The Art of Ink

Chapter Eight - Enticement

He Tian could tell the gorgeous redhead was spooked. It was sudden this heat between them and if He Tian had his own way they would already be on that bench seeing if they could ignite for real. The fact that Mo Guan Shan had stopped them hadn't annoyed He Tian, he would never push someone if they said 'no'.

That didn't mean to say that He Tian wasn't going to tempt this kid with his every breath and action.

"I have a suggestion." He Tian stood not doing anything to hide the bulge in his suit trousers from the redhead. "You go ahead and get started on one ass cheek and we can talk while you start my phoenix outline." He Tian trusted this artist, he fell in love immediately when Qiu brought him the sketch. The back piece was amazing, so much thought and detail had gone into each pencil stroke, the shading, the colour...

"Umm." Mo was speechless. He had finished the sketch, it would be easy to move the artwork to transfer paper. It could be done quickly using the shop tattoo stencil printer. "Tonight?"

"Yeah. I know your design is beautiful, now I want your hands on me....you know for the tattoo." He Tian grinned at Mo Guan Shan's startled expression. The kid might be shocked, but he was looking more and more intrigued by the second. It seemed Mo was as obsessed with this tattoo as he was.

"Okay." Mo dashed off to get what he needed.

While the kid was gone He Tian started to strip his suit jacket off, hanging it on the hooks on the wall, next came his shirt and cufflinks, then his shoes, socks and trousers which he left folded on the chair. He figured he would let his body do the talking. Shrugging he pushed off his boxers and left them on top of his folded clothes.

He Tian reached inside of his jacket pocket and got out his phone, there were several people he needed to message. May as well kill two birds with one stone and do it while his tattoo was being done.

When the kid returned with his arms full he stuttered to a stop when he caught sight of He Tian completely NAKED, casually messing about on his phone. Tian looked up and smiled at Mo.

The kid about turned and ran out of the door.

He Tian burst out laughing, this was the most fun he'd had for years.

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Mo Guan Shan was having a meltdown. He had to get used to dealing with that big, perfect, edible, hard on worthy, muscled god in the private room. Seriously this was going to be hell on earth if he couldn't even handle seeing He Tian's body, never mind being in the same room as him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mo gathered his stuff together, his tattoo guns, needles, ink, medical soap, disposable razor, disinfectant wipes, transfer spray, everything he needed. The transfer paper was done, it looked great. Taking a deep fortifying breath Mo pushed his way into the room and tried to ignore the gangster who sat on the work bench and concentrated on setting up his gear. He tugged a metal wheeled trolley from one of the corners, and pulled it up to the left side of the bench and methodically placed everything on it. Usalev had taught him well.

"Come and lie down I need to prepare you." Mo quickly disinfected the bench and pulled his black latex gloves on.

"Why do those gloves make you look fucking hot....?" He Tian knew the sight he presented, he walked around to Mo's side, muscles shifting and moving underneath his perfect skin.

"Maybe because it makes you think of this sort of examination...?" Mo jokingly held up two fingers pressed together. With this guy Mo felt like all the normal communication barriers he put between himself and others just melted away. It was easy to talk to He Tian.