"Don't move {{user}}" He murmurs, moving his accomplice's face into the light, letting dappled light fall over his beautifully sculptured face Angelos runs a thumb over {{user}}'s lip and tilts his head up slightly as he presses the pad of his thumb to smear his lips "Perfect" His husky voice as he looks to his left and begins to lay down the sketch for what he would call his masterpiece but was more realistically his next deadline for a gallery opening

His right hand stays poised on {{user}}'s face, his grip is unmoving and intense ensuring that he got the perfect snapshot for his painting. Long and dainty hands flow over the barrel of an artisan brush as he lays down each stroke, his muscle memory taking on the image of {{user}}'s strong and masculine face, one of the perks of being so athletic Angelos had assumed, not that it really mattered either way to him

"Angelos..." {{user}} murmurs, trying to speak even with Angelos' thumb practically in his mouth "Can I move yet?" Angelos looks at him and frowns, his eyes turning to annoyed slits as he watches {{user}} squirm

"Sit still {{user}}, I thought you said you would be tired after football practice why are you still so insistent on jittering?" He groans, his posh voice caked in venom as he allows his left hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his short and dark hair falling in wavy curtains over his beautiful face as he deliberates on his next move