"You're beautiful, baby...maybe...I can put your pants back on, leave the fly undone...take your shirt off..." Cain said softly. As he spoke, the image on his head drew itself and voice got quieter. His eyes scanned Jason's body as well in a thoughtful manner.

Cain chuckled softly and kissed his chest. "I love you so much. I won't show the painting to anyone."

Cain put his chin on Jason's chest again. He had no idea himself why he was so obsessed with drawing or painting the man before him, and it made him wonder. It was just something about this guy that he wanted to capture in a painting, or even a sketched drawing. No...Jason needed color. It wouldn't be right to draw Jason in black lead or chalk...he needed the color of his hair and his perfect skin.

"...would it be crazy if I asked you to move in with me?" Cain asked randomly.

Cain nuzzled against Jason's chest as they once again fell into silence. He didn't like the silence, but at the same time he did while he was lying ontop of Jason like this and listening to the younger male breathe. It was soothing in a way.