BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁹⁵⁰🥵🥵Tattoo x Aran

Requested. (This is quite a long story.)

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In a dimly lit tattoo parlor nestled between a pawnshop and a convenience store, Tattoo, the burly, heavily inked artist with a heart of gold, was meticulously shading a dragon that coiled around a young woman's thigh. His name wasn't just a nod to his craft but a declaration of his life's passion. His muscular arms flexed with each precise stroke of the needle, his eyes never leaving the canvas of her skin. The buzz of the tattoo machine was the only sound breaking the quiet, intimate rhythm of the session.

"So, what's your story?" the woman asked, wincing slightly as the needle dipped into her flesh.

Tattoo smirked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers in the mirror. "You first," he said, wiping away the excess ink with a wipe.

Her name was Lila, a regular in the parlor, but she wasn't there for herself today. She spoke of a friend, Aran, who was curious about the art of tattooing and the community that surrounded it. Aran, a man of few words and a mysterious air, had recently moved to town and was looking to make connections outside his usual circles. Lila had promised to introduce him to Tattoo, who was known not just for his skills with the needle but also for his knack for bringing people together.

SUMMARY^1: Tattoo, a muscular, tattooed artist, worked on a dragon tattoo for Lila in a secluded parlor. During the session, Lila mentioned her friend Aran, an enigmatic newcomer interested in tattoos and seeking new social connections. She promised to introduce Aran to Tattoo, known for both his artistry and community-building skills.

The bell above the door chimed, and a gust of cool evening air swept in. Tattoo's eyes lit up as he recognized the figure that stepped into the parlor. Aran was tall, with a lean, muscular frame, and hair the color of midnight. His gaze was intense, almost piercing, as he took in the room, finally landing on Tattoo. The tension in the air thickened, the energy between the two men palpable even from a distance.

"This is the place," Lila said, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves as she stepped aside, revealing the man she had been talking about. "Tattoo, meet Aran."

The moment their eyes met, Tattoo felt a jolt of something unexpected. It was as if Aran's gaze had reached into the deepest, most private corners of his soul and whispered secrets only he knew. Aran's eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips, as if he too felt the unspoken connection.

"Hi," Aran said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down Tattoo's spine. "I've been looking for someone to help me explore... certain interests."

Tattoo's heart skipped a beat. He knew that look, that tone. He had seen it before, in the eyes of those seeking something more than just ink. It was a look that hinted at the shadows of desire and the unspoken world of pain and pleasure that lay beneath the surface. Without a word, he gestured for Aran to follow him into the back room, where their story would begin to unfold in a symphony of needles, leather, and the sweet scent of adrenaline.

The room was a stark contrast to the vibrant parlor, with its walls lined with artwork. In the center stood a sturdy wooden chair, its leather cushions worn from countless hours of use. Restraints dangled from the arms and legs, whispering promises of submission and domination. Tattoo's eyes raked over Aran, noting the subtle flex of his muscles under his tight black shirt and the way his jeans hugged his hips. He knew the man was strong, capable of enduring much, and that thought sent a thrill through him.

"Take a seat," Tattoo instructed, his voice firm but gentle. Aran complied, his gaze never leaving Tattoo's as he sat down, the chair creaking beneath his weight. The tension in the room was like a living entity, pulsing with every beat of their hearts.