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If you get a hard-on I'll call it a job well done.

( but that's not the point of this, even if he is idly thinking about where to take things after this. that's not the priority right now--if he shifts a little in his position over oliver's hips just to see if it gets a reaction that's no one's business but his own. nick is focused, on getting this tattoo right and getting the magic with it right too. )

Where anyone can see? ( like he's scandalised, but nick is already smiling.

he's no artistic talent but something about the shapes of simple tattoos makes sense to him. he traces the idea out faintly with his fingernail, a little sun-moon thing that's not especially complex, with lines that are easy to drip-feed spells into, too. he gives the machine a little buzz — it's slow, in a way that probably translates into painful — and raises his eyebrow. )

Yeah, you can put it on my chest. We can match too, if you like. Hold still.

( nick shifts forward and oliver gives a soft sigh, tipping his head back against the pillow he's claimed but it--doesn't get more of a response than that. they've only just started, after all. plenty of time for that later. )

Someone's going to find them later and tell us we're cringe as hell.

( but he's grinning, hands moving up to fold them behind his head. leaves plenty of space for nick and his makeshift tattoo gun. it does look--slow, but not quite as slow as nick's stick and poke system. oliver will probably bitch if it takes too long, but a needle shoving into his skin isn't like. the worst thing imaginable. he can handle it. )

Have I told you how hot you look yet?

We are cringe as hell.

( the way nick says it, it might as well be the highest of compliments. he runs a hand over oliver's chest again, smoothing over the skin lightly before he uses one to hold the spot taut. the other lifts to the same spot, guides the gun and needle to the place where he can picture a simple little design perfectly.

nick doesn't focus well on a lot of things, but he's focusing on this. he's careful when the buzzing gun comes into contact with oliver's skin, and his eyes don't even move from his chest when he hears the compliment. but one side of his mouth quirks up, bright, because he definitely heard it. )

Not yet. You could stand to tell me more.

( it does hurt. more than an actual tattoo gun, surprisingly more than just a plain needle probably because it's just fast enough to semi-feel like an actual gun but slow enough that it still feels just. like a needle being continiously jabbed into his skin, instead of the scratchy sensation a gun would have. he keeps his chest still as possible, taking small breaths instead of deeper ones.

keeps his eyes on nick's as he focuses. )

You're especially sexy when you have that look on your face. The focus. ( he has to pause for a moment to breathe, but oliver doesn't flinch at least. ) All of it on me. Makes me want to push you over and fuck you until you forget everything else.

Yeah?

( that half-grin becomes an all out smirk that nick is trying his best to smother, because he's working and he's focused — but he's only human, and nick has always been a creature that thrives on flattery. his brows furrow a little as he etches down the dotted line, the pain intermingled with a spreading warmth as nick pours everything he has into it. healing as he goes, as much as he can, but mostly he's just focused on the tether. he can fix up oliver afterwards, but he can't re-lay a spell once it's done. at least, not effectively.

that doesn't stop him from humming out a soft affirmation though, and when he can't hold it any longer his eyes ever so briefly dart up to oliver's and back down again. just for a second, just enough to make eye contact and lose it again just as quickly. )

If you hold still and get through this you can. You going to fuck me and etch a mark on my chest right after Oliver?

No. Ink first, fucking after.

( he likes the feel of nick's magic. its' warmth. how it seeps through his skin, lessens the dull ache of getting stabbed a thousand times while nick keeps working. but he likes the smirk on his face even more, because oliver loves getting a good reaction out of him. he's cute work he's worked up. when oliver manages to pull his attention enough to distract him from what he's working on. if it wasn't a permanent mark in his skin, he might have tried harder to pull nick's attention from his chest to him, but.

not having an awkward line in his skin is just as important. )

You'll have to wait. Be patient. Think you can do that for me?

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