Chris kissed Mark deeply. He wasn’t a kid anymore, yet his emotions were too violent for his body to handle. He still tried through; with teeth biting into Mark’s lower lip and two hands almost ripping through the other’s flesh, he did his best to gain control over them. His legs were wrapped around the other’s waist and his intense heartbeat, his rough breathing and his sweaty skin were all asking for one thing only: to be united with his lover’s body, to share one heartbeat, one breath, to become one and the same. To become complete.

Mark’s desires didn’t seem to differentiate from Chris’s. In fact, if the younger one wanted to unite with him in the scale of ten out of ten, Mark’s naturally intense disposition put him in the scale of twenty out of ten. Thirty out of ten. A million out of ten as for all he knew, Chris’s sucking on his neck simply drove him mad.

Eventually, Mark couldn’t bear his teasing, licking and the naughty whispers in his ear, and he finally grabbed him by the arms and pushed him to lie supinely on the bed. On their bed for he no longer referred to his furniture as being his alone despite not living with Chris officially yet. It didn’t make the slightest difference as he started landing kisses on Chris’s chest, on all those particular spots on his body that drove him nuts, made him moan and made his eyes go white as he bent his head backwards, back arched so that he could fully take Mark in, and please him, accept him just the way he was, naked, vulnerable, sweaty and hungry for his body and his love.

It was then a matter of time until their bodies connected. Like a glove that found its hand or a brush that found its canvas, Mark was drawing marvels on Chris’s body and Chris was accepting everything, enlarging their beauty and leaving his own lasting marks on the other’s soul.

And after some time, the show was finally over. They had run out of paint but surely not out of inspiration as they intended to paint together again soon, very soon, and repeatedly without stopping, without asking how much more they could take, without wondering how colorless their lives were before they met one another, before they touched one another, before they kissed, before they painted together…

After all, they were no longer concerned about the colorless world they lived in before their appearance in each other’s lives. Now, all that mattered were these beautiful paintings they shared with one another, and how no one but them would be blessed to enjoy and take comfort it. No one but them could confide in, and that gallery with all their secret paintings had unlimited space for their never-ending love.