Hello :D I have kicked my own butt to hurry the hell up and post this. I must give credit to Rosalie1.0 for sending me a lovely message and basically planting this seed of an idea into my little brain. If you've read my other fic, The Charming Kink, you'll see that it follows the same format. Each chapter is a new kink.

Another special thanks to my good friend and tumblr wife, Jenna, who only made my love for Drarry a lot worse (or a lot better).

Kinks: Tattoos, magic play (magically enhanced tattoo)

If anyone had told Draco that he'd one day taint, literally taint his skin with a tattoo, he would have laughed and hexed the person who even dared to voice that statement. He would have hexed them so hard they wouldn't have been able to function properly for ages.

Now however, as he stared at the design on his chest, the image of a phoenix taking flight, the colors so vibrant against his awfully pale skin that it almost looked out of place, he conceded that change wasn't that bad. It had been Harry's idea, of course, to get this specific design. Afterwards, Draco regretted not choosing the design himself but even now he couldn't bring himself to actually believe he hated it.

It was special and that was why he loved it. Harry had charmed it in a way that made it visible only when he was around, the ink fading away so that only Draco knew it was there should anyone else look. Only Harry looked at it, eyes tracing the entire length of it just as he'd done the first time Draco realized he had a unusual interest in tattoos.

But being Harry Potter, there was a catch.

Whenever Harry touched it, Draco was helpless. Literally. The wanker had charmed it so that every time Harry stroked it, ran a finger down the middle of it or even breathed on it, Draco's eyes would roll back into head and breath coming in short pants. A bite would make his mouth drop open in an embarrassing way that was not worthy of a Malfoy heir. Feathers, leather, and even fur were enough to make Draco a whimpering mess even before he removed his trousers or had Harry's hand caressing his skin.

Harry waited at the entrance of their room, robes off and body relaxed as he leaned on the door frame to stare at Draco. Vaguely, Draco thought it must have been a rough day at the Ministry since, in an instant, Harry had Draco in a tight grip and was dragging him towards their bed. His hands pushed his shirt completely off, not having to worry about the buttons since Draco had dealt with them before he'd even arrived.

He knew what Harry wanted, feeling more than seeing the result of his frantic hands moving over his skin. The moment Harry touched the tattoo was the moment Draco simply gave in, stopping his movements to savor the pleasurable thrum of magic and lust that pulsed through his body at Harry's first touch.

"Why do you even bother pretending you hate it, Draco?" laughed Harry. "You love it more than I do." He ran his index finger down the middle of Draco's chest, making him moan as he felt another wave of heat run through him. He pushed the blond back onto the bed, grinning mischievously as he fell back in graceless flop.

Out of the haze of pleasure and frustration, Draco open his eyes to see Harry looking at him, staring at him, devouring him with his eyes. Lazily, he brushed the back of his hand down his own chest, over his own tattoo just as Harry's finger had done before. His eyes closed and he bit at his bottom lip as his hips minutely thrust up into the air, trying to make himself even more appealing for Harry's pleasure.

Harry's breath was now ragged. "Remember that time I made you come without even touching your cock?" he said, crawling over Draco slowly until his face was close enough for Draco to grab and kiss. "I sucked on the skin here," he kissed the middle of Draco's chest, "and you came all over yourself. Do you remember that?"

Draco trembled with the sheer force of not giving into Harry's words, knowing that he achieved a lot more if he frustrated the other man until he couldn't handle it any longer. He let himself be arranged so that his hips were lifted slightly off the bed, arse fitting perfectly on Harry's lap as he knelt between Draco's legs. Slowly, Harry pushed into him, letting out a soft sigh when he went as deep as his cock could go.

Moving a hand over the concave of Draco's stomach to his chest, Harry shuffled closer to feel the full weight of Draco's body on his cock. "Move, Draco." Draco did, hands fisting the sheets of the bed as he wrapped his legs securely around tanned hips to use a leverage to lift himself up and dropping down, head falling back as the position made his work a lot easier, cock finding just the right place to make him move faster.

Harry didn't move, simply holding Draco's hip with one hand as he looked down to admire the way his stomach muscles clenched with each movement, the way his thighs gripped him tight before letting go. He liked it when Draco was so focused on the task at hand that he didn't bother trying to stop his face from showing all his emotions, brow furrowing in concentration or teeth biting into his lips.

The tattoo seemed to take a life of it's own, the phoenix flexing it's wings as if it wanted to take flight right off Draco's chest every time the blond stretched his body out. Harry realized he wanted to see him come, hard. He liked it Draco came because that was when he was truly free from all the masks he put up. Without warning, Harry ran his hand down over Draco's tattoo, nails scratching his skin.

The effect was beautiful.

Draco's hips bucked right off his cock, whimpering at the loss and at the pleasurable feeling that Harry's hand had caused. Eagerly, he pressed down to shift into place again, Harry's cock sliding in with one slick thrust downwards and began to snap his hips hard.

The room was filled with the sound of skin, the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of Draco trying to reach his orgasm but failing because he needed Harry to do one final thing. By the bored look on Harry's face, however, Draco knew he'd have to work for it and work for it he would do. "Harry," he moaned before rolling his hips in a way that made Harry's eyes roll back into his head. He repeated that move, rolling his hips while whimpering so sweetly and giving the man over him a look of pure want until he simply couldn't take it any longer.

"Fucking touch me, Potter. Touch me n-" Draco was cut off mid word as he moaned load and long as Harry leaned over him to bite at his nipples, pulling the skin with his teeth before sucking on the flesh. He put his hands on each side of Draco's head as he thrust hard into Draco, grinning as he cried out at the sudden movement that pushed him farther up onto the bed.

He only thrust for couple of times when Draco came, come slicking the movement between their chest and making Draco shiver as the sensation accompanied with this orgasm sent tiny tremors to his limbs. Draco lifted his hands to feel the muscles of Harry's back move and tense as he fucked him until he finally stilled, groaning his release. He stayed poised over Draco for awhile before his arms finally gave out, landing with a grunt on top of him, making his cock drive deeper into his body.

Draco lifted his head up slightly, looking between their chest. The dark pattern of the phoenix had stilled it's movements, white stains smearing across it, making his skin look shiny and feel sticky. He lifted a hand to smooth over himself, seeing Harry smile lazily against his skin as he too raised his hand to join Draco's fingers.

He really did love it, no matter what he said.

Now, what I did with my other story was that I asked my readers to suggest what kink they would like to see. So, without any judgement or weird what-the-fuck-faces, what kink do you suggest or would like to see next?

Thank you in advance :D