I am so done.
Anatomy is fucking me today ahhhh, stoppit.
cause that poor bby hasn't been feeling very well ;;3;;
This is going to be finished. ._.
With anatomy changes lol.
ENJOY MY PERVY FREAAAKKS.
Aster didn't exactly know what to expect when Tooth had sent him on his merry way home. There was something in her perfect smile that told him there was going to be something waiting for him- whether it was a good/bad surprise he had yet to find out.
Fumbling with his front door keys he cursed out wondering why on earth he owned so many bloody keys in the first place. He needed to colour code these things. Yawning and shifting the canvases under his arm into a better position he shuffled into his flat, kicking the door shut. Dumping his artwork into his guestroom/his 'studio' he stretched, intending to go brush his teeth and change for bed.
Upon brushing his teeth he reflected that today had been a pretty good day, judging the fact a certain troublemaker named Jack Frost hadn't been nipping at his tail recently. Plus it helped that Professor Black, fondly known as the Boogeyman by the majority of the uni student body; had been off sick today so his theatre class had been a free. Tugging off his shirt and tossing it hapazardly into the launry basked he rinsed his mouth out and made his way to his bedroom untangling his feathered braids as he did so.
Upon opening the door he was greeted by the sight of two things.
1. Jack Bloody Frost was on his bed.
2. Jack Bloody Frost was buck nude.
Just his birthday suit.
Aster swore he was dreaming, blaming his tight schedule and working hours on his lack of sleep. Jack smirked up him stretching out languidly across the messy brown and grey sheets of his queensized bed. Splinters of hazy moonlight shredding through the window and slats of his blinds, caressed the contours of the white haired males' lean body.
Aster simply stared and Jack took advantage of this:
"Hey Aster~ Paint me like one of your French eggies~"
He all but purred, beckoning the taller tanned male to him. Aster felt his legs moving of their own accord- on autopilot.
He was well and truly screwed.
But somehow that didn't matter to him as he knelt over Jack's pale body.
Yup gonna cockblock there cause 'm too lazy.