Thickness

In his hand, Tsuzuki held a soft, fine point painters bursh.
"Close your eyes, Hisoka" he whispered.
The boy obeyed; his body filled with tension.
The older man first traced the boy's shoulder blades and back bone. He brought the brush up again to tickle the slender neck. He drew circles at the start of the spine and swiftly dragged the brush down to its base. The boy prominently arched his back when the fine tip reached the base and dipped into the cleft.
"That was beautiful, Hisoka. You really are allowing me to create a masterpiece."
All the received as an answer was a mewling grunt; he was rather content with that.
The brush contiued its path downward; the tip ghosting over the line between the two rosy mounds.
With his knee, Tsuzuki spread Hisoka's legs further apart, allowing the brush to fully caress and play with the heavy sacs.
The feathery feeling was torturous to the boy who kept pressing his erection into the mattress.
The violet-eyed man took his time caressing the inner thighs before bringin the brush back to paint over the soft butt-cheeks. Tsuzuki spread these and brought his lips down to kiss the tender opening.
Hisoka gave a seemingly painful cry. He could barely contain himself.
Tsuzuki brought the handle of the bursh to his mouth to coat it with saliva. Carefully, he instered it into the boy.
Hisoka wiggled forcefully. The older man stroked the young one's lower back as a calming gesture.
Tsuzuki alternated between moving the brush in cricles and pumping it in and out. When Tsuzuki finally removed the handle, the did it slowly, admiring how the soft flesh of the pink ring slid over the handle.
He laid himself like a blanket over Hisoka, rubbng his erection on the boys ass. Hisoka encouraged him by pushing his hips up. The older man kissed the boys neck and face while taking him by the waist to lay him on his back. Their lips met passionately.
Hisoka was anxious; over excited. He needed release from his body's tension.
Tsuzuki sat back to admire the boy. His face was flush, his nipples dark pink, just like the weeping crown of his cock. Tsuziki thought of stawberrys and cream.
He once again took the brush. He teased the slit with the fine tip, gathering the boys essence. He then used it to paint each budding nipple. His tongue lapped over each pebble; his teeth softly nibbling. The boys bellybutton was then subjected to the same treatment. Tsuzuki saw how Hisoka's tiny nipples became harder and how the slender, pale cock now twitched.
Hisoka's incessant moaning picked up volume and Tsuzuki was now close to losing control.
Shakily, "Good, Hisoka. You have been very good. You have almost reached your full reward."
With that, he wrapped his lips on the boy's erection, suckling the head and further tormenting the tiny slit with his tounge.
"One final surprise, litte one. I promise.