Rest "There's a phone call for you. Someone called Josef?"
Jade peeled open one eye and peered up at Toyo.
"What time is it?"
"Six thirty. You want to speak to Josef or shall I take a message?"
Jade flung back the duvet and hauled himself wearily - and somewhat irritably - to his feet. He'd only got to sleep at five.
But what Josef had to say both woke and cheered him.
"Mr Damune was wondering if you'd be free to spend a little time with him today. And tonight, if you have no prior… engagements."
Jade smiled. If he had had, he would have cancelled them.
"I'd would be very happy to see Damu… Edouad. Do you know when would be the best time for me to arrive?"
"We'll send a 'car for you. Would half an hour give you time to get ready? You can always shower here, if you like…"
"Half an hour would be fine. Thank you, Josef-san."
Toyo had been hovering, grinning widely.
"You going over there again? Waii! Hey, if he adopts you, will you take me on as personal body slave?"
Jade laughed. Toyo's good humour was irrepressible.
"I don't think it will ever come to that - but if it does I'll certainly bear you in mind."
Toyo kissed his cheek - then bounced to the kitchen, grinning back over his shoulder.
"You get dressed - you just got time for tea before you go…"Jade slipped into the new bodysuit - deep rich green, with a V-neckline that plunged to the waist, in a soft, almost furry fabric - and glanced in the mirror. He'd do. He didn't expect - hope - to be wearing it for long, in any case. Toyo pulled aside the curtain.
"It's here! Have a good time…"The security guards in the foyer had obviously been given instruction to admit Jade: one of them escorted him courteously to the elevator and wished him a pleasant day as the doors closed. At the top, Josef offered a small, delighted smile and ushered him into the luxurious apartment.
"It's good to see you again, Jade. I trust you are well? May I offer you some breakfast? Mr Damune hasn't breakfasted yet."
"Thank you, Josef-san. I would appreciate that."
"If you'd like to go through, I'll bring a tray…"Not only had Damune not breakfasted, he apparently wasn't even properly awake yet… He smiled up sleepily at Jade from the bed and beckoned him closer, hauling himself to his knees and placing his hands over slim hips.
"Mmm…. Hello young one." He rubbed his face over the fabric covering Jade's groin, then pressed a kiss to the sudden hardness there. "Pleased to see me too, I see…"
Strong hands tugged the bodysuit, sliding it from narrow shoulders then down past Jade's hips, the artist kissing his erection as it was revealed. Jade shivered, his legs suddenly unsteady.
"Damune-san… Edouad…" he gasped as his cock was sucked into a hot wet mouth, head snapping back as he grabbed the artist's shoulders for support. Damune chuckled, hands cupping lean buttocks, tongue wrapping around the smooth flesh in his mouth.
"Mmmmmmm…"
"E… Edouad…" There was no way he could last long. Not that Damune seemed to mind. One hand kneading a smooth buttock, the other sliding around to the front to stroke Jade's balls then probing between his legs to tickle the sensitive skin, he seemed determined to have Jade come in his mouth as quickly as possible.
Jade obliged him, legs giving way as he gasped and climaxed. Damune gripped his waist, holding him up for as long as it took to milk him, then caught and lowered him to the bed, gazing down impishly into half-closed eyes in a flushed face.
"Good morning!"
Jade sighed happily, wriggling as Damune peeled the bodysuit the rest of the way off, one hand stroking back up the slim body.
"But you are not satisfied, meijin." Jade rolled over and pulled his knees under him, gazing at the artist from under the heavy fall of silky black hair. "Please."
Damune reached for a tube of lubricant, swiftly and efficiently stroking it onto his own erection, then shifted to kneel behind Jade, hands wrapped around slim hips pulling the youth's lower body up and entering smoothly. Jade moaned and pushed back, hands clenching in the duvet: Damune slid a hand to his groin, fondling his slowly stiffening cock. Jade shivered.
"Harder, meijin…"
The artist speeded up, pounding into the lithe body below him, too aroused to delay, groaning as he came, legs trembling with the release. Panting as he slid out, he sat back as Jade slumped forwards, thighs widely spread, head resting on his arms and a little feline smile on his face. Semen oozed from between his legs, and there were faint hand prints over his hips: he looked thoroughly debauched. Damune's eyes narrowed.
