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kat8chaMadarui are good at what they do. Madarui are, in fact, better than humans at doing what they do. It is because of their unique insight into their own souls, and the souls of others. They understand that humans are little more than monkeys, and have no artistic talent at all. It is why nearly all Madarui families are rich (except for a few, poor, middle class light seeds). Being celebrities in specialized circles made life tough, as did raising a family despite being spread all over the globe.
David sighed, his gaze straying from his drawing board to his framed photo of Max and Hidekuni. David had another picture next to it of Yonekuni and Kunimasa, the two of them looked so young and innocent, both of them staring up at the camera with wide eyes. David thought his son was adorable… but not nearly so cute as Yonekuni who took after Max so much, and then there was Hidekuni who was the most adorable kid ever…
Though nowhere as cute or sexy as his mother, Maximillian.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" David smacked himself in the forehead, then swung around in his chair. All he wanted to do was call Max up and hit him up for some phone sex, but the last time David had tried that Max had shot him straight down.
"I'm not going to have phone sex with you. Goodbye. Don't call again."
The same answer from the time before, and the time before that. But David was feeling so stifled! None of his models were inspiring at all, and all of his work kept coming out feeling substandard. No one was as sexy, as beautiful, as amazing as Max. Max was the perfect model, lithe, beautiful, with pale blond hair that would spread out on a pillow while David fucked him, the hair curling slightly when it was dampened by sweat. Max was at his most beautiful with his legs spread open and his true form shining through, snake scales glittering green and white on top of his skin.
David closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Max's long limbs tangled gracelessly with his own, Max's pale blond hair curling just at the tips, brushing David's shoulders and wrapping tight around Max's neck. Davide's pale skin done in beige with light kisses of color, plaster and paint and steel, porcelain inlay on his arms.
David opened his eyes. He had art to make.
David sighed, his gaze straying from his drawing board to his framed photo of Max and Hidekuni. David had another picture next to it of Yonekuni and Kunimasa, the two of them looked so young and innocent, both of them staring up at the camera with wide eyes. David thought his son was adorable… but not nearly so cute as Yonekuni who took after Max so much, and then there was Hidekuni who was the most adorable kid ever…
Though nowhere as cute or sexy as his mother, Maximillian.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" David smacked himself in the forehead, then swung around in his chair. All he wanted to do was call Max up and hit him up for some phone sex, but the last time David had tried that Max had shot him straight down.
"I'm not going to have phone sex with you. Goodbye. Don't call again."
The same answer from the time before, and the time before that. But David was feeling so stifled! None of his models were inspiring at all, and all of his work kept coming out feeling substandard. No one was as sexy, as beautiful, as amazing as Max. Max was the perfect model, lithe, beautiful, with pale blond hair that would spread out on a pillow while David fucked him, the hair curling slightly when it was dampened by sweat. Max was at his most beautiful with his legs spread open and his true form shining through, snake scales glittering green and white on top of his skin.
David closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Max's long limbs tangled gracelessly with his own, Max's pale blond hair curling just at the tips, brushing David's shoulders and wrapping tight around Max's neck. Davide's pale skin done in beige with light kisses of color, plaster and paint and steel, porcelain inlay on his arms.
David opened his eyes. He had art to make.
