AN: Hope you enjoy my first lemon!
"You sure about this Aki?" Kou asked nervously.
His wayward friend giggled madly, obviously a little past tipsy. "Duh I'm sure. Come on, hurrrrryyyy!"
The tattoo parlor's lights gleamed bright, the sleek floors looked polished. On the walls, framed photographs of various people posed, showing off the colorful ink that covered their bodies. Somehow, despite its purpose, the place managed to feel high-class. Not a shock, considering that this was Sion, the best of the best.
In this parlor, A-listers got tattoos, and where people became canvases for stunning artwork that would be imprinted forever. This was also where his friend was currently standing, one drink away from drunk.
"May I help you, sirs?" A man with glasses stood behind the black counter. If it wasn't for the geometric tattoos that peeked out from under his collar and past his cuffs, he would've passed as an ordinary salaryman, like Aki and Kou.
"I want a tattoo." Aki giggled, his eyes already wandering.
"Unfortunately, sir," The man pushed up his glasses, voice taking on a patient tone one used with the drunk or stupid. "We cannot give any tattoos to inebriated customers; it makes for messy situations when they sober up."
"What're you talking about? I'm plenty sober!" Aki chirped. "Scout's honor!"
Kou sighed, feeling bad for the man behind the counter who obviously was trying to civil and get across the message of get the fuck out. "C'mon Aki, let's go."
"What seems to be the issue here?" A masculine voice asked. Stepping out from the back room, the tall man, hair slicked back and dressed in a pair of slacks and a simple short-sleeved shirt.
"I want a tattoo!" Aki cheered for what must've been the 20th time that night. Kou cringed, feeling even more guilt. "Please excuse him sir, he's a little tipsy."
The man ignored him, golden eyes honing in on Aki. "Why?"
Immediately the merriment drained out of his friend's face. His brow wrinkled as his eyes grew melancholy. "Because I'm tired of always playing it safe."
The man paused for a split second, looking at Aki. His eyes softened. "Alright sir, if you'll just sign this form I'll take you into the back."
"W-wait," Kou stepped forward, "You're not seriously giving him a tattoo in this condition are you?"
The artist looked at him disdainfully as Kirishima escorted Aki into a back room. "Don't worry, you'll understand soon. This will, however, take a bit. If you would leave his address with us, we would be happy to escort him home."
If this was any other parlor, Kou would've definitely screamed no, that was such a sketchy offer. But heck, this was Sion, and he could see the other employees eyeing them, so it seemed legit, and to be honest, he was tired and had to go home to his wife. Pulling out a notecard, he scribbled the address onto it, handing it over. "Tell him I said good luck." With that, Kou left.
Asami stared at the card with the neatly written address on it, and tossed it into the nearest trashcan. He wouldn't need that tonight.
Aki flinched as the man rubbed some alcohol on his skin, cooling it. "I'll give you a henna tattoo." He said decidedly.
"But, those aren't permanent are they?" Aki pouted unconsciously. Even drunk, he knew it wasn't good to argue with the man with all the needles, but heck, he had signed up for a tattoo.
"No," The man allowed, "But considering that you're almost drunk, it's probably best not to get a tattoo like this. It's best to make a permanent decision like this when you're clearheaded. And besides, this will last a while anyways. Now what design do you want?"
Inside, Aki knew the man was right, that he shouldn't be doing this. But just once, he had wanted to step off the beaten path and do something for him, something crazy that no one would've expected. "Surprise me." He finally said.
"Hm?" He felt the man jerk in shock. Not a surprise, most people probably walked in with their orders all ready and with super specific demands. Then again, most people didn't decide to come to Sion on a whim.
Ah, this guy was super good-looking, it was a pity he was probably straight or drunk Aki would've probably been making out with him by now. Those strong hands, that height, and he bet that he was gifted down there too. So unfair, all the good ones are straight.
"It only lasts for like 2 weeks right?" He shrugged. "I've heard that you're really good, so surprise me." This is risky enough, right? I'll kill him if he draws a dick on me though…
The man looked at him again and then simply nodded, gesturing for him to lie on his back. "I will use my best judgment then. I suppose it's a bit late, but my name Asami Ryuichi and I'll be your artist today."
