“You’re back, princess?” "He grinned, patting the seat of the chair next to him in the tattoo parlor." “What’re you gettin’ today, sweetheart? Thought last time ya’d have enough of me,” "He grinned with that sleazy smile."

"He raises an eyebrow in surprise, not used to hearing her speak Portuguese." "Easy there princess, no need to be so feisty. You know flattery will get you everywhere with me." "He runs a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair." "Back piece, huh? That's a big job. Gonna cost you...but for you I'll do it for half price. What did you have in mind, darling?" "His sleazy smile returns, teeth flashing white." "Let old Toji work his magic on you again yeah? I'll be gentle, I promise."

"His eyes flick down as she laughs, catching a glimpse of skin before returning to her face." "Feisty and tough, I like it. You can strip down now if you want, princess, I don't mind the show." "He winks, pulling out his sketchbook." "Let me see...you into flowers? Dragons? Or maybe my name across your back..." "he trails off with a smirk." "Nah I'm kidding, don't hit me. Now, what's your poison? I'll get you all inked up real good before the night is over." "He leans back in his chair, waiting for her choice as his eyes linger on her bare skin." "Take your time choosing sweetheart, I'm enjoying the view."

"Toji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nearly choking on his laughter." "Well well, isn't this fascinating." "His eyes roam unashamedly over Yan's muscular frame, taking in every inch." "Damn princess, you fill out a shirt nice for a guy. Can't say I'm disappointed though." "Licking his lips slowly, he looks Yan in the eye with a wicked grin." "A mandala huh? Ambitious. I like it."

<Flipping through his sketches, Toji finds the perfect design. Swirling patterns and geometric shapes flow across the page, detailed yet leaving room for interpretation.>

"How's this one strike you? I can make it pop against that skin of yours, something real eye catching. Bet all the ladies will be jealous!" "He winks." "Alright

"Toji's breath catches at the sight of Yan stretched out before him, muscles flexing as he gets comfortable. Licking his lips, he wheels his cart over and prepares his equipment with practiced hands."

"Damn you're gonna be gorgeous when I'm done with you." "His voice is low, eyes roaming hungrily over Yan's back." "This design wraps around just right, gonna cover everything from your neck down. Hope you brought your tolerance princess, cause you're mine for however long it takes."

"Rolling up his sleeves, Toji slathers Yan's skin with sterile gel before tracing the first lines of the mandala with practiced precision. The buzz of the needle starting up, he leans in close." "You let me know if you need a break yeah? I wanna see you writhing under

"Oho, ticklish are we?" "Toji chuckles, his breath warm against Yan's skin." "Alright tough guy, no 'princess' then. What do you prefer, sweetheart? Darling? Or maybe you'd like it when I call you mine, hm?"

<The buzzing of the needle grows louder as Toji works, tracing the intricate lines of the mandala across Yan's flesh. His touch is light yet sure, years of experience allowing him to work quickly yet precisely.>

"Relax that tight back muscle for me, you're gonna make it harder than it needs to be. I know this hurts like a bitch but you're doing great. I'll be gentle, I promise...unless you ask me not to, of course."

*Leaning in to blow softly over a

"Fair enough Yan," "Toji murmurs, enjoying the way the name rolls off his tongue. He continues working in silence for a while, save for the rhythmic buzzing of the needle."

"You know, for a big tough guy you sure do have nice skin. Real smooth, ink takes to it beautiful." "His hands glide confidently over Yan's flesh as he works, effortlessly shading and detailing the complex patterns."

"There, think that about does the back piece. Wanna take a look?" "Setting his equipment aside, Toji grabs a mirror so Yan can see." "Whaddya think, looks damn good if I do say so myself."

"Wiping Yan's skin clean, he runs his fingers along the finished edges almost tenderly." "I'm almost sad to be done!

"An imbecil huh?" "Toji chuckles, unoffended." "Well I never claimed to be anything else."

He steps back to admire his handiwork, warmth stirring in his chest at Yan's approving inspection. "Glad you like it man, taking pride in my work is the only thing that stops me from being a complete fuckup."

Fixing Yan with a lopsided smile, he begins cleaning up his station. "So, same time next week to touch it up? I'm always around if you decide you need more ink."

Sliding on his jacket, Toji rests a hand lightly on Yan's freshly tattooed shoulder. "It was good doing business with you. See you around..." <*His eyes flick down appreciatively before meeting Yan's gaze once more, a smile still

"For you my friend, let's call it...three hundred?" "Toji replies, his usual smirk softening to something almost resembling a smile."

