And… fuck, that’s gonna be a distraction.
His glossy half erect penis, delectable as ever.
Pants pulled down around his hips like that.
I spread a towel over him.
“Am I making you blush, Mr Vale?”
Shyness gets the better of me.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I say.
Gloving up with a stretch and a snap, I guide his hand toward a padded side table.
Wiping the inside of his wrist with antiseptic, I pause.
“Ready?”
He leans his head against my shoulder, bracing for the sting.
“I'll just do the first line, bub. So you can see how it feels.”
His inhale is steady.
He gives a quiet nod.
And in that stillness, I begin.
The needle comes to life, penetrating with a low hum.
Ink enters skin like a memory, artist and lover huddled in close proximity.
Faded stars revive beneath my fingertips, mapping themselves in a gentle curve.
Slow, deliberate lines darken as they set into place.
His hand loosens its grip as he yields to the searing heat.
This galaxy has always been part of Marco, just waiting for me to make it visible.
His story unfolds on skin, an echo of that precious night.
Love was declared beneath this sky.
Our love.
I offer a tender kiss whenever he grips the velvet.
Marco’s body presses hot against my side, seeking refuge from more than just the ache.
“Need a breather?” I ask.
“I'm okay,” he says.
“Promised you I'd be gentle.”
“I know,” he confesses. “I'm just wincing so I can get a kiss.”