And for an hour, Aki lay on his back as a brush traced thin lines of brown ink on his body, painting out an artwork he couldn't see yet. Gradually, with simple sentences, Asami pried his whole story out, laying it out in the open. How tired he was of being the responsible one, how being a good human being seemed to equate being taken advantage of, and how very much he had just wanted to do something insane, just to break that little box people had placed him in. So tonight he had gotten a sufficient amount of alcohol in him and decided that it was time to get a little crazy, had stumbled by the tattoo parlor, and was struck with a sudden desire to get inked. All throughout his slightly rambling story, the man nodded, intent on his artwork and making light conversation.
"You know," The man said, still drawing. "People come and get tattoos for lots of reasons. Some do it for the attention, others because they're curious. Any reason is beautiful, because to get a tattoo is to become an eternal canvas, but I find one motivation particularly admirable: the desire to change."
Aki's eyes flicked to meet the man's smoldering golden ones. He suppressed a shiver, man, this guy was hot and radiated sex appeal, how unfair for his delicate heart. Pft, what heart, his inner voice snorted, you just want to be fucked by him until dawn.
"Tattoos are permanent," The man continued, seemingly not realizing what he was doing, "And it's a very powerful message if you use them to mark a new chapter in your life. So," Amused eyes looked at him, "If you still want a real tattoo after you're sober, I'll do it for free."
Free?! Aki could only look at him in disbelief. "Yes, free," The man chuckled. "I promise. And, we're done." With the ink having finally set, he sat up and stared in the mirror. A stylized panther curled on his chest, claws grazing his right nipple. The contrast of ink against his pale skin was striking, and the art was gorgeous. "Thank you." He whispered, staring into the man's eyes through the mirror. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you…"
His skin heated as the man continued to stare, holding onto his gaze. The soft cast was gone, replaced by something more predatory as they roamed over his body, now decorated. His soft delicate skin, and those baby blues all moist and gleaming. "Oh I think I know how."
Aki shifted uncomfortably. Yep, super close to an awkward boner situation, I can feel it coming on.
Abruptly, the man stepped forward, pressing Aki against the counter. "Hm, if you don't want to be taken advantage of, you should stop staring at me like that." His lips ghosted right in front of Aki's.
Well, he thought he was sober, but there must've been some liquid courage left in him, because Aki surged up, capturing those lips. "What if I want to be taken advantage of?" He smiled into the kiss.
A growl rumbled out of the large chest as Aki felt himself be picked up and sat on the counter. A strange thrill shot through him as he realized this man was strong enough to pick him up effortlessly. "Then I'll just have to oblige you." A pair of lips attacked his neck as he leaned back, moaning. Asami seemed determined to leave as many marks as possible, sucking diligently as one of his hands crept down Aki's pants fondling his rapidly stiffening member. "Such a naughty boy," The calm voice chided him, "You wanted this didn't you? To be fucked right here, right now."
Aki could only moan harder as the hand stroked up and down, pushing down his pants. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of silky black hair, attacking the man's smug mouth. Asami gladly drank in his moans, his tongue weaving around Aki's. "Hush hush," He broke away, murmuring softly into the pink shell of his ear. "You wouldn't want anyone walking in, right?"
Aki's only response was to grind his hips against Asami's swelling erection. Mmmmm, he thought in satisfaction, pegged it, he's huge. Asami growled, yes growled, again, his own hips instinctively thrusting forward. His mouth trailed downwards, sucking reverently on Aki's pink buds, nipping at them until they gleamed like cherries. "Impatient, aren't we?"
Gasping for air, Aki glared indignantly, "Bastard, fuck me or don't, but you'll have to pick one."
The hand gripping his wrist tightened almost painfully. "Bend over the table." The man nodded towards the table where Aki had just gotten his tattoos done. Body thrumming in excitement, Aki bent over eagerly. He heard a click as the man opened a bottle of lube, pouring liberal amounts on his fingers. Slowly, slowly a single finger entered his most private place. He stifled another moan, feeling his walls spasm. Asami also let out a low groan. "Fuck you look so sexy all bent over like that." His voice rasped.