Taking the money from Yan, their fingers brush briefly and Toji feels a spark of something unnamed pass between them. Clearing his throat, he busies himself counting out Yan's change.

"Same time next week then. I'll even throw in a discount for round two if you're a good boy and take care of that ink." "His eyes gleam with their usual teasing mischief."

Handing back Yan's receipt and leftover cash, Toji leans against the counter expectantly. "You need help redressing those bandages when you get home? I'm always happy to lend a hand..."

*His gaze drops meaningfully to Yan's muscular arms

"You got it." "Toji takes Yan's phone, inputting his number with a practiced flick of his thumbs."

"There, now you've got no excuse not to call me if you need anything." "He hands the phone back, fingers brushing Yan's palm once more."

"I mean it, for any reason. Even if you just wanna grab a beer..." "His voice trails off suggestively."

Walking Yan to the door of the empty shop, Toji leans against the frame. "Take care of yourself handsome. I'll be seeing you real soon."

"His eyes smolder as they linger on Yan's body one last time. With obvious reluctance, Toji gives a lazy two-fingered salute and turns back inside, the click of the lock loud in the growing dusk."

From the back room, Toji hears the chime of the shop bell and Yan's familiar voice calling out.

"Back here!" He yells, hastily capping his inks. Emerging to greet his guest, Toji's eyes widen fractionally at the tempting sight before him.

"Well hey there good lookin'." "His gravelly tones come out rougher than intended." Drinking in the tempting expanse of skin on display, Toji struggles to keep his composure.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll just sterilize up and we can get started." "Buying himself a moment, he busies himself with equipment prep."

Steadying himself, Toji saunters over to where Yan reclines. "So lets see how she's healing up yeah?" *G

Toji whistles low, impressed, as Yan reveals his handiwork displayed across rippling muscles.

"Looking good man, nice and clear." "His clinical detachment slips slightly as fingers linger to examine the lines."

Chuckling darkly at Yan's story, Toji shakes his head ruefully. "Yeah some people just can't handle what they don't understand. Their loss though right?"

"Leaning in to snag supplies, Toji's plump lips brush Yan's ear." "I think you look like a damn fine criminal from where I'm sitting."

Straightening, he dons gloves and preps ink. "Alright big guy, try to relax those shoulders for me. Won't take long and then we're done."

*Calloused hands smooth over

"Hmm strange feeling." "Toji mumbles around the needle in his mouth, focusing on neat even strokes."

"Relax, I'm sure it'll come to you." "Pausing to wipe away excess ink, he glances up at Yan with a lopsided grin."

"Unless...could it be you're feeling something for lil ol' me?" "His tone is light but dark eyes gleam teasingly."

"I know I'm quite the sight to take in, it's only natural." "Smirking, Toji leans in to peer at his handiwork, breath ghosting along Yan's spine raising goosebumps."

"All done. Wanna take a look?" *He nods to the mirror, fingers lingered on warm skin a moment longer than necessary

Toji barks out a loud laugh at Yan's response, deep and genuine.

"You know it stud." "He winks, clearing away his station with practiced efficiency."

"Glad you like it man, that's some nice ink." "Toji perches on the edge of his table, crossing thick arms as he quotes the price."

Watching Yan retrieve his wallet, Toji's eyes rake slowly up sculpted thighs and torso, lingering appreciatively.

"I take cards or..." "Leaning in conspiratorially his voice drops an octave," "I'm sure we could work out a...more alternative arrangement if cash is tight."

"Lips twitching with barely contained mirth, he waits expectantly to see how Yan will respond to his blatant efforts."

Toji pockets the bills with a wink. "My kinda guy, coming prepared."

Slowly counting out Yan's change, he takes his time dragging dark eyes down the newly exposed lines of his torso.

"Well now, is that an offer for some after hours fun I hear?" "Long fingers fist casually at his sides, nails biting crescent moons into palms."

"As it happens, I just finished up here." "Tossing Yan's wallet back, a roguish grin spreads slow across Toji's lips."

"How do you feel about grabbing a drink? I know a real local spot, low key, they know better than to cause a fuss."

"Rising in one swift movement, he stretches casually, shirt riding up sculpted abs." "Whaddya say big guy,

"Now that's what I like to hear." "Toji guffaws, locking up the shop with a lazy flick of his wrist."

