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Dorian is beautiful. His hair flutters around in the sunlight. His soft blue eyes are trained on Basil, eyes wide. It conveys a false sense of innocence.
Basil stood behind his easel, a barrier between them, hiding the chubbing limb inside his trousers. His brush glided easily against the canvas. He knew Dorian so well that so well he could paint him with his eyes closed. It would never do the real thing justice.
Flares of sunlight filled the room, shining over Dorian’s mostly nude form. His delicate pink lips ever so slightly parted, and small noises of pleasure burst past the confines of his mouth. He flexed into the sunlight and closed his eyes against the burn.
The soft whimpers made Basil shift slightly, his most lovely model before him, delicate body arching in the sun like a cat. The robe artfully draped around his body slipped to show a shoulder clearer than before. The robe slipped next to Dorian’s crotch to show a tantalizing taste of his inner thigh, soft and unmarred.
Basil hummed and pressed his legs together to hide his fully hard length.
Dorian let out a baby whimper. “Basil…” he moaned out. His eyes were dripping with the cutest little tears. It was difficult, and Basil was almost subconsciously going to add a track of the lovely tears to his painting. His muse cried in the most beautiful way, and Basil wished he could lap them up. “Basil, it hurts!” Dorian whined again.
“It’s okay my dear, you’re doing so well.” he said, running the paintbrush across the canvas again, tears taking form on Dorian’s beautiful face, portrait mimicking reality.
Dorian gave a small cry at that, his pretty tears welling in his eyes more, his cries turning louder with pleasure. “I’m doing well for you?” he whimpered hopefully, eyes wide upon Basil.
“Yes Dorian, you’re a very good boy, doing exactly what I wanted from you.” Basil assured his needy model. “Now my dearest, stay still, I wish to capture just how your tears look on your face.”
The assurance seemed to please Dorian, and he let a small smile grace his tear covered face. And oh how lovely he looked in the fading sunlight.
“How lovely you are, so thoroughly debased.” Basil said, watching as Dorian flushed a lovely shade of pink and tried to awkwardly hide his hardening cock. Basil smiled. “Shall we go to your movie after this?” he asked. With Dorian’s eternal youth and beauty, he was a quite popular actor in the modern world.
This was Basil’s third life with Dorian, and by this point, he had learned that Basil did not want to stay away. So they remained together while trying to undo the curse.
Dorian whined. “Basil!” he complained.
“Fine my needy muse.” Basil said in amusement, setting down his paintbrush. “I’m done anyway, Just some finishing–whoa!” As Basil walked out from behind the easel, Dorian darted over to him, shedding his robes to the ground. Basil smiled and reached down to grasp Dorian’s cock. “Good boy.” he said.
Dorian whimpered at the kind lies. After a few moments of Basil’s ministrations, the two were covered in his cum. Basil smiled.
“Good work.” he said. Then he started to unzip his jeans to jack off. But, before he could, Dorian whipped around and dropped to his knees.
“May I?” he asked, hands out.
“Of course, as a reward for sitting so well.”
Dorian smiled and leaned in to start sucking Basil off. Basil smiled down at his sinful, beautiful muse.
“Good boy.”
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Since this fanfic is pretty short, being written exclusively in my lab notebook, here are some details for the context of the fic, because I wanna yap about it.
- Dorian, obviously, didn’t die. The portrait is kind of ‘out of sight, out of mind’, and while he’s a better person now, he’s still kinda guilty about all the shit from when he was younger.
- He killed Basil in the first two lifetimes, including the OG still. He only didn’t in this life, because he has realized that killing Basil won’t cause him to stop seeking him out in each life.
- Basil is an art teacher at college, and Dorian is an actor, obviously. None of his students believe he actually personally knows Dorian.
- Basil also does photography. He only occasionally takes photos of Dorian, and only mostly when it’s a candid moment and he has only a few seconds to take advantage of it, and he usually transfers it to a painting later.
- They have a cat. This is not relevant, but they do. It’s a troublemaker named Snowball, despite the fact that it is an orange cat.
- There are many, many conspiracy theories about Dorian’s youthful look. The current leading one is that he’s a vampire.
- In this world, it’s kind of known that stuff like this can happen. No one thinks it will happen, but demons and vampires and shit exist and people know they do exist, though they are very very rare.
- Dorian and Basil watch anime. This is not relevant, but they do.