Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Tattoos and Piercings

You know, if chan ever decides to get that tongue piercing- I love tattoos and piercings so chan with a tongue piercing will quite literally be the end for me. No help will be help enough.

A cute and fluffy chapter but ofc we can't ignore how horny chanlix are all the time

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Felix already had quite a few inked pieces all over his body- some small that went unnoticed, like the small flowers on his ear, the centres pierced with sterling silver gems. Or the fine line tattoo of a bouquet of hyacinths on the base of his neck that was always covered by his growing mullet- he really needed a haircut but Chan likes his hair long so that could wait.

Besides, he himself thought his silver mullet looked good on him.

But he also had larger pieces, like the simple mandala sun placed on the middle of his chest, barely the size of his clenched fist- Chan loved to kiss this one and trace the dotted lines that looped around the sun rays with his tongue.

It was always whenever he had his head resting on Felix's chest, drowsy with sleep, or when he was hovering above the younger with his dick pistoning into the silverhead with skilled thrusts.

However his personal favourite, well favourites, were the two dragons- one in red and the other black, that curled around his hips, their heads facing each other just under his ribs and their tails travelling all the way down either side of his thighs and stopping a few inches above his knees.

His most painful and biggest piece that required multiple sessions of being stabbed repeatedly.

Chan was with him for this one. He sat right next to Felix, holding his hand throughout the entire process whilst he himself got his wolf tattoo where his shoulder met his chest.

From afar the wolf simply looked like a very intricately drawn line with precision. Only up close would you be able to make out the ears, the curve of its neck and the flick of its tail.

The only 'simple' tattoo he had.

Unlike the younger, who kept his modifications as fine line tattoos, enjoying the effortless grace that came with one toned, thin lines, the older was the opposite, having very detailed engravings that belonged in an art gallery.

Or maybe it was Chan that made the art look so good.

But that could just be Felix being whipped.

His favourite on Chan had to be the compass that had Felix's date of birth in roman numerals replacing the cardinal directions, on the centre of his inner forearm, the rest of the sleeve tattoo taken up with delicate flowers and patterns.

When the younger asked Chan what the numbers meant, too amazed by the major essence of the tattoo to realise that it was his birthday inked, the older replied with a soft grin and a faint peck.

"A promise to always find you."

Whether Felix teared up at his words and refused to release Chan from his koala hold for the rest of the day was their business alone.

It was just past lunch when the older texted Felix saying he had a surprise for the younger.

Slightly excited (and worried because the last time his husband said that, he had his hands cuffed in front of him and his legs forced wide open and tied to the bed posts with a sex machine ruthlessly fucking him through multiple orgasms as he choked on Chan's dick. Birthday sex was good sex. But he did need to spend an entire day in bed after it. His legs would convulse every time he tried to extend them and it was embarrassing, especially when the older would force him to do exactly that just to watch him shake uncontrollably).