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Ethan gasped, suddenly realising exactly what Joey had in mind. There was no way he’d be able to stay still while Joey tattooed him. No way at all.

“And this time, I give you permission to come whenever you need to—as long as you don’t move. Warn me when you’re close, though.”

“Yes…Sir,” Ethan panted.

Joey’s legs bracketed his own, and the heat of his limbs and his cock warmed Ethan until sweat beaded on his skin, and that was before Joey had even started the design.

“Okay. All ready?” Ethan nodded. “Words.”

“Yes, Sir.” He trusted Joey with his life, and there was no way he would take the chance of messing up something as permanent as a tattoo, so he breathed out and rested his head against the chair, focusing on his breathing.

The buzz of the machine seemed extra loud in the otherwise silent room. He braced himself for the pain, and when it came, he exhaled. It wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. Joey chuckled behind him, the vibration strumming Ethan’s ass.

As Joey continued, tattooing, wiping, tattooing, wiping, Ethan got lost in the rhythm. His cock pulsed with every prick of the needle. His ass clenched with every movement Joey made. Then, at one point, fire licked down his spine when Joey hit a specific area. It seemed he might have a bit of a pain kink.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The gun stopped, and Ethan’s ears rang. Joey moved again, sending sparks through Ethan’s groin and then reached around him to offer a drink. He held it for him while Ethan gripped the chair, and he drank deeply. Joey wiped the sweat from his face, chest and stomach, the towel rubbing against the head of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered.

Joey put the towel down and gripped his hips. “I can’t begin to describe how fucking sexy this is. You wrapped around my cock like it was made to be a cock warmer.” He thrust, pushing a little deeper. Ethan’s eyelids fluttered. “Roll your hips for me.”

Ethan moaned as he was granted movement. Rolling in a circle, Joey’s cock dragged against his prostate, and he groaned louder. He circled faster, feeling his release approaching. Joey had said he could come whenever he wanted, so he reached for it, his dick rubbing against the chair, which was wet with his precome.

“Oh, please, Sir,” Ethan panted. “Please.”

Joey tightened his hold on Ethan’s hips, stilling his movements. Ethan whined as his climax halted. Joey lifted him slightly and slammed him down, and Ethan’s orgasm washed over him. He rolled his head against the chair and writhed, dragging it out as long as he could.

Joey’s head rested against Ethan’s nape. “Fuck, Ethan. You test my restraint. I thought this was over before we got to the best bit.” He exhaled and thrust once, and Ethan could feel his cock was still hard. “You’ve got at least one more in you.”

Ethan wasn’t sure. He was exhausted already.

The gun started again. “Stay still again now.”

The prick of the needle started, and Ethan found himself already reacting to the sound and the pain. Was this Joey’s plan? To get him addicted to tattoos? Because it was working if this was what he got every time.

Fire began to build in his groin again, and his eyes widened at another release arriving so quickly after the first.

“Sir!”

The gun lifted from his skin, and Ethan erupted again. Not as fierce, but still just as pleasurable. When he came back from his release, the gun was already against his skin again. Yet again, he could feel fire bubbling inside him. Surely, he couldn’t go again.

“Not much more to do.”

Ethan had completely lost track of time. They could’ve been there for ten minutes or ten hours, and he would be none the wiser. He called out another quick warning as an unexpected rolling orgasm took him by surprise. That one was almost painful. He couldn’t have any more left to give.

Finally, the machine stopped, and Joey set it down. “All done. Now, stay still.” Joey reached beneath Ethan’s spread legs and lifted him under his thighs. The feel of Joey’s jeans against his bare skin was erotic. Ethan braced himself on the chair as Joey lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered, and Ethan panted as he crescendoed once more. He cried out, a dry orgasm taking over him, and Joey slammed him down once more and bit Ethan’s neck as his release took him.

When Joey’s body relaxed, Ethan slumped against the chair. He wanted to say something, but he had no words. He was completely wiped out. As Joey moved, Ethan whimpered, his ass complaining of the usage, but it wasn’t emptiness that Ethan wanted. It was Joey in his arms.

And sleep.

Joey chuckled, and Ethan mumbled. He’d no doubt said that out loud again without meaning to.

“You did, yes.” Joey lifted him, and Ethan hissed. “Next time, I’ll add extra lube during the session.”

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