Warning: This chapter contains mild sexual content, along with improper language. Please refrain from reading this if you're uncomfortable with such.

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The silence roamed in the thin air between the sun shining from one corner of the room. Kant, the tattoo artist, sat silently on the stool, focused on his cigarette, waiting for the customer who had insisted on going to the bathroom for a moment.

As Kant thought about the boy more, a smile formed on his lips automatically. Since no one was watching, he didn't need to keep on the cool looks of a great tattoo artist anymore.

The boy actually caught Kant's attention the second he came in. The smell of the boy's perfume was very pleasant, as if he had worn that to attract someone. And it probably had already worked. But Kant just didn't want to make the boy feel superior.

As Kant took in a series of smoke from the burning cigarette, a sense of rush washed through him. Letting the smoke out of his mouth, his gaze drifted to the bathroom door. An almost unnoticeable smirk took over his face as he realized that maybe the boy was planning for something else... as well.

A hint of excitement rushed over him as the smirk on his face got clearer and he fixed his posture on the chair.

In no time, he watched as the bathroom door was pulled open and the boy came out. He didn't look much different from how he looked before going into the bathroom, except... he looked hotter. The tip of his hair strands were brushed down, covering his eyes almost. His hair was parted in the middle and was longer than Kant had thought. The tip of his hair was wet, as if he had just styled it. The sweat on his neck was glistening from the sunlight falling over him.

Kant couldn't deny the fact that he was stunned. The first thought he had when the boy and him met gazes was that the boy was beautiful. But he hadn't realized how angelic the other was until he saw greater style fit on him.

Kant's eyes roamed to the shirt the boy wore. It was slightly wet. His brows furrowed just a bit as he looked up at the boy. "Uh... why are you wet?" He asked, hesitant.

The boy shrugged, trying to wipe off the excess water from his clothes. "I felt hot so I thought some water would help," he said, gliding his hand smoothly on his neck to wipe his own sweat. "Don't you feel hot?"

Kant's eyes roamed to that hand. He wondered how that hand would feel on his own body. Lost in his imagination, he answered, gulping unknowingly. "Yeah... very much."

"What's your name by the way?" the boy asked casually.

"Kant."

The boy tried to hold back a chuckle. "Too close to a word you don't wanna hear."

Kant rolled his eyes slightly. The boy was braver than he had thought at the beginning. "You're gonna tell me yours or should I just call you the 'B' boy?" Kant asked, attempting to sound sarcastic and hide away the desperation of him actually wanting to know the name.

"It's Bison. You can still call me that if you want," Bison exclaimed, almost winking at the taller man. Just another thing Bison loved about being single, being able to flirt with whoever he wanted.

"So the tattoo is the first letter of your name. How cliché!" Kant exclaimed, crossing his legs again as he tapped the tattoo bed a few times, inviting the shorter man to climb on.

Bison crawled forward on the bed, half lying down before lifting his t-shirt towards the man.

Kant set his cigarette aside. It was finished already. As he tried to get a clear view of the area, examining the part, he picked up his tattoo pen. "Didn't you say lower abdomen? Shouldn't you drag your pants down more? I can only see your upper abdomen," Kant expressed. Indeed, Bison's pants were up to just a few centimeters below his belly button.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Bison spotted out. Kant immediately looked up at Bison, a bit in shock, making sure he had heard it right. That was unexpected, to Kant at least. He didn't expect someone with such an angelic looking face to be so... straightforward.

"Didn't expect you to be so brave," Kant murmured to himself as he slowly dragged the pants Bison wore down to his hip bone, the tension rising in his chest.

Bison looked upwards towards Kant, smirking because he had heard what Kant murmured. "Didn't expect you to be so shy either," he replied.

Kant looked away, his face almost flushed. Never had someone ever called him shy before and he didn't totally hate that. He was talkative but he could be shy too sometimes.

Kant looked back at Bison's belly, trying to keep his composure. "So where exactly do you want it?" He asked.

"On the right," Bison answered, pointing to a place right in the center point of his lower right abdomen.

"Any specific font?" Kant continued. He had to hurry. He wouldn't have been able to stare at that soft, smooth skin of Bison for long anyway.

"Nope. Whatever you see fits." That was all Kant had to hear. He already had a font in mind that would go perfectly with the skin of Bison. Kant usually seemed very confident from outside but from inside, he was mostly like a little chic that feared to go out of its zone. But Kant could only keep up when he felt like the conversation followed smoothly.

