Chapter 223: Chapter 223: A Sketch Upon Bare Flesh

As soon as Julian Sterling heard the man finish his sentence, his ears involuntarily flushed a deep shade of crimson, the rosy hue gradually spreading down his slender, elegant neck. He gently blinked his eyelashes, which were already covered in a thin, glistening layer of mist, his lips parting slightly with the firm intention of scolding him with the word “Pervert”, but before the sound could even escape, it was entirely swallowed up by a deep, utterly presumptuous kiss from the older man.

And Ethan Caldwell certainly did not wait for any sort of verbal response from Julian Sterling. One of the man’s strong arms smoothly wrapped around the back of Julian Sterling’s knees, while his other hand firmly supported the younger man’s back, effortlessly lifting Julian Sterling’s entire body entirely off the plush, comfortable sofa. The sudden, unexpected loss of his center of gravity instinctively compelled Julian Sterling to tightly wrap his arms around the older man’s neck for security, his head burying itself deeply into the solid, reassuring hollow of Ethan Caldwell’s broad shoulder.

The deep, muffled sounds of Ethan Caldwell’s heavy footsteps echoed rhythmically against the smooth surface of the wooden floor, carrying a distinct sense of intense urgency yet remaining incredibly steady and unwavering. The older man carried him straight back to the specific area where the soft lazy chair and the wooden drawing stand were positioned just moments ago. The warm, golden illumination from the overhead lights shone down, casting a soft glow upon the intricate, unfinished sketches still scattered about.

Ethan Caldwell slowly and deliberately lowered Julian Sterling down onto the oversized, velvety soft surface of the luxurious lazy chair. The adaptable, bead-filled structure of the comfortable seat instantaneously sank inwards beneath his weight, intimately enveloping Julian Sterling’s slender, delicate frame, effectively creating a perfectly sized, snug little nest that securely imprisoned him within its plush confines.

The pristine white silk pajamas, which had already been unbuttoned by two clasps, became even more wildly disheveled after that brief bout of movement. The smooth fabric of the collar slid gracefully along the slope of his bare shoulder, precariously hanging off his elbow, thoroughly and completely exposing the entirety of his heavily heaving chest along with his exquisitely flawless, pale skin bathing beneath the dim lighting.

Ethan Caldwell firmly braced one of his hands against the sturdy edge of the chair, while his other hand unhurriedly reached out toward the exquisite wooden box containing the premium painting brushes that had just recently been opened. Halfway through the motion, the man suddenly remembered the specific Purple Hair brush that had been carelessly tossed into a corner, promptly changing his direction to grasp it instead.

“Let us see now…” Ethan Caldwell’s deeply husky, profoundly resonant voice echoed softly amidst the suffocating silence of the quiet room: “Just a moment ago, I explicitly mentioned that the Purple Hair brush, crafted from the naturally shed fur of wild autumn rabbits, is undeniably the softest variety, boasting the absolute best capacity for retaining water. When used to paint upon a sheet of paper, it produces incredibly elegant, delicate strokes… but I truly do not know what kind of wondrous effect it will yield when I use it to ’paint’ directly upon your beautiful body.”

Julian Sterling bit down forcefully upon his plush lower lip, his profoundly damp, misty eyes casting a remarkably weak, gentle glare in Ethan Caldwell’s direction. However, that feeble attempt at resistance was absolutely no different from a silent, immensely alluring invitation. He watched intently as Ethan Caldwell held the very same Purple Hair brush from earlier, playfully waving it right in front of his flushed face. It was a medium-sized brush boasting a sharply tapered tip, its incredibly fluffy, ash-gray layer of fine fur faintly reflecting the ambient, muted light of the room.

The dominant man knelt with one strong knee resting upon the soft carpet, his overbearing, undeniably commanding posture casting a dark, heavy shadow completely over Julian Sterling’s trembling body. Ethan Caldwell was not in any sort of rush. Instead, he deliberately utilized the smooth, wooden end of the brush handle to agonizingly slowly glide down from Julian Sterling’s flushed cheekbone, tracing along the sharp, defined line of his jaw, before finally coming to a deliberate halt right atop his Adam’s apple, which was currently bobbing up and down in a frantic rhythm. The stark, overwhelming contrast between the chillingly cold surface of the solid pine wood and his scorchingly hot, feverish skin caused Julian Sterling to involuntarily let out a delicate, violently suppressed shiver.

“It is cold…” He mumbled incoherently, weakly attempting to raise his hand in a desperate bid to push the wooden handle of the brush away.

“Do not be in such a hasty rush.” Ethan Caldwell smiled handsomely, a breathtaking smile that was simultaneously overflowing with boundless pampering affection and intensely harboring a dark, unrestrained ambition for absolute possession. He smoothly and expertly twirled the wooden handle of the brush between his highly skilled fingers, seamlessly switching directions so that the soft bristle tip was now pointed directly toward the younger man.

Right at the exact second the impossibly soft, fluffy layer of rabbit fur made its initial contact with the skin situated just behind his ear, Julian Sterling’s entire body instantaneously tensed up into absolute rigidity. A profoundly ticklish, intensely tingling sensation violently radiated outwards from the precise point of contact, racing like a sudden electric current straight down the length of his sensitive spine. It was not at all similar to the pleasantly rough, calloused texture of Ethan Caldwell’s strong fingers, nor was it remotely comparable to the scalding, damp heat of the man’s demanding lips. The fine painting brush carried with it an ethereally light, fleeting, and almost phantom-like touch, yet it somehow managed to terrifyingly and overwhelmingly amplify every single one of his raw physical senses.

The soft tip of the brush moved with an excruciating, agonizing slowness, carefully drawing a beautifully undulating arc starting from behind his ear, smoothly gliding downwards along the side of his elegant neck, before teasingly hovering and circling around the delicate, intricate hollow of his pronounced collarbone. Every single place the soft bristles traversed effortlessly left behind a faint, deeply flushed red trail upon his highly sensitive, reactive skin. Julian Sterling simply could not endure the overwhelming sensation any longer. He was forced to throw his head backward, arching his neck to completely expose the absolute most exquisite, breathtaking curves of his body, while his trembling hands unconsciously tightened their desperate, white-knuckled grip upon the plush velvet fabric of the lazy chair.

“Ngh… Ethan… it tickles…” He sobbed brokenly, his sweet voice having already begun to be profoundly dyed in the heavy, intoxicating, and thoroughly damp colors of raw, unadulterated lust.

“Do you enjoy this?” Ethan Caldwell lowered his dark head, pressing a profoundly tender, lingering kiss against the very tip of Julian Sterling’s nose, yet his large hand gripping the wooden brush had absolutely not ceased its relentless movements for even a fraction of a second. Not even bothering to wait for Julian Sterling to formulate a proper answer, the dominant man had already proceeded to use the soft brush to glide ethereally and teasingly all over the younger man’s trembling body.

The delicate tip of the brush effortlessly swept past the remaining, incredibly thin layer of silk fabric clinging desperately to his chest, smoothly pushing the loose lapels entirely to both sides. Ethan Caldwell’s deep line of sight visibly darkened into an intense, fathomless abyss as he thoroughly admired the breathtakingly beautiful body of his beloved, which was currently flushed a deep, alluring shade of pink due to overwhelming arousal. The Purple Hair brush slowly and deliberately slid down right into the center of Julian Sterling’s heaving chest, meticulously drawing incredibly tiny, maddeningly precise circles completely around those two delicate, rosy peaks that were already standing entirely erect due to the ambient chill and the intense, unbearable stimulation.

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