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Mnho tilts his head back, groaning softly through red-bitten lips. "Fuck."
The hum of the tattoo machine pauses while Jsng dips it in more ink. "We're almost done, you big baby."
"How did I let you talk me into this again?"
"1: Because you're gonna look fucking hot with these. And 2: The same way I let you talk me into FOUR piercings last week."
Mnho drops his head back on the padded table, jerking a little when Jsng gets started with the needle again. Jsng presses his hips down into the table, holding him still. It'd be hot if he weren't also scratching the hell out of Mnho's V-line with ink right now. When it's done, Jsng gets him in front of the full-length mirror. He's shirtless, in his boxers with the waistband pulled low over his hips. Jsng hooks his chin over Mnho's shoulder, hands roaming the curves of his chest as they admire the sharp cybersigilism lines that trace his V-lines, dipping low down into his pelvis.
"Told you." Jsng presses his hips into Mnho from the back.
"You did this on purpose," Mnho accuses, reaching back to drag Jsng by the hair into a kiss. "I won't be able to top for weeks."
"Huh. Hadn't thought of that," Jsng grins. "Guess I'll just have to find other ways to put you to work."
And Jsng is nothing if not creative. Once they're home, he makes Mnho ride him, backwards so the tattoo isn't disturbed. All the while refusing to touch anything except the silver barbells in Mnho's nipples, until he comes just like that, shaking and gasping, thighs trembling on either side of Jsng's lap.
"Next time," Mnho pants, "I'm piercing your cock."

okay i have no self control so here's 650 words asdjkigsl
Mnho's having shit luck tonight. Maybe it's because he didn't wear his lucky leather pants. Or maybe it's the general pissed off aura he's exuding, a remnant of the horrible, no good, very bad work week he's had. Either way, he finds himself sitting at the bar alone, nursing a lukewarm beer and idly scanning the crowd for potential conquests. Laughter from the other side of the bar catches his attention. A cute, round-faced guy joking around with the bartender. He tilts over in his stool as he laughs, full-bodied and loud, soft curls brushing the surface of the sticky bartop. He's got a pretty smile and contagious laughter, and there's no way Mnho's his type, especially with the mood he's in. Sighing, he's just about to close out his tab when the guy suddenly jerks, nearly falling out of his seat. Someone looms over him, getting up in personal space. They exchange words that Mnho can't hear, and Cute Guy looks more and more uncomfortable by the second, the smile dropping from his face. Over the bar, Mnho catches a glimpse of wandering hands, and that's the last straw. He's out of his seat and across the room before he knows it, channeling all of his pent up anger into the haymaker he throws right at the scumbag's face. The sting in his knuckles doesn't even register over the satisfaction he feels, watching the guy crumple to the floor.
"Oh my god, are you okay?! That punch was insane!" Soft hands wrap around his own, gently inspecting the knuckles that are already swelling.
"Feeling better now," Mnho says, rolling his shoulder. Cute Guy is even cuter up close, and Mnho is momentarily distracted by his eyes, huge and sparkling even under the dim lights. It's because of this that he doesn't notice Scumbag picking himself off the floor and swiping an empty beer bottle off the bar, until the side of his face is exploding with pain.
Mnho staggers, dimly aware of arms slipping around him, but mostly his world consists of the stars in his vision and the blinding pain shooting through his head. There's a ton of commotion, something warm and wet dripping down the side of his face, and vaguely he's aware of being guided somewhere else, somewhere quieter.
"Here, sit," a gentle voice says, guiding him to sit on the closed toilet. They're in the handicap stall, and Cute Guy is wadding up a bunch of paper towels from the sink.
"What the fuck," Mnho mumbles, still in a daze.
"Don't worry, it's just a flesh wound." The ball of paper towels is firmly pressed to his cheek, and when it's pulled away, it's completely soaked with red.
"You sure about that?" Mnho asks weakly. His head is pounding.
"I'm a nurse, I'm sure." Cute Guy smiles his pretty, heart-shaped smile. He takes Mnho's head between his hands, tilting him this way and that, inspecting. His hands are cold, and it feels nice against his aching skin.
"What's the damage then, doc?"
"Hmm…still handsome. I think you'll live."
Mnho snorts, and then winces. "What's your name, anyway? So I can stop calling you Cute Guy in my head."
"...You think I'm cute?"
Mnho turns his head away, feeling his ears turn red. He must have a concussion or something, to be admitting things like that out loud. But Cute Guy just laughs.
"I'm Jsng. And my knight in shining armor?"
"Mnho."
"Nice to meet you, Mnho. Well, this has been a great meet-cute, but I hope you're ready for our epic first date, where I take you to the hospital and give you approximately four stitches."
"Wow, you sure know how to woo a guy." Mnho drawls.
"And it'll be my treat." Jsng smiles, and Mnho thinks he would take a hundred hits if it meant that Jsng would always look at him like this.