"Hold that position…"
He grabbed for a sketchpad, grunting something indecipherable to Josef as the man tapped on the door and entered carrying a laden tray. Glancing at Jade, he rolled his eyes.
"Mr Damune, don't you think you ought to let the dear boy have some breakfast first?"
"In a minute…"
Josef sighed and lowered the tray to the low table by the bed, murmuring to Jade,
"Don't let him bully you - I know how… intense he can get. And I wouldn't want your breakfast to go to waste."
Damune spared his PA an irritated glance.
"Yes, thank you Josef. I won't let him starve."
Shaking his head, Josef left, closing the door quietly. An oddly familiar smell came from the tray, something that Jade associated with... being a child? A sudden fast image flashed into his mind - a wide rippling pool of water, trees, laughter, music - and was just as swiftly gone, leaving a deep sense of longing behind it.
A hand was lain gently on the small of his back.
"What is it?"
He gazed up at the artist, startled.
"It is nothing, Edouad."
Damune frowned - Jade had tensed, suddenly - but didn't push the matter. Scrutinising the sketch one last time he nodded, then patted a slim golden buttock.
"Breakfast! Then you should sleep, little one - you have shadows around your eyes, and we can't have that! I'd like to draw you while you sleep."
Jade sat up as Damune reached for the tray and spread butter over thick slices of toasted bread. Jade took a bite, closing his eyes as the most wonderful - and well-known - taste flooded his mouth. Dark bread, wholemeal, with a gloriously nutty, grainy taste, dripping with rich butter… He sighed, reaching for an accompanying image that seemed to hover just out of reach.
"You like that?"
His eyes snapped open: Damune was grinning.
"Very much."
"Just help yourself. Tea? Or coffee?"
Coffee would wake him up. But while he didn't want to waste any of the time he had with Damune, the artist obviously wanted to draw him sleeping…
"Tea, please."
It was a variety he hadn't tried before, with a faint taste of oranges, faintly bitter and refreshing without being enlivening. Damune smiled, helping himself to a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and mushrooms as Jade stifled a yawn. He gestured to the plateful with his fork.
"Like to try some?"
Jade shook his head. Maybe some other time, but right now all he wanted was the toast…
Fifteen leisurely minutes later he drained his second cup of the tea and leaned back on his hands, head on one side. Damune hurriedly put down his plate and grabbed his camera.
"Don't move a muscle…"
Jade held still while the artist took a series of images of the pose, then put the camera aside.
"Lovely. Now, you know where the bathroom is if you need it. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."By the time Damune returned with a supply of pens, pencils and scriber, Jade had rinsed away the cooling semen and was curled up on the bed, a combination of exhaustion and well-being leaving him deliciously languid. The artist grinned happily.
"Mm. Do you sleep soundly? Will it disturb you if I move you slightly, to improve the pose? If necessary, I mean."
Jade pursed his lips, then shook his head.
"As long as it is done slowly and gently, I will not waken."
Damune ran strong fingers through silky black hair.
"Get some sleep."... trees... cool water embracing his body... the sound of a waterfall, laughter... the tart taste of berries on his tongue... the sensation of hands on his body, on his genitals...
He woke slowly from the dream, sighing as Damune took his cock into a hot wet mouth, sucking him erect then sitting back, smiling gently.
"I didn't mean to wake you - I need you hard for the next sketches. Go back to sleep."
Jade stroked his erection, eyes half-closed, gazing up at Damune through strands of his fringe.
"But meijin..."
Damune licked his lips, pupils flaring, his own cock responding to the arousingly languorous figure before him, then swallowed and shook himself slightly, leaning down to kiss the rigid golden penis.
"Later. Please. First I want to capture you just as you are - oozing sex."
Jade tilted his head, lips pouting.
"You must help me to stay hard, then, Edouad."
The artist smirked, then leant down to lick the glistening pre-ejaculate from Jade's cock, earning himself a gasp and a jerk of narrow hips.
