Ink Me Where it Hurts // L.S

He came in asking for kiss marks-
in the places he bruised easiest,
in the places no one else had earned.

Louis was just meant to ink him.
Not watch him tremble.
Not fall in love with the way he stayed soft through the pain.

But Harry kept coming back.
For the sting, for the praise,
for the hands that never took more than he gave.

And Louis?
He kept carving tenderness into skin-
because some love stories aren't whispered.
They're etched.

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Larry Fic Prompts #3959

"tattoo artist L
H comes in wanting to get kissy tattoos at the places he
enjoys most
then you're free to do whatever i think it's so fun"