Sauntering out he finds Yan waiting, taking a moment to admire the view before draping a companionable arm over broad shoulders.*

“Let’s go then pretty boy, I’ll show you how we party down here.”

"Guiding Yan down shadowed streets with an ease of familiarity, Toji can’t help skimming soothing palms over hard muscle whenever the opportunity arises."

Soon a lively bar comes into view, spilling laughter and music onto the sidewalk.* “Drinks are on me tonight darlin’, let’s get you good and proper drowned.”

*Shoving the door wide, Toji sweeps Yan inside with a rogu

"No shit pretty boy, I think you've had your fill!" "Toji cackles, slinging a heavy arm around Yan's broad shoulders to keep him upright."

"C'mon tough guy, I better get you home before you do something real stupid." "Half carrying the inebriated man, Toji nods thanks to the bartender and steers them towards the exit."

The chill night air does little to clear either man's hazy mind. Leaning against a filthy alley wall for support, Toji finds himself face to flushed face with Yan, breathing in the intoxicating mingling of their scents.

""You're fucking gorgeous when you're smashed, you know that?""

Yielding to the pulls of liquor-loosened inhibitions, Toji closes the tiny gap between them,

Toji draws back with a ragged sigh, resting his forehead against Yan's as they both catch their breath.

"Easy there big boy, let's get you home and in bed before this goes any further."

His words come out more gently than intended. Steadying Yan with an arm around his waist, Toji starts them shuffling down the alley.

"Which way am I taking you, princess? My place ain't far if you don't wanna travel."

A smile plays at the edges of Toji's mouth, equal parts fondness and something deeper slowly surfacing through the haze. But for now, seeing Yan safely tucked away is his priority.

Whatever follows can wait until sober minds prevail once more.

Toji freezes momentarily, caught off guard by Yan's bold move. But it only takes an instant for his natural instincts to surge forward, overpowering any lingering doubts.

He kisses back deeply, swallowing Yan's moans as strong hands find purchase on narrow hips. The rough contact of brick at his back only serves to heighten sensation.

When they finally part for air, Toji holds Yan's drunken gaze with darkened eyes. ""Fucking told you, you'd do something stupid,"" he growls, a roguish smirk curving his lips.

In one fluid motion Toji hoists Yan up, gaining a breathy gasp as their bodies align from chest to knees. ""Hold on tight pretty boy, my place is closer.""

With Yan wrapped secure in his embrace

Toji curses thickly as Yan's desperate ministrations leave him clutching for control. By the time they reach his front door, both men are shaking with unbridled need.

In a clumsy fumble of keys, Toji forces the lock and barrels inside, pinning Yan against the shut door in a bruising kiss. His big hands rove everywhere, learning every plane and curve through layers of constricting fabric.

Lifting Yan once more, Toji carries him with long strides towards the bedroom. Along the way, clothes are hastily discarded, mouths and hands reacquainting with newly revealed skin.

Finally reaching the bed in a tangle of limbs, Toji breaks their kiss to stare down at Yan, eyes roving hungrily over his pleasure-wrought form.

*"Gods

Toji allows a smug grin at Yan's words, his ego surely swelling under such obvious admiration. Leaning down, he runs his large hands over Yan's lithe frame, savoring the contrast between their bodies.

""You ain't so bad yourself, pretty boy,"" he rumbles, nipping gently at a coral nipple. Yan gasps, back arching into the contact as his fingers dig into Toji's thick biceps.

Seeing how easily Yan falls apart under his touch stokes Toji's desire higher. He slides down the taut muscles of Yan's abdomen, licking a hot stripe to the waist of his jeans.

Yellow eyes flick up to gauge Yan's reaction as Toji deftly undoes the button with his teeth. *"Just relax and let me take care of you

Toji grins wickedly up at Yan, arousal pooling heavy as he watches pink lips part on a raw whimper.

Yanking down zipper and denim in one fluid motion, Toji tongues along the jut of Yan's hip bones before closing generous lips around the head of his leaking erection. He takes him deep, hallowing broad cheeks to swallow Yan to the ginger root.

Strong hands pin slender thighs as Toji bobs his head in a maddening rhythm, twisting his tongue in all the right ways. He gazes up through thick lashes, lustfully watching each blissful reaction play out across Yan's handsome face.

When Yan reaches to still him with a plea, Toji only redoubles his efforts, determined to push the other man over the edge. He hollows further,

Toji slowly rises up Yan's quivering form, tracing open-mouthed kisses along twitching muscles as the other man comes undone beneath him. He reaches the flushed face, catching the drool with his tongue before claiming Yan's lips in a searing kiss.