Kant slowly traced Bison's skin with his finger, as if trying to feel how soft it actually was. Bison felt ticklish but he stayed still, letting the taller man get lost in the sensation. In a while, Kant picked up the tattoo pen and it began buzzing slightly.

Tracing over where Bison wanted the tattoo once more with his finger, the pen finally touched the skin, tracing over the area while feeling as if almost tearing the skin out.

Even though Bison closed his eyes and tried his best to stay still during the process, he could feel the other man getting nervous. He could hear the man's breathing getting louder while he traced the skin of him. Bison knew he wanted it, as much as him but he had to wait.

The pain got numb in no while until he no longer felt the sharp pen on his abdomen. He opened his eyes to watch Kant put a soothing gel on the tattoo, one of his hands fixed on the inside of Bison's right thigh, as if the man didn't know what he was doing. Bison slowly looked up, staring at the beautiful tattoo that the beautiful man had made.

The man leaned closer, purposefully blowing on the tattoo before smirking and staring at Bison and watching his breath getting heavier. The man stood up suddenly, almost walking away until he felt Bison's hand grab his wrist. "Sir? Do you need anything? The tattoo's done," Kant mumbled innocently.

Bison gulped as he watched the taller man turn around to look at him, his gaze sharp as if about to dig a hole. Bison's breathing got even louder as he sat up and dragged the man to sit back at the seat. "Such a dick! You know exactly what I want..," Bison murmured before the man crashed his lips on his.

The hunger was evident in the way they kissed. No sign of gentleness, only urgency. Kant's hand roamed to Bison's back, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved like angry animals in heat.

Once they pulled away, they were both already a mess, turned on like crazy. Bison's recently styled hair was already so messy and he looked even hotter. "You're gonna regret this," Kant mumbled before dragging the shorter man into another heated kiss.

Not detaching their lips even for a second, Bison got up from the tattoo bed before climbing onto Kant's lap, the friction of their body so close already driving them crazy. He grabbed Kant's hair and pulled back to let go of the kiss before diving into the slim neck of Kant. Kant threw his head back, slight whimpers escaping his lips.

"For a beauty like you, I never expected you to be such a freak," Kant murmured as he felt Bison turn down to his collarbone and suck.

Bison looked up, smirking. "You haven't even seen half of it," he said, before diving back in.

Bison, still nibbling at his neck, worked his hands to take off the shirt the taller man was wearing. Lifting his hands, Kant gave full access to the man to do that.

Once Bison seemed done playing with his neck, he looked up and crashed his lips onto the taller's once again. Taking the chance, Kant grabbed a handful of Bison's hair tightly, laying him back onto the tattoo bed, a bit harsher than intended.

The second Bison's back landed on the hard material, a moan escaped his lips. The smirk on Kant's face got clearer as he leaned closer. "Can't stay quiet, can you?"

Leaving Bison gulping on the bed, his legs hanging from one corner, Kant got up. In a swift movement, he locked the door, flipping the sign that had said 'open' earlier to say 'closed', hanging on the door.

Bison slowly sat up from the bed, taking his shirt off as he watched the man walk closer to him. "You seem experienced," Bison expressed, stepping back on the bed.

As Kant climbed on top of him, he raised one of his eyebrows as an answer to the unexpected question. "Do I look like this is my first time doing this?" He asked.

"Of course not," Bison murmured, laying himself completely down on the bed as Kant landed his hands on his shoulder. "How many?" Bison asked again.

Kant jumped onto Bison's shoulder, biting and kissing on purpose. The area looked too clean, too bruiseless. He couldn't handle himself. Still lost in the intimacy of the action, he couldn't deny that the questions annoyed him. But he still decided to answer while playing with the shorter man's body. "I am experienced, if that's what you want to know," he replied, not wanting to give a complete answer.

"More than ten?" Bison kept asking.

He really was testing the taller man's patience but he held it in. Kant climbed to kiss and suck at the man's Adam's apple but no reaction came out of the shorter man at all. "Do I look that big of a slut to you?" He murmured, his voice almost inaudible through the breathing of both men.

"More than five?" Bison asked again.

This time, Kant couldn't deny it. He had slept with more than five people. Not overall, of course but in that tattoo shop, on that bed. It suddenly embarrassed him to think about how much of a slut he actually was.

"I'll take that as a yes," Bison teased, escaping a little moan out of his mouth as the man sucked on a sensitive place on his neck.

The teasy demeanor of the shorter man was unexpected to Kant and even though he didn't totally hate it, it was making him so impatient. He grabbed the shorter by wrapping his fingers around his neck. He looked up and smashed his lips on the shorter's. "Fucking shut up!" He almost shouted as he watched the man return a teasy smile.

