rinoahyuna

Sacred, Ohno/Nino
PG, 647 words
Prompt : Do you ever look at someone and just think, 'Wow, let me take off your pants!'
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 12
Available in AO3

“This artist,” Jun starts as he leads Nino to the door, “is different.”

Nino feels his brows shooting up to his hairline.

“Different how?”

Jun shrugs. “He likes exclusivity with his models.” Jun says. That doesn’t really answer Nino’s question, especially since most artists he knows claim to be mostly likely the same.

They’re all weird, Nino is most certain of this, only in different levels.

The last artist who hired Nino as a model only wanted to draw Nino’s calf. The one before that had a weird fascination with feet that he’d even asked to immortalize Nino’s own by dipping them in some clay-like stuff and requested to keep them afterwards.

Nino was honestly crept out by it but he guessed that’s how it was with artists, sometimes. Creepy bunch of people, seriously.

“Well, it depends on how much he’s willing to pay me,” Nino says as he follows Jun. “I will only sign an exclusive contract with someone if he is willing to –“

“Money’s not an issue,” Jun says as he opens another door and gestures Nino inside. “I mean, you told me you’re earning at least one hundred fifty thousand Yen per session, right?”

Nino nods. “Pretty much, yes.”

“He’s willing to double that.”

Nino blinks. Is this guy serious? “You’re kidding, right? I mean, who’s stupid enough to pay that much money for a few poses and –“

“I am,” another voice adds itself to the conversation, cutting Nino right off. Nino whips around to find a guy his height, with sleepy eyes and the cutest smile Nino had ever seen in his life.

Holy. Shit. “Err –“

“Ohno-san, meet Ninomiya-san, the model I was telling you about?” Jun says, effectively breaking into Nino’s thoughts. “Nino, meet Ohno-san. He’s the artist who requested to meet you.”

Nino blinks. Artist? Man, he could be a model himself, if Nino is going to be completely honest about it. He has no idea how painting or drawing works but somehow, he could just imagine how good the other man would look when drawn on paper.

The way he looks so ethereally beautiful standing there with the late afternoon sun shining on his back, his eyes like a pair of glistening jewels piercing right through him when he smiles.

“Hello, Ninomiya-san, nice to meet you.” the artist says with a little bow of his head. Damn, even the way he does the gesture is sexy, not to mention, beautiful.

“Hello,” Nino greets back, “Nice to take off your pants – “

“Nino!”

“ – I mean, your shirt… sorry, nice to meet your abs –“

“Holy shit, Nino –“

The artist laughs and Nino swears if that isn’t enough to make him wet then, the artist walking the rest of the way towards him and smirking in that sexy, sexy way certainly does. A quiet whine leaves his parted mouth as the artist stops when he’s probably just two steps away from Nino and holds his hand out to touch Nino’s chin.

“You’re something, aren’t you?” the artist says, a little thoughtful smile hanging at the edges of his lips as he caresses Nino’s chin.

Nino bravely meets his eyes, completely ignoring Jun’s freaking out from the corners of his eyes.

“Well, why don’t you find out for yourself?”

The artist grins and waves his hand to Jun’s direction without breaking their gazes.

“Draw the contract, Matsumoto-san,” he says, though Nino is no longer listening. He’s curling his fingers around the artist’s wrist and shivering. God, he’s going to immensely enjoy modeling for this man, seriously.

The artist tugs him in and Nino goes to him willingly.

“And take your time,” Nino says, “don’t rush.”

The artist seems to agree to this. “Of course. We wouldn’t want to make any mistakes, right?”

“Right.”

“Yeah, I’m going, I’m going. See you later – oh crap. That’s it, I’m outta here!”