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Joey nodded. “Yes. With a few extra bits.”

“Love, loyalty and friendship. It’s perfect.”

The heart was in the centre, with a crown resting on top of it and a pair of hands on either side. In the centre of the heart were two interlinked ovals, and arching over the design was an arch.

Joey pointed to the arch. “I’d been second-guessing this one. It’s supposed to be the whale arch in Whitby, but I’m not sure if it’s too much.”

Ethan rested his hand on his mouth, not wanting to cry. “I love it,” he murmured.

Joey hugged him. “I’m glad. Do you want anything changing?”

“No. It’s perfect.”

“Okay.” Joey took Ethan’s jaw in his tattooed hand and turned his face to him. Biting Ethan’s lower lip, Joey said, “Now get undressed and straddle the chair.”

Ethan’s brain misfired, but not enough that he didn’t frown and say, “Undressed?”

Joey tightened his hold. “Are you questioning me?”

And just like that, Ethan’s blood ran hot. “No, Sir.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, go.”

Joey let go, and Ethan quickly undressed. He was a little uneasy being in an unfamiliar place, but Joey wouldn’t let anything happen to him. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door lock, and Joey nodded once at him and then carried on preparing the tattoo equipment.

Naked, Ethan exhaled and climbed onto the chair, straddling it and facing towards the back. The leather was cold, to begin with, but quickly warmed up. The tattoo was going on his back, so Joey needed to be able to reach it. Ethan sat upright, waiting for more instructions. Despite wanting to, he didn’t look around and see what Joey was doing, but he could hear every click, scrape and clink.

Joey wheeled a tray over beside him, and Ethan looked from the corner of his eye.

“Lean your chest against the chair,” Joey said. Ethan scooted forward, his cock rubbing against the leather. “Good.”

The chair rocked a bit, and Ethan couldn’t stop himself from peering behind him. Joey had straddled it behind him. Made sense. It would be easier to tattoo from close up.

“Lift up a bit,” Joey said, tapping Ethan’s thighs.

He did and jumped when Joey’s lubed fingers massaged his pucker.

“What…?” He inhaled when his fingers penetrated.

“I’ve fantasised about doing this to you, and I can’t wait to see whether reality is as good.”

Ethan licked his lips as heat bloomed through him. His dick pressed harder against the chair with Joey’s ministrations, and it wouldn’t be long until he messed it up with precome.

Joey took his time preparing him, and Ethan’s thighs burnt with the strain of keeping himself up.

“That’s it. Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir.” Although Ethan wasn’t sure what more was. A plug?

Nope.

Ethan gasped as Joey worked his cock inside. As huge as he was, Ethan felt it every single time Joey slid inside, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. But as always, Joey took his time and helped Ethan stretch. When Joey was fully seated, Ethan breathed into the chair, adjusting as best he could. Joey stroked his hands up and down Ethan’s spine, soothing him.

“That’s it. I can feel you relaxing now.”

Ethan wanted to move. He wanted to lift and lower until he brought them both to release, but it wasn’t his call to make. Gritting his teeth, he fought past the need and stayed still.

“Well done, sweetheart. Now, stay still until I’ve done this tattoo, yeah?”

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