My Safe Person (X Drake x Hawkins)

{XII}

"Ow," Drake mewled quietly as the needle pierced his skin. 

The sight of ink now covering half of his chest managed to give him a dozen of mini heart attacks in the past few minutes. He was doing something different, something considered to be forbidden and bad ever since he could remember. And yet it felt as if with every move of the needle, every touch and every sting of pain, he was getting more and more free, his human side finally coming out. 

Long after the tattoo was done, he found himself drowning in the mattress of Hawkins' bed, the male himself straddling him; gaze skimming through Drake's bare chest, now covered with a plastic wrap. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" the blonde asked. 

"You have no idea." 

Hawkins couldn't help but smirk at the response, his hand coming up to caress the sharp collarbones of his partner's. He was so subtle, so refined in his every action, it was the most alluring asset he's ever seen in a person. 

Of course, Drake had no idea about that but Hawkins wasn't worried. He had a lot of time to show him love - whether to someone else or to his own self, both were very much needed. 

"Or w-wait, maybe you do-"

He leaned in, careful not to brush along the fresh tattoo on Drake's chest, and claimed his lips in a kiss that provided all the affection he carried in his heart, the adorable stutters swiftly cut off as Drake responded, a new-found layer of energy causing him to act much more daring that usually. 

He tangled his fingers in those golden hair - they really felt as soft as they looked.