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In the light of the silver-tinted moon a shine of wetness is slowly being spread over tanned skin. Slick paint curves after the soft bristles of a finely made brush, sweeping lines that seem pointless at first before becoming an image on the body canvas. Strokes so light that they only just tingle the senses, caressing toned muscles from chest to torso in shades of color.

The glistening tip swirls about the navel, enticing the defined abs to contract in wakeless slumber. The teasing end curls about once more before making a track upwards, stopping at mid-chest before sweeping in a downward arc.

Briefly the brush is taken away to be dipped in a collection of paint, touching the loving skin again and leaving a small trail of goosebumps from the fresh moisture. The artist makes an identical arc on the other side of the chest, skilled fingers directing the tool in strikes and curves.

It is only when the bristles come in contact with sensitive nipples does the sleeper stir under the attention, so close to waking yet the desire to is lost. Yet with each teasing twirl of the brush it becomes harder to ignore, more difficult to even want to stop the small tortures.

It is then in the darkness that eyes open, full of drowsy curiosity only to focus on the shining blue and red of a caring lover. A bit of paint touches the pale chin, a stripe of color along one cheek that moves upward with a foolish smile.

Carefully the subject of attention looks upon his skin canvas, the picture still twinkling with newly applied paint but is still so clear. Names entwined within small soft colored blossoms, feathered wings covering over top as if to give protection over all.

Slowly a clear droplet makes its way down the soft cheek, misty eyes trained on the midnight painter. No words are needed as their lips meet in a tender caress, so much held within such a soulful act.

"I love you Iruka..." A pale hand lightly covers the symbols of their mingled names soon joined by a tanned companion to curl their fingers together. "...forever."