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"Take your shirt off," Val whispered, letting his teeth rake gently over soft skin as he spoke.

"Oh, yes...yes, alright," he said and pulled away a bit to fuss with his cuffs. He got the buttons undone and then opened his shirt, only revealing the clean white undershirt. There was one more moment of real hesitation and then Chris began to peel it off.

His arms from his wrist up to where the skin vanished into the undershirt sleeves were words. Words upon words as if they were there under his skin, the flesh delicately being torn away or even blown...all illusion done with shadow and light. His arms weren't enough to make out what the text was, really. But where sleeves were not an uncommon tattoo choice for the modern man...Chris's tattoos were a bit extreme. His whole torso was covered as well, and the ink disappeared beneath his waist band as well.

Curious, Val ran his finger over one of the lines of text.

"Huh. Well, that's unexpected," he admitted. "That's quite a bit of ink, doctor."

"Everyone has their hobbies," he said, bashfully looking down to see where Val's finger traced the art.

"Mmm, well- I like it," he decided. "It's sexy. ...It suits you somehow."

"I find it comforting, having the words with me at all times," he admitted, really quite heartened by the compliment. It was something so personal, so private- it would have been devastating if Val had shunned him for it. But instead Chris found himself smiling and moving in close to press his bare chest against Val's as he kissed him again.

Val simply smiled, letting his hands roam a bit more, now that Chris seemed more relaxed.

"Are there any more secrets lurking beneath your clothes?" he asked.

"No," he chuckled softly. "Just more of the same. I have my thish slated for my next piece, but they're a commitment- time and money. It will be some time yet before I can sit for it," he explained.

"Oh? Well, I've got a few surprises you've not reached yet," Val grinned, gently catching Chris' hands and guiding them to his trousers.

"Oh!" he gasped resisting just a little before he realized what was happening. Once he did he softened his hands and gladly touched Val. The man was so arousing, so compelling, it was difficult worrying about his anxiety when it seemed there was just no place for it here. Chris was almost certain he couldn't make a mistake. Nothing Val wouldn't forgive.

"Oh...well, yes. Like this then?" he asked and gently pulled his hands away so he could undo Val's fly and then slip a hand inside.

Val grinned, nodding, and then watching Chris' face- Waiting for the moment the man discovered his piercing.

His fingertips found it first and that made him pause, then look. He was curious, and then curiouser as he saw what it was.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, thinking nothing of such a question when he himself had say for dozens of hours under a tattoo needle.

"It did- But it was worth it. ...It feels good now," Val smirked.

Chris traced the shape of the metal with his thumb, then began to stoke Val, long and slow.

"It feels good now," he repeated, doing his best to make sure Val felt very good indeed.

Val moaned, the sound deep and guttural as he bucked into the touch.

"Very good... So good."

One hand stroking, the other around to hold the small of his back, and then Chris was seeking the taste of him again, licking Val's neck and catching for his mouth. His own cock jumped and twitched behind his fly and he was more eager to get naked than he was anxious about it. In fact, for the moment he didn't feel anxious at all.

Val gasped softly, letting out a whimper of pleasure as his own fingers wandered, moving to open Chris' trousers as well- Eager to return the favour.

Chris's trousers fell, his pants getting hung up for a moment at his knees before he kicked them down as well.

"Bed?" he suggested, eager to feel how plush Val's bed was since it looked so sinfully decadent.

"Oh, definitely," Val grinned, pulling Chris along towards the Gothic looking, four post bed.

The moment they hit the bed Chris grew bold. He held Val down with one hand and stroked him with the other. His whole body moved against him, rutting and grinding as he worked to get closer.

"Can I go down on you? With that? I don't know a thing about piercings, really, but it stands to reason that I could..."

"You can, of course. Mind your teeth though," he purred, his hips lifting in anticipation.

"Mind my teeth," he mumbled, sounding equal parts amused and annoyed by the warning. Chris made himself quite comfortable, pushing around blankets and pillows, then settling in on top of Val to kiss him. He'd had every intention of diving in before nerves could take hold but then he'd looked down and really saw the naked man beneath him and he was so taken. He paused to kiss him, to nuzzle the softness of his hair, then kiss again where he was bruised.

"You have me quite curious as to what you've gotten up to to be so bruised," he said, leaving the question to hang if Val didn't want to answer to his activities.

"I'm clumsy," Val gasped, raking his fingers through Chris' hair as he spoke. "Prone to tumbles and bumps."

Lies. Pure lies. Val moved with the grace of a wolf.

That made him laugh softly.

"Lie if you must," he teased, then took Val's cock in hand so he could hold it rigid. The method to his madness was of course so he was coordinated enough to do a bit of exploring with the tip of his tongue. The scent of the man was rich, musky and intoxicating. Chris was sure he didn't smell half as...virile. One breath and he wanted to swallow him whole just to hear him moan.

"Mmrrr- Don't tease, love. Don't tease..." he murmured, giving the man's head a little nudge, eager for it.