His fingertips brushed over pale flesh, digits marking the freckles out as they traveled towards puffy skin. A callloused fingertip traced around the outer edge of the angry pink swelling, the silver glint of the stud teasing him. MacCoy hissed, sucking in a sharp curse through his teeth, and Mo uttered a distracted apology. His smile stretched wider, teasing tone apparent in his voice, "Didn't peg ya fer the type ta poke holes in yo' body."
"I was thinkin' the same," the blond whispered back, in reference to the steel planted firmly in the darker B-boy's hips. Baby blues closed briefly, the weary toprocker placing his head on Mo's shoulder while Mo's hands ventured away from the new studs and towards a cluster of cheap rhinestones dangling from his belly button.
Mo gave a sharp tug, the skin healed nicely months before, causing the DJ to jerk forward with a groan still caught in his throat.
"Not that I'm complainin'. Nothin' could be worse than that tat back there."
MacCoy grimaced. "When're ya gonna let that go, homie?"
"Prolly never," he quesstimated in a smug tone while his hands skidded over smooth skin and ink dipping into sweatpants.
"I was thinkin' the same," the blond whispered back, in reference to the steel planted firmly in the darker B-boy's hips. Baby blues closed briefly, the weary toprocker placing his head on Mo's shoulder while Mo's hands ventured away from the new studs and towards a cluster of cheap rhinestones dangling from his belly button.
Mo gave a sharp tug, the skin healed nicely months before, causing the DJ to jerk forward with a groan still caught in his throat.
"Not that I'm complainin'. Nothin' could be worse than that tat back there."
MacCoy grimaced. "When're ya gonna let that go, homie?"
"Prolly never," he quesstimated in a smug tone while his hands skidded over smooth skin and ink dipping into sweatpants.