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I want to bottle the scent and rub it all over me in the shower as I jerk off staring at the tattoo he is about to put on me.

“Sit down, wrist up.”

Wordlessly, I do as he asks.

He snaps on black disposable gloves, and I manage to hold in my gasps as he starts cleaning the area. It doesn’t feel as amazing as if he was touching me skin to skin, but it’s close.

Another human being is touching me.

For the first time in years I feel settled.

And then he starts the actual tattooing.

I’ve seen a lot online about people’s first tattoo experiences. Some say it feels like an inch, some like it’s a thousand needles stabbing you, some say it feels raw, but why has no one said how erotic it feels?

My nipples harden and my dick plumps as I watch the concentration on Rex’s face as he marks me with his brand.

This is the hottest experience of my life and it’s not even meant to be a sexual one.

My dick is definitely getting a beating later tonight.

Soon enough it’s over and I am simultaneously happy and sad about that. Happy I’m not going to cream my pants, but sad that this means my time in Rex’s presence is over.

“I want to keep a close eye on your aftercare,” Rex says, as he cleans my wrist up. It looks all red and swollen right now, but I know it’s going to look amazing when it’s all healed. “Put your number in my phone.”

He hands me his cell and I quickly enter my number and text myself so I have his.

Rex snorts. “You saved yourself as Branded Ian.”

“So you’ll remember what Ian I am,” I say, smiling at him.

“I’m not going to forget you.” He doesn’t elaborate and I don’t care. His words warm my heart.

He leads me out front where I go to pay, but he doesn’t let me.

“You got my brand. You’re not paying me for that.”

“But-”

“No, Ian.”

I swallow. Fuck, my name sounds good coming from his lips.

“I’ll text you about aftercare.”

I just nod and, with a quick goodbye, I make my way home in a daze.

Rex is absolutely everything I didn’t know I wanted in a man. I wish he wasn’t out of my league. Keeping my dirty thoughts to myself is going to be priority number one if I want to become his friend.

UNKOWN NUMBER

Text me your address. I will come by after work tomorrow. About 8pm

I squeal at the message from Rex. I quickly save him to my contacts before I text back.

IAN

That sounds great. Can I make you dinner as well, please?

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