“Angry?” Uta watches his lover pace their apartment.
“You’re very engrossed in your art,” they say.
“I’m also engrossed in your body as art,” he says slyly.
They burst out laughing, but he’s already sidled over to them.
“What if I, er, take a break?” He fiddles with their shirt. “Would you like that?”
They nod eagerly.
Uta hoists his lover onto his hips and lifts their shirt so he can suckle the smooth skin of their chest. They moan with anticipation, and he begins to leave small love bites over them.
He pushes them against the wall. Their hands dig into his hair; their teeth, into his lips.
He can feel them pulling down his pants and chuckles at their eagerness.
“Let’s see what kind of body art we can do,” he teases, removing their underwear.
They sigh as their bodies merge. They move in rhythm with each other, gasping and fondling the other until they both tremble with desire.
When both finally release, Uta slides to the floor, pulling his lover with him. “Now that was quite the inspiration I needed.”
“God I love you,” says his lover, kissing him once again.
Mercy and Magic 