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Nicholas checks his phone no less than five times before walking into the studio.
It’s not like there’s any other tattoo shops on this block— he’s just paranoid that he’ll get it wrong. Most places are closed by now. He doesn’t want to trespass. Hell, this place is closed— maybe Yuma sent him here specifically to get trespassed. Nicholas really can’t afford another ding on his record. His new year’s resolution is to get arrested less.
The bell on the door clanks as he enters, shoes squeaking on the shiny wood floor.
“Be right up!” a voice calls from the depths of the building.
Nicholas gives an awkward half-wave that no one sees. He’s handling this really, really well.
He fills his cheeks with air, slowly letting it out as he looks around. It’s less harsh than most tattoo studios Nicholas has been in, but, to be fair, many of his tattoos were done in the middle of the night while he was one too many drinks in. Those shady places down by the shoreline with bright, fluorescent lights and horrible vibes. (He’s not a perfect person.)
This studio is warm. There’s soft, yellow light emanating out of a collection of vintage-looking lamps scattered around. Jewel-toned rugs and comfortable furniture. The ceiling is fucking coffered and paneled— it’s artistic.
Anxiety settles low in Nicholas’s stomach, simmering hot and pathetic. He’s nearly twenty-four years old, he really shouldn’t be so afraid of getting pierced that he has to make special arrangements. But— here he is. His mother always told him to use his connections to his advantage. She probably didn’t mean like this, but, alas.
Nicholas has wanted his bellybutton done for years. Since he was sixteen, and his friend tried to do it for him on his bedroom floor. Despite the health and safety concerns of that particular situation, it was the first and last time Nicholas attempted to get anything other than his ears pierced, because he realized how fucking horrified he is of the feeling of a needle puncturing clean through his skin.
He was really drunk last week, though, and complaining to Yuma about wanting to get it done before summer, because he’s pretty sure cropped shirts are going to be back in a big way next season, but being too scared to freak the fuck out in front of a billion people at a piercing studio— and Yuma said, “I have a friend that could get you in after hours so no one is there. He’s good, I promise.”
By the morning, Nicholas had forgotten about it, but he had a text from Yuma with a time, date, and address. A link to a website for a studio with one listed piercer, Byun Euijoo.
So, here Nicholas is, with marginally less anxiety than he would have if there were other people in the shop, fighting the urge to flee.
“So, you’re my patient with stage fright.”
Nicholas spins around, releasing the remaining air from his cheeks, lips falling into a little o.
A tall man with shaggy brown hair walks toward him down the main aisle of the shop. He’s smiling, wiping his hands on a towel. He’s striking. The type of handsome that hits Nicholas directly in the center of his chest, leaving him stupid and winded. The smile alone is enough to kill— not to mention the big eyes, and long legs, and— this man walked straight out of Nicholas’s wet dreams, honestly. It’s kind of stupid.
It takes Nicholas’s brain a second to catch up. Input the hot guy data, computer booting up, output the charm (hopefully).
“Patient?” Nicholas asks, cocking his eyebrow.
“Victim,” the guy says, like he’s correcting himself. Nicholas can’t help the smile that worms its way onto his face. The man tosses his towel into a bucket next to the front desk, sticking his hand out in Nicholas’s direction, teeth catching his bottom lip as his smile widens. “Hi, I’m Euijoo,” he says.
Nicholas takes his hand, making sure to shake properly. Euijoo’s hands are solid and warm. Smooth. He’s working with them all day, Nicholas figures. “Nicholas,” he replies after a beat too long. He swears he can see a spark in Euijoo’s eye (or maybe he’s just hallucinating).
“You can come on back,” Euijoo nods towards the main studio space, turning to head back.
He looks over his shoulder as he walks, eyes dragging down Nicholas’s arms— both of them completely tattooed. Nicholas can feel gooseflesh rising in his wake, a shiver rolling over his skin.
“You don’t look like the type to be scared of a needle,” Euijoo muses. He turns into an enclave off the back of the studio, a little more private than the rest of the space. There’s a big, reclining vinyl chair in the center of the makeshift room. “All yours,” Euijoo pats the seat.