Kant roamed down to work on Bison's pants, pulling them off in one go. He sat up, pulling his own as well, until both of them were on the tattoo bed, their underwear being the only clothing left on their bodies.

Bison watched the taller's gaze shift to his previous tattoos. The man came closer to inspect the tattoo next to his hip bone. "Beautiful," he read in a whisper, rubbing the tattoo gently with his finger. "Such a perfect tattoo," he murmured, his lips grazing over that one tattoo which caught his eyes, before shifting to the tattoo that was done a while ago.

"You really talk too much," Kant said as he grazed over the tattoo he had made and kissed it a few times, looking up at Bison to see him wriggling around and throwing his head back against the wall.

With another swift movement, he dragged Bison's underwear up to his ankle before taking it off completely and throwing it away somewhere in the room. He watched the shorter man's exposed body with satisfaction. The hard member throbbing along his waistline, leaking precum.

"How do you do this?" Kant asked, his thumb tracing the veins on Bison's cock.

"You have fucked more than five people on this bed?" Bison asked, his hand landing on Kant's waist.

Kant sighed and put both his hands to either side of Bison's face. He nodded, not understanding why Bison felt the necessity to ask about it again.

"Then can I be the one to fuck you?" Bison asked, resulting in a surprising gasp and widened eyes from Kant.

Kant hadn't expected him to be so brave. Maybe he should have. The offer was tempting, a bit. He wouldn't deny since no one had ever done that but...

"You want to be special, huh?" Kant asked back, raising his eyebrow, trying to keep his cool demeanor. "Fine! You can but only if I'm satisfied enough with this round," he challenged the younger which resulted in a large clear smirk from the shorter.

Kant sat on Bison's thigh to stop him from moving while his hands roamed around the table next to the bed, looking for the bottle of lubricant and condoms he had hidden there. Finding the bottle, Kant squeezed a bit on his finger, setting a condom aside and pressing his finger against the shorter's entrance, only to find his finger sliding easier than expected. Kant furrowed his brows, surprised by how easily he could fit a second finger.

"Wha-" Kant paused. "Were you preparing yourself in the bathroom?" He watched Bison's smirk turn into a cheeky smile. "What a know-it-all! You've been planning it all along," he murmured, moving his fingers in and out. In no while, he could easily fit three fingers inside the loose entrance.

He was indeed frustrated with how easily he fell into the shorter boy's little trap. So he, on purpose, hit the sensitive spot inside a few times, wanting to make the man a moaning mess. After moaning a few times, Kant felt Bison's hand slap his legs. "Stop! Fucking hell!" He cursed as the fingers inside him continued torturing his prostate.

"What? Can't handle it?" Kant asked cheekily, finally taking his fingers out and tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the condom on his cock, positioning himself at the entrance.

Kant looked up at Bison who looked even more eager than him. "Go ahead," Bison murmured as Kant slowly began to push inside, making sure it wasn't too much for the shorter. A long moan escaped both of their lips as Kant felt it easier to slide in completely. Not even giving himself the time to adjust to the size, Bison bucked his hips forward, thrusting over on the cock himself.

"So impatient..." Kant claimed, beginning to move himself.

As the pace of the thrusts gradually increased, the small bed beneath them began creaking. With each powerful thrusts, the tip grazed against the shorter man's prostate, making him whimper and moan while the taller one moaned from the friction and warmth of the tightness surrounding him completely. The moans could clearly be heard from outside the room but the two obviously didn't care, especially knowing that no one outside would care either from those sounds.

With one last thrust, the shorter came untouched, his body trembling slightly under the taller's mercy. With only a few more thrusts, the taller released himself as well, shooting his seed into the plastic wrapped around him as he collapsed on top of the other. It was a miracle that the tattoo bed hadn't broken.

Staying like that for a few seconds while dealing with the aftermath of the orgasm, it took them a while to get back to reality. As Kant pulled out and sat up, forming a knot with the condom, he noticed Bison's curious eyes watching him. "So... have I won the second round?" He asked in a slight teasing tone.

While throwing the condom away, he looked back at Bison, a small smile evident on his face. "Well, if you come to get a tattoo again.., maybe."

To Be Continued.....

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A/n: Well, I tried to make this spicy. I apologize if it ends up being cringe. It's my first time writing a scene this explicit and I'm trying to improve.

Since the actual story includes BDSM, I don't know if I should try writing such as well.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, despite the horrible smut show. Please vote and comment if you did. It encourages me to continue. Thanks ❤️