tysm!!! here you go 🖤
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."