"I think I can manage that…"Over the next two hours Damune made a series of sketches of his companion, strong hands moving over his body, stroking and fondling as he adjusted Jade's position, leaving the younger man achingly aroused and trembling. As he laid aside his sketchbook, Jade grabbed for his hand, voice a low moan.
"Meijin… fuck me. Hard…"
Damune was more than ready, his own cock a rigid jutting column at his groin. He reached for the lubricant, but Jade stopped him.
"… ready for you, Edouad…"
Hesitantly, but confident that Jade knew what he could and could not handle, Damune gripped the slim hips tightly, pulling Jade up and to him and shoving hard into the slick channel - pausing as the younger man gasped and tensed, gritting his teeth.
"I'll stop..."
"Iie... no... don't stop... hard..."
Damune bit his lip - then hauled the young man up into his arms and rammed home, setting up a fast, powerful, pounding rhythm. As Jade's legs wrapped his waist and the youth dropped his head to rest on the artist's shoulder, Damune breathed a silent sigh of relief: despite the tiny whimpers he could hear every time he fully sheathed himself in the trembling body, the solid, weeping erection that rubbed his abdomen as he fucked proved the boy was getting some satisfaction from the activity...
Jade bit back a cry as he came, body bowed backwards, his hair brushing the bed, throat a smooth taut column that Damune kissed and nipped as he climaxed, spurred on by warm stickiness and the penis quivering against his stomach. Slumping slightly, dragging in great breaths of much-needed air, the artist pulled Jade back up and tight to his chest, kissing and nuzzling the silky black hair.
He turned his head as Josef tapped on the door then entered, a large tray in his hands. Keeping his expression sedate - but with his eyes twinkling - he laid the tray down with a respectful bow of his head.
"Lunch, sir, Jade."
Damune grinned as his penis slid wetly from the youth's body and Jade drooped against him.
"Thank you, Josef." He kissed Jade's forehead. "Hungry?"
The youth nodded.
"A little."
"Then we'll take a break.""Can you stay tomorrow as well?"
Jade looked up from his slice of pizza and inclined his head.
"Hai, meijin. I would like to."
"Good." He stretched and yawned, then laid his plate back on the tray. "I'm going to take a shower. Like to join me?"
Jade smiled slowly.
"Very much, Edouad…"Hands clutching the shelves that held the artist's toiletries, Jade struggled to hold himself upright as Damune's fingers stroked lemon blossom fragranced cleanser over his genitals, his thighs, his backside. The man seemed intent on thoroughly learning every last little sensitive spot on his companion's golden skin, and Jade was close to melting. Finally the artist rose to his feet, lifting and settling Jade against his lean strong body, pushing into the youth then bracing them both against the shower wall as he thrust home. Leaning back, warm water streaming down his body, his legs around the artist's waist and Damune's cock a solid, arousing strength within him, Jade closed his eyes in something approaching bliss, hands kneading at the older man's shoulders…
Damune groaned as he came, thighs quivering, hugging Jade tightly to him then lifting the youth and setting him back on his feet. The artist rubbed a hand over his eyes.
"I think I need a rest!"
Jade laughed and kissed him.
"Then we shall rest for a while. I would not have you exhausted."
Damune raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't know. I rather like the way you tire me out…"They napped, woke, made love, then Damune sketched or painted or took images, Josef appearing with trays of food at regular intervals, for the rest of the day and into the night, finally falling asleep - Damune still buried in Jade's body - at three in the morning. When Jade awoke, seven hours later, it was to the sensation of Damune moving within him, fucking him gently, still half asleep. Jade sighed happily and shifted slightly, allowing the artist better access and wriggling back against his groin as one strong hand fondled his own genitals. As Damune grunted and came, shoving hard against Jade's arse, the youth twisted to glance over his shoulder.
"Good morning, Edouad."
Damune chuckled and kissed him.
"Mm. It is a very good morning, little one." He slid out and pulled Jade round to face him, shifting down and wrapping his tongue around the youth's cock. Jade shuddered, gripping his shoulders and trying not to shove forward too hard - but Damune gripped his buttocks and took the twitching penis deep into his throat, suckling hard. Jade cried out, fingers twining in the artist's hair as he climaxed, entire body shaking with the force of it.
