Lirry Stayne One Shots

In My Skin

Liam and Harry are getting matching tattoos.

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The bell above the door gave a light jingle as Liam and Harry walked into the tattoo parlor, hands clutched together and swinging lightly back and forth as the boys walked.

The shop was rather empty, which was good - they didn't need anyone getting any pictures of them. They had on hats and sunglasses to try and hide themselves, but it was only a matter of time before they were spotted.

Liam squeezed Harry's hand harder instinctively upon hearing the faint buzzing of a tattoo needle drifting down the hallway.

"Shh, it's okay." Harry assured his boyfriend, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He was ecstatic that Liam wanted to get matching tattoos, but he couldn't ignore how frightened the older boy was.

Liam gave a shaky nod. "Yeah. I'm just...a bit jittery." He murmured.

Harry pulled Liam closer, letting him nuzzle his head into the curly haired boy's neck. "Don't worry. I know this guy really well. He's done all my other ones, and they've all come out great. Plus, he's already got the stencils prepped for us and everything." He murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Liam took a deep breath, letting his head rest against Harry's shoulder for a few more moments wordlessly.

He had just started to calm down, feeling peaceful in the circle of Harry's arms, when a voice suddenly echoed out from the back room. "Styles! Hey, mate, come on back!"

Harry winced, wishing the tattoo artist could have been a little more discreet about hiding the two boys. He quickly pulled Liam back to the back room, and Liam let himself melt into Harry as he was lead through the building. His stomach started to bubble with nerves as the door was pulled shut behind him.

"Do you want me to go first?" Harry murmured, lips brushing lightly against Liam's ear. The feeling sent shivers down his spine.

"N - no," Liam stammered. He wanted to get it out of the way. If Harry went first and showed any sign of pain, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to get the tattoo.

Liam sprawled out on the padded chair, holding out his left arm for the tattoo artist. The man said a few words to greet Liam before yanking his sleeve up, rolling it up his arm and prepping his skin - a stencil, some alcohol, some Vaseline - but Liam couldn't really keep track of what he was doing. He could hear some clicks as the needle was prepped, and suddenly the tattoo gun buzzed to life.

Harry grabbed Liam's free hand. "It's going to be okay." He assured him, brushing a light kiss across his knuckles.

The tattoo needle made contact with Liam's skin, and a whimper escaped his lips. It felt slightly painful, but at the same time, there was something intoxicating about it.

Liam watched the needle for a few moments, eyes tracing it as it slowly worked the design into his skin, millimeter by millimeter, following the stencil. He knew they would only be getting the outline of the small tattoo today, but it still took close to an hour.

Just as the artist was finishing up, Liam cast a glance over at Harry to see his green eyes locked on the tattoo, an aroused yet territorial look in his eyes. Liam wanted to ask why he looked like that, but he found the words lost in his throat as Harry's eyes moved up to his, still hungry and possessive as they sent shivers down Liam's spine.

As soon as the tattoo artist announced he was finished for today and removed the needle, Harry lurched forward and crushed his lips against Liam's, pulling the older boy's lip between his teeth in a ravenous kiss. A quiet moan escaped Liam's lips, one of both surprise and pleasure as Harry started to try and straddle his boyfriend in the chair.

The tattoo artist gave an uncomfortable cough. "C'mon guys, not here. Don't make me sanitize everything all over again."

Harry's lips froze, like he was debating whether or not to ignore the tattoo artist, and he finally pulled his lips back from Liam's with a reluctant sigh. "Sorry, mate. Got a little...carried away."

The tattoo artist shrugged. "It happens more than you'd think when people are getting matching couple tattoos. You know why," He said with a cheeky grin to Harry.

Liam frowned. "No, what do you mean?"

"You'll see when Harry's getting his done." The artist brushed off easily as Liam scooted out of the chair, letting Harry slide back in his place. He watched as the tattoo artist quickly cleaned everything before starting to prep Harry in the same way he'd prepped Liam, the familiar stencil marked in the same spot on Harry's arm.

Liam started to lean back in the chair, but Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed Liam's hand. The older boy gave him a confused glance. Harry loved getting tattoos, he wasn't scared; so why did he need to hold Liam's hand?

"We're doing this together, Li." Harry said, answering Liam's unasked question with a warm grin.

Liam nodded, his thumb stroking circles into the back of Harry's hand as the gun started to buzz, lowering slowly to Harry's skin. As soon as the needle was in contact with his flesh, the curly haired boy let his head fall back, lips parting as a quiet hiss escaped his lips. It sounded like it was almost turning him on - though, Liam wouldn't be surprised. The younger boy had gotten so many tattoos in such a short amount of time, he knew that Harry had to get some kind of intense pleasure from the feeling of getting the tattoo done.

Liam's eyes hovered over the needle, watching as the black ink made sharp contrast with the pale porcelain skin of Harry's arm, a permanent reminder of today, and suddenly Liam understood the look in Harry's eyes when he'd been the one getting tattooed. This mark was like a sign, telling the world that Harry belonged to Liam and no one else. Liam wasn't usually the territorial type, but he suddenly felt the urge to show the world Harry's tattoo. Every girl who cast a flirty glance at him, every magazine who published an article basically calling Harry a slut - he wanted everyone to see this tattoo and understand that Harry belonged to him, no one else, and it would be that way forever.