Page 23 of All Your Pain

“What are you getting done then? No, let me guess. It’s probably one of your emo band logos.”

“One, they're not emo andtwo, you listen to the same music as me,” I say, holding my index and middle fingers up to him.

“Yeah but not the whiny vocals you love,” he taunts over his shoulder as he peers into a glass cabinet lined with jewelry for piercings.

Holt clears his throat and I give Bones the biggest smirk before turning back to the artist. “You tattoo cocks?”

“You what now?” Bones splutters and rushes back over to the desk. “You want your first one on yourcock? Damn, Dean.” From the way he’s looking at me I know he wants to ask about Willow and how the last time we spoke I admitted how I felt about her. He won’t say anything here. Not in front of someone. I’m sure he’ll ambush me about it later though.

One of Holt's pierced brows slowly raises but he doesn’t look too surprised by my question. “Yeah. Depends on the tattoo you want and how good you are with pain.”

I hear Bones snort beside me and he mutters, “you have no idea.”

I unzip my jeans and pull them down enough for the root of my cock to be on display. “Can you do this?”

“Are thoseteethmarks?” Bones cringes as he bends down and gawks at my cock.

“Yep. You can close your mouth now. I know it’s big.”

“If you were anyone else I’d tell you to not go through with this but...wait, this is the first time I’ve seen your cock. This feels like a momentous moment in our friendship. We should celebrate after. You can invite your girl or I can come back to—”

“Not happening,” I say bluntly, shutting that idea down straight away.

He casts me a put out look then shrugs, shoving his thumbs into his pockets and turns to Holt, “is T in? I’ll get a new piercing whilst you manhandle my friend's junk.”

The man glares at him and says, “he’ll be free in twenty if you want to wait.”

“You’ll do it?” I ask eagerly.

“Yeah, I’ve done weirder,” he sighs, shaking his head as he heads through the door leading to the studio.

“T?” I ask. “What sort of a name is T?”

Bones flops down onto a low leather sofa and rests his ankle over his knee. “What sort of a name is Bones or Carver? His actual name is Trevor but he hates it. So are you really not going to say anything?”

“About what?” I lean my hip against the desk and noticing a loose thread on my shirt I pull at it trying to avoid the line of questioning that's sure to come next.

“Why there’s a bite on your cock and you're getting itpermanentlytattooed onto your body, obviously! First you're buying her hair care and now you're gettingthat.”He gestures to my dick.

I run my tongue over my lower lip as I consider what to say. “Things are going well." I'm really not sure how to explain any of what I'm feeling. "She’s…fuck she’s just perfect.” I card my fingers through my hair and I can’t stop myself from smiling.

“Yet she bit your cock,” Bones raises a skeptical brow.

“Yeah no one’s left their mark on me like that before.” I’ve been fucked up plenty and have all the scars to show it but they’re all meaningless. What Willow’s given me feels different. I want every little scratch and bite from her to remain on my skin forever.

“You’re lucky you didn’t feel it. Some whore used too much teeth before and it stung like a motherfucker.”

So lucky.

I’d kill to feel the sting of Willow's teeth tearing into me.

Holt comes back a few minutes later and we head through with him. T greets us both and Bones introduces us before heading to his workspace and I head to Holt's station near the frosted-glass window.

Barely thirty minutes later we’re done. “Sat like a pro,” Holt says as he pulls his black latex gloves off with a snap. I go to stand in front of the floor length mirror and admire the red ink circling the base of my cock.

Bones looks up from his phone and catches my shit eating grin in the mirror. He comes to take a look, bending down for a closer inspection.

“You think she’ll like it?” he asks, skeptically.

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