"Ed… Edouad…"
Sucking gently as he slid up the slackening cock, Damune licked the head, then kissed his way up Jade's body, biting gently at small nipples then nipping at the jaw.
"Beautiful… After breakfast, I want to paint you…"He'd meant it literally, Jade discovered. Damune plaited his hair and clipped it up on the top of his head, then produced a selection of metallic-hued paints and a large, liquid-proof blanket that he spread over the bed. Jade frowned, curiously, and the artist smirked.
"Just lie down on that. And try not to move."
Which was very much easier said than done. Damune wanted him erect again; no problem there, just being in the man's presence was arousing - but staying hard wasn't so easy. The cool silkiness of the paint, the fine soft brushes Damune used to decorate his body, pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. He shivered as the artist carefully outlined the veins in his aching cock, and the dips and folds in the skin of his balls, in bright gold, then delicately brushed silver, bronze and glowing copper over the smoother skin in between: a twining serpent of gold and silver snaked up his body from his groin, circling his navel and his nipples and ending under his chin. Intent on his work, Damune ignored his own erection, adding flecks of colour here and there across Jade's shoulders and down his thighs, on his cheeks, on the palms of his hands… Finally, an hour later, Damune painted gold over the head of his canvass' penis, helped Jade stand up, and led him over to the window.
"Stand still. I'll tell you how to move."
Sunlight cascaded through the window, shimmering on the paint as Jade breathed, the patterns shifting and changing with the tiny movements of his body. Damune held a camera to his eyes and for the next half an hour had Jade shift and turn in a sort of slow, stately dance as he recorded every move. At the end he positioned the camera on the floor, then had the youth spread his arms and legs, resting against the window as Damune took him from behind, the camera recording every motion, every nuance of emotion - and the gold-tinted spurting semen as Jade came, Damune thrusting powerfully into him, rubbing over his prostate. The younger man's head fell forward, his breath coming in pants, as the artist gripped his hips and pounded harder, legs tensing as he climaxed deep within the slender body. He slid out slowly, come trickling down his balls and Jade's thighs, then dropped to his knees and kissed the small of the youth's back, hands sliding around his hips to cup his genitals. He held still for several long moments, then stood and reached to switch off the camera with a satisfied grunt.
"If you wouldn't mind waiting for a few minutes, I'd like to check that that's all OK before we get the paint off. Go sit down: I'll load this into a viewer."
Jade walked carefully to the bed and sat on the edge, trying not to move too much: the paint on his cock and balls was already flaking off. But Damune was happy with the footage, grinning at the expressions on Jade's face as he was fucked. At the end he sighed contentedly and pulled Jade to his feet.
"C'mon. Shower. The stuff isn't dangerous, of course, but it's harder to remove the longer it's left on."
And Jade stood, smiling bemusedly as Damune soaped and rubbed and washed and rinsed, quivering as he grew hard again…Damune's expression was sombre as he cupped Jade's face in his hands.
"Thank you for your company. I have enjoyed these two days."
It was the third morning, and much as he regretted the thought, Jade had to return home - he had appointments throughout the day. He sighed and lowered his gaze.
"As have I, meijin."
"Will you come again?"
Eyes wide and bright, he smiled at the artist.
"I would like that very much."
Damune's smile was oddly hesitant.
"Ring Josef. Give him your schedule for the next however long you have it for, and we'll work around your appointments." He touched Jade's cheek gently. "Take care, little one. I'll see you soon."
Nodding, Jade followed Josef to the elevator and descended to the 'car, wondering pensively as he was driven back quite what he represented to Damune. Model, yes, that was obvious. Whore? Perhaps - but Damune's attitude was more… personal. More that of a lover than a client. Friend? Well, not yet. Though he'd like that very much.
Perhaps he should wait to see how things progressed. In the meantime, he had to check his appointments dairy, see if he could juggle some to give himself a day or two free in the near future…
© 2004 August 8th Joules Taylor
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