Nicholas swallows. Nods. He hops onto the chair, scooting back so he’s not slouching. “It’s not the needle, necessarily. It's the… puncturing?” he squeezes one eye shut after the word leaves his mouth. His charm output is clearly lacking tonight.
Euijoo hums, dropping into a stool. He rolls over to get his tools set up, looking up through his lashes at Nicholas. “The penetration,” he says seriously. Nicholas stares at him for a second, unsure of what to make of it. Euijoo breaks first, mouth tugging up at the corner.
“Yeah,” Nicholas rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He can feel a blush crawling up the back of his neck. “I’m really nervous for you to penetrate me for the first time.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Euijoo breaks into a full grin, rolling back to Nicholas’s side, snapping on a pair of latex gloves one after another. Nicholas’s stomach swoops. Euijoo tugs at the hem of Nicholas’s t-shirt. “Take your shirt off for me. Just the navel today, right?”
“Mhm.” Nicholas nods dumbly, sitting up enough to pull off his shirt. When he leans back, Euijoo lowers the chair, laying him down almost flat.
He almost chokes when Euijoo stands up, hovering over him, all wide-shoulders and surveying eyes. He studies Nicholas’s torso much longer than necessary, gaze dark and intense. If Nicholas didn’t know better, he’d say Euijoo is checking him out.
Euijoo makes a soft noise of approval, pinching the skin right above Nicholas’s bellybutton. He flicks his eyes up. “Sure I can’t interest you in a nipple? Or two?”
A wild laugh leaves Nicholas’s throat. Maybe he doesn’t know better. Maybe Euijoo doesn’t, either. Nicholas huffs, ignoring the wild thump of his heart in his chest. “I might actually die if I let you touch my nipples tonight.”
That earns him a deep, genuine laugh. “Likewise,” Euijoo says easily. He doesn’t dwell, moving on right away, leaving Nicholas’s head spinning in his wake. “Navel it is.” He lifts his hand off Nicholas’s skin, sitting back down and reaching up to click on a brighter light, tilting it away from Nicholas’s face.
He focuses as he gets to sterilizing Nicholas’s skin. Nicholas hisses when the cold alcohol wipe touches him. Euijoo laughs softly. Apologizes gently.
Nicholas tries not to stare. He gives up on trying not to stare immediately. Euijoo is literally doing a procedure on him, he should be allowed to stare. Euijoo has such dark eyelashes— his hands are steady— his lips push out slightly when he’s focused.
“You don’t have any piercings at all?” Nicholas asks. It’s hard not to notice something like that in a place like this. Euijoo doesn’t even have any tattoos.
Euijoo glances up, swallowing back a laugh. “I have one.”
“Oh.” Nicholas blinks. He skims over what he can see of Euijoo’s body again. There’s nothing visible. His shirt is tight enough that Nicholas would see the bars in his nipples if he had them. “Wh—”
“Are you looking for something sparkly? Or just plain silver?” Euijoo talks over him, reaching under the chair for a tray. He holds it up for Nicholas to peruse— jewelry twinkling under the lights. “I don’t have too much for starters on this one, but, you can change it out once it’s healed.”
Nicholas doesn’t think too hard. He might throw up if he thinks too hard about it. He grabs a simple piece with a clear gem on one end. “Sparkly,” he says.
Euijoo nods, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I figured.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It suits you,” Euijoo says casually. He sets the jewelry down after sterilizing it, picking up a marker and flicking the cap off with his thumb. “Pretty.” He immediately focuses in again, pressing around on Nicholas’s stomach until he’s satisfied, marking the placement for the piercing.
Nicholas doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until Euijoo moves away, breath shuddering out of his fingers sliding against the smooth surface of the seat.
Euijoo glances at him with a little smirk. “Doing okay?”
“Mhm,” Nicholas lies. “All good.”
“Good.” Euijoo doesn’t show any sign of not believing him, but when he returns with the clamp and needle, he reaches for Nicholas’s chin, using one curled finger to lift his head. He meets Nicholas’s eye. “Don’t watch. Just look at me. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Nicholas exhales shakily. He’s stuck somewhere between dread and arousal. The severe whiplash of flirtation and anxiety. If his heart wasn’t working overtime to occupy all his blood, he might pop a boner, honestly.
Euijoo narrows