The silence in the room began to stretch.
Mo's eyes bounced nervously around, this room was used mainly for tattoos which were in private places. Looking across the table at the man sitting in the armchair, Mo took a fortifying breath. He could do this, professionalism was essential.
"This design, was this for someone in particular?" He Tian spoke first, the man's voice was velvet.
"Me....I mean not that I ever would have, but it wasn't for anyone else." Mo Guan Shan wished with all of his might that he wouldn't blush, it went horribly with his razored red hair.
"So this is pretty personal for you then. If you tattoo this onto my body, its like you're doing it to your own....subconsciously. Interesting." The man's hand went up to his chin and a long index finger stroked his bottom lip in contemplation.
"Yes, it took me a long time to design." Professionalism, remember Momo!
"I don't want you to ever tell anyone about this tattoo. This will be our little secret." He Tian stood up, his height was intimidating now they were squashed inside this small room. He walked over to Mo Guan Shan and leaned against the brown leather table.
"Secret, why...." Before the words were out of his mouth he shut the fuck up, was he really just going to ask this guy why he wanted an old traditional triad tattoo on his entire back?
"I want to come in the evening when you're closed." He Tian's voice spoke over Mo's easily, like he was used to commanding obedience.
"I don't get paid for overtime..." He was dead, why wouldn't his mouth just shut up!
"Don't worry about that I will speak with Usalev." He Tian took a step closer to the embarrassed redhead, taking in the eyebrow piercing, pierced ears, the black polished nails, wide neck orange sweater and skin tight black jeans. Red converse high tops completed the ensemble. He Tian couldn't see a singe tattoo, but he would bet 2000 yuan that the kid had some somewhere. He was eager to find each and every one.
"Why me?" Mo clearly had problems with his current state of health.
"I will shower you with so much money, it will stop you asking so many questions." He Tian's tone was final.
Mo Guan Shan just nodded, he figured Da Wei Usalev wouldn't have let him near these guys unless it was okay.
"Do you have any other piercings?" He Tian's face was getting closer and closer to Mo's, his fascinated gaze roving all over the redhead's entire body.
"Umm, yes." Mo lost his breath when long fingers lifted up and gently traced his eyebrow piercing.
"Where?"
Mo stuck his tongue out, flashing the black stud there.
He Tian's hands were quick, before Mo had the chance to close his mouth, strong fingers reached down and stroked the stud nestled on his tongue.
"You surprise me Mo Guan Shan, you're not what I imagined." There was reluctant admiration in He Tian's tone. Like Mo had really surprised him.
"What did you imagine?" Mo had to admit to being wholly fascinated with the tall triad as well.
"Not this." He Tian almost laughed, the amusement in his tone was evident.
Mo Guan Shan's lips tugged into an answering smile, holy shit this guy was dangerous. Serious hottie alert. Mo coughed trying to get his professional demeanour back in place.
"Where do you want to start? Could you show me your back, so I can get an idea of your shape and musculature?" Mo nodded to the man, giving him the 'get your top off nod'.
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The Art of Ink
FanfictionMo Guan Shan had spent that last 3 years honing his tattooing skills, meeting the right artists, so he could land his dream job at 'The Art of Ink'. The location was great, customers were always coming through the doors because they were one of the...
