“Me too, Gryphen.”
Now, though, Ian was curious.
“Were you serious about another tattoo?” he asked him.
“Yep.”
“This one hurt,” he said, being honest.
Gryphen laughed.
“Well, I have news for you. The one over your dick is really going to suck, but I’ll give you two things because you’re getting it done.”
He was curious.
“What?”
“I’ll kiss it and make it better after, because watching that man tattoo by your junk is going to get me out of control,” he said.
“And?”
“I’ll get ‘For Lord Carter’s Property over mine. So we both know whose dick they own.”
That gave Ian a thrill.
Moving up, he found his mouth and kissed him. The slow, erotic tangle of tongues was cathartic.
When they broke the kiss, Gryphen held him against his body. This was his happy place.
Oh, and he loved being there with this man.
“That tat is a precious gift to me. I’m sorry I had to punish you, but you set the rules. I’m going to have to punish you after the next tattoo too, especially if you get an erection during it.”
He gasped.
“Gryphen! I’m going to get one if you’re watching him give me a tattoo. I’ll know what you’re thinking about, and that’s going to get me hard.”
“I know. It’s a win-win for Lord Carter.”
He snorted.
“I see how this works now.”
Gryphen was curious.
“Do you mind that I’m a jealous, possessive brut who manhandles you like I do?”
He didn’t.
“I feel so loved. I feel cherished like I’ve never been before,” he said, touching the platinum tag hanging from his neck. “No one has ever loved or fucked me like you do, Gryphen Carter.”
God.
If he had that ring, he’d propose now.
Shit.
“Good. I can’t be anyone but me, and you bring it out in me, Ian.”