Their erections rub together trapped between sweat-slicked bellies. Toji rolls his hips, seeking friction. ""You taste fucking amazing,"" he growls against Yan's mouth, biting gently at a swollen bottom lip.

Reaching between them, Toji takes them both in a large fist, pumping with sure, steady strokes. His other hand pins Yan's wrists above his head as their kiss deepens into something wild and desperate.

Toji presses closer, overwhelming Yan with his sheer size and strength. But underneath the gruff exterior lies

Toji smirks at Yan's helpless mewling, working them both relentlessly in his fist. His yellow eyes shine with feral intent, hungry to rip Yan apart with sensation.

The barbarous slap of flesh on flesh rings out, mingling with Yan's deliciously lewd cries. Toji holds his smoldering gaze, drinking in every flutter of pale lashes and twitch of plush lips.

He leans down to draw one dusty pink nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly in counterpoint to the vicious snapping of his hips. Yan keens, back arching helplessly off the sheets at each new assault on his senses.

When Toji feels Yan's erection begin to pulse and swell impossibly harder, he only speeds his punishing rhythm. "That's it, come for me

Toji grunts deeply as Yan pulses hotly over his knuckles, his own release slammed from him by the exquisite flexion of slender muscles. He pumps them both through the waves of rapture, drawing it out relentlessly until they've wrung every drop of pure bliss.

Collapsing heavily upon Yan, Toji peppers soft kisses across damp brows and temples. Their heartbeats gradually slow, chests heaving as lungs strive to replenish depleted oxygen.

A pang of tenderness nudges amid the afterglow, though Toji shows it not. Rolling to lay beside Yan, he draws the limp body against his side and presses absent kisses to pale hair.

His arms wind protectively as the smaller man settles into place. Only then does Toji allow an unusually gentle smile, content

Toji arches a brow at Yan's sudden movement, eyes dragging hungrily over the lithe form now straddling him. He digs in his bedside table to produce a bottle of lube, tossing it within Yan's reach.

"Eager for more already, princess?" he rumbles, grinding upward to emphasize his returning interest. Big hands come to rest on slender hips, large enough to fully encompass. Calloused thumbs rub soothing circles over jutting bones.

Leaning back on elbows, Toji looks up at Yan through hooded eyes, waiting expectantly to see what the smaller man has in store. His Adam's apple bobs in a swallow, pulse quickening at all the delicious possibilities unfolding above him.

Toji hisses in a sharp breath as Yan lowers himself onto his lap, baring that plush rear so invitingly. His hands slide up over quivering thighs to grab two firm mounds of flesh, massaging roughly.

The noise Yan makes as he works himself open spears straight to Toji's cock, which swells impossibly harder against the crease of that perfect ass. He watches, utterly enthralled, as one slippery digit disappears inside that tight heat then another.

"Fuck, you're killing me," Toji growls through gritted teeth, every muscle coiled taut. His fingers dig sharply into tender skin as Yan fucks himself on his own hand, letting fly obscene pants and moans directly into Toji's ear.

The primitive sounds Yan elicits stoke Toji's lust

Toji groans loudly as Yan sinks down onto him, the wet heat of his body clenching tightly around Toji's cock. He grasps at Yan's hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, as he begins to piston upward with violent thrusts.

Their combined cries and grunts fill the room as they fuck with wild abandon. Sweat slicks their bodies, muscles straining, as they rock together in a frenzied rhythm. The air is heady with the scent of sex, the only sounds the wet slap of skin on skin and their ragged breathing.

Toji's head falls back onto the pillow, eyes screwed shut as pleasure overtakes his senses. His hips rise to meet each downward stroke of Yan's smaller frame, every motion pushing him closer to the edge.

Toji's eyes snap open in surprise at Yan's request. His fingers tighten instinctively on Yan's neck, but only enough to assert his dominance, not to actually harm him.

He smirks up at Yan, baring his teeth in a feral grin, and squeezes just a little tighter. The added pressure sends a shock of pleasure through Yan's body, causing him to clench around Toji even harder.

"You're such a fucking slut," Toji growls, his voice rough with desire. "You love it when I take control, don't you? You're mine, Yan." His grasp eases, loosening his hold on Yan's throat, allowing the younger man to breathe again.

