“I feel lucky to have you tattooing me,” I tell him. “Your work is beautiful, too.”
“Glad to have someone like you to work with.” He steps closer to me, his form blocking most of the light. Our legs touch, and my cock strains against denim.
The way I want him is painful. It’s like if he doesn’t touch me again, I’ll fall apart right here.
“If you’re planning ahead,” he says, then places his hand on my chest, “I think you’d look good with a big piece right here.”
I placed my hand on top of his. “Here.”
He moves his palm, pressing it over my heartbeat. “I’ll design you something pretty, if you ever want.”
A quiver weakens my muscles. Having Joey talk about my body like that almost takes my words away. Hearing his voice ignites my fantasies, visions of my tattooed self that I find deeply satisfying and exciting. I start to see my body differently, not like I’m becoming someone else, but like a part of me I hadn’t known how to show before is finally visible.
Like how flowers are delicate and strong at the same time. Could I be like that?
“Where else?” I ask him.
Joey presses his palm harder to my chest, then drags his hand down to my hip. “You’d pull off some hip tattoos, that’s for damn sure, but I don’t know if it’s really your style.”
He moves his hand slowly, squeezing my hip, and my hole clenches as heat floods the base of my spine.
“Maybe eventually,” I laugh.
Joey chuckles under his breath. “Hey, I understand. I couldn’t pull hip tattoos off in the first place.”
I smile as I try to picture him with flowers on his hips, then reach out and grab his sides. “I don’t know. You might be able to make it work.”
Now we’re both standing there, hands on each other’s hips, and I can see the hard bulge of Joey’s cock in his loose jeans. I don’t know how it happened so quick, but we’re right back where we were the other night. We’re in the middle of the tattoo shop, and Joey is looking at me like he wants me, and fuck yeah do I ever want him.
His hands slide up, lifting my shirt to reveal my hips and the top of my underwear. My skin is soft there, with just a faint brown happy trail disappearing down. “I’ll cover you in flowers,” he says quietly, “if you let me.”
And that’s it. I’m done for. My need snaps, then explodes, and my arms are around Joey’s shoulders as we’re kissing. His lips part, and his tongue thrusts against mine, and I feel the burn of his stubble.
I kiss him, and it only makes me want him more.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
JOEY
Fuck,I can’t resist this guy.
I don’t even know how we got here. First, I look up, and he’s in the door to Blade, then we’re undressing each other up front and kissing, and now he’s naked in my studio. He’s sitting up on the chair, his legs spread out while he gasps for breath, and I’m standing in front of him and grinding our cocks together with my fist. Time’s melted, and I don’t even know how long we’ve been here, just that we’re riding the same waves of intense pleasure, our bodies totally synched.
Definitely going to need a couple hours to sanitize before we open tomorrow.
I spit in my hand again, then grab our hard cocks. Milo’s twitching shaft is golden, and his crown is kissed with pink while he leaks precum. I swirl it down our shafts, pulsing against him, and he whimpers my name as I push two fingers behind his balls and find his rim.
“Fuck, Joey, I’m going to come already.”
His hand closes over my wrist, and while I play with his puckering hole, my orgasm swells behind my balls. I really want to fuck him again, to sink into his soft heat and claim him, but then he bites down on his lip and moans, and I swear I can feel my orgasm surging from my core and burning behind my eyes.
“Milo,” I gasp, then thrust forward again, riding my cock up his slick length as his hole seizes around my fingers. “I’m close, too.”
Milo throws his legs back, and a minute later, the orgasm overpowers me. I feel his cock twitch, and I roar as we both shoot, spraying our naked, sweaty bodies with cum.
I fall against Milo, gasping for breath, then push myself up again. “Damn.”
Just touching him like that and rubbing our cocks together is as satisfying as anything else I’ve done with a man.