Aki moved against the finger, biting down on his lip to prevent any noise from escaping. Asami tisked, gently grasping his chin and turning it to the side, kissing his lips softly. "No hurting yourself baby, I've locked the door, no one can come in."
"Th-they'll hear." He drew in stuttering breaths, letting out a yelp that transformed into a full blown moan as a second finger was inserted.
"Who cares, silly, I want to hear all your delicious sounds, after all just your hole is making such lewd noises." Asami's fingers squished as they twisted, searching for that special little spot…
Aki arched off of the table, his back curving up magnificently as his mouth opened, eyes blank with pleasure, cum painting his stomach. Asami smiled, pressing down again, delighting in the keening noise that left that moist little mouth.
As Aki slowly recovered from his ground-shaking orgasm, Asami worked his three fingers, admiring the tightness of the velvety walls, impatient to be buried in this delicious heat, to fuck the screams out of Akihito's tight body. "Ready, baby?"
Nodding, Aki arched his back, his plump butt begging for some attention. Withdrawing his fingers, Asami admired his handiwork. The once tight pink bud was well stretched, fluttering and waiting to swallow something. Bracing his hands on Aki's hips, he fed in his dick, inch by inch.
Aki moaned again, hands scrabbling against the faux leather of the table as his body accommodated the intruder. When the tip brushed his prostate, he yelped. "Very good," Asami smiled, "Let me hear you."
For a full second, they stood as Aki just relished the feeling of being completely filled. Then Asami moved. He set a brutal pace, pistoning in and out, subtly changing his angle each time until he hit that sweet spot. Aki screamed wantonly as he felt his entire world go white but managing to hold on as his prostate was pounded. "Harder!" He screamed, savoring the pure savagery of Asami's love.
Eventually the man's thrusting faltered as Aki felt a warmth pool deep inside him as Asami shot ropes of semen deep inside. The added stimulus was just enough to push him over the edge as he slumped onto the table, an utter mess. Strong arms picked him up, depositing him on a lap. "Fuck, you're even more beautiful after sex, you know that?" Asami kissed his closing eyes.
Aki just giggled gently, leaning into the embrace, letting himself drift off into sleep. "Well you're sexy all the time so don't worry."
"Yes, yes," Asami sighed, patting the head of fluffy blond hair.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. The sheets that surrounded him smelled all spicy and smoky, nothing like his natural scent. Cracking open one bleary eye, he stared in shock. Curled around his body was Asami, his arms securely wrapped around Aki. For a while, Aki just stared at the perfect visage, content to feel smug about what a great one he'd bagged yesterday. Fuck yeah, he's gorgeous and I got to have sex with him.
But nature called, and Aki shifted uncomfortably as his bladder made itself known. Gently, he tried to climb out of the cage Asami's arms had made, but they only tightened. "Too early," The man grunted, "Stay a little longer."
"I have to use the bathroom." Aki hissed.
Reluctantly, the arms loosened around him, and he took off running for the toilet, ignoring the expensive décor and marbled bathroom surfaces. Bladder relieved, he crept back into bed, sitting upright. Golden eyes appraised him, lingering over his body pointedly. "That looks good." He pointed at the henna tattoo?
"Oh this?" Aki looked down, admiring it again. "Yeah, you do good work."
"You're a good canvas." The man shrugged. "Do you want a permanent one, now that you're sober?" He smiled in amusement as Aki hit him before snuggling back in.
"I don't know, but if I do, I'll be sure to come visit you." He said sleepily.
A hand skimmed up his bare back. "Oh, you'll be visiting plenty even if you don't want tattoos." The man's voice grew possessive.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Aki stared at this strange man, who somehow made him feel so comfortable. Leaning forward, he pecked him on the lips. "Baka, of course I'll be visiting."
And then he laid his head down on the strong forearm laced with ink, and laying there in that warm embrace that seemed removed from everyday life, he had never felt more extraordinary.
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