Their hips continue to move in unison as they both get closer to the edge, each thrust bringing them perilously close to orgasm.

Toji's eyes roll back in his head as Yan tightens his grip around his neck, simultaneously squeezing his own cock harder. The added sensation sends Toji hurtling over the edge, his hips pumping furiously as he grunts out Yan's name.

His fingers dig into Yan's flesh almost painfully as he comes, his own orgasm triggering Yan's release as well. They pant and moan together, their bodies still moving in sync as they ride out the waves of pleasure.

Finally spent, they collapse in a heap of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Toji grins up at Yan, the earlier tension between them completely forgotten.

"Fuck, Yan," he says, chuckling low in his throat. "You're something else."

Toji chuckles, his hands running up and down Yan's back in a soothing motion. "Sure thing, princess," he says, grinning at the smaller man. "I can take care of you."

Carefully, he rolls them both onto their sides, one of his arms draped protectively over Yan's waist as he uses the other to grab a nearby towel. With practiced ease, he cleans them both up, making sure to be gentle with Yan's tender flesh.

Once they're both clean, he pulls Yan back into his arms, spooning behind him as they both catch their breath. "Feeling better now, sweetheart?" he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into Yan's hair.

Toji chuckles at Yan's words, feeling his own arousal stir once again. Without hesitation, he begins kissing along Yan's neck, his hands roaming greedily over the younger man's body.

"Fuck, Yan," he growls, pressing his hardness against the smaller man's backside. "You're insatiable. But you know I can't resist you." With that, he rolls Yan onto his back, looming over him like a predator over its prey.

Carefully, he positions himself between Yan's legs, his eyes locked onto the younger man's. Slowly, he enters him once again, taking his time this time, savoring every inch of Yan's tightness as he claims him once more.

Toji groans loudly as Yan pulls him down for a kiss, the younger man's enthusiasm only serving to stoke his own flames. His hips buck urgently against Yan's, thrusting deeper and harder into him with each movement.

The sound of their flesh slapping together fills the room, along with their equally passionate moans and gasps. Toji buries his face in Yan's neck, biting at the delicate skin as he continues driving himself into the other man. He knows he won't last much longer – neither will Yan, judging by the tightness of his grip on Toji's shoulders.

"You're going to make me come again," he warns, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I don't think either of us can handle that." But from the

Toji grunts as Yan's nails dig into his skin, the pain only adding to the intense pleasure he's feeling. He bears down harder on the younger man, driving himself deeper into Yan's core with each thrust.

Their bodies move as one, a symphony of passion and desire, neither able to stop themselves as they chase their mutual release. Toji feels his own climax building inside him, the pressure so intense that he can barely even think.

"Come on, princess," he hisses between clenched teeth. "Cum for me. Give it to me, Yan." With that, he plunges himself into Yan one last time, the force of his movements causing the smaller man to scream out in ecstasy as he reaches his peak.

Toji follows soon after, the two of them coming together in a mind-blowing explosion of sensation. They collapse

Toji grunts as Yan bites down on his shoulder, the pain only serving to heighten his pleasure as he releases himself inside the younger man. He continues to thrust into Yan, even as his own orgasm subsides, enjoying the tightness and heat of the other man's body.

As he finally pulls out of Yan, he collapses exhaustedly beside him, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He reaches out to stroke Yan's hair, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You okay there, princess?" he teases, though there's a note of concern in his voice. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

Toji chuckles at Yan's words, feeling his own pleasure slowly fading away. He nods in agreement at the suggestion of a shower, the stickiness of sweat and bodily fluids starting to become uncomfortable.

"Sounds like a good idea, sweetheart," he says, sitting up and stretching his muscles as he stands from the bed. He holds out a hand to Yan, gesturing for him to join him in the bathroom. "I could use some cleaning up too."

Once they're in the bathroom, Toji starts running the water, adjusting the temperature until it's the perfect level. He looks over at Yan, admiring the way the other man's skin shines in the soft light of the room.

"You know, I could get used to this," he teases, winking at Yan. "Maybe we'll have to make it a regular thing, hmm?"

Toji grins at Yan's question, leaning against the shower wall as he watches him. He can't help but admire the other man's features, even now when he's looking weak and vulnerable.

"Well, that all depends on you, princess," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "I'm not normally one for commitment, if you know what I mean. But maybe I could make an exception for someone as special as you."

He reaches out to run a hand through Yan's hair, his gaze intense as he studies him. "What do you say? Want to take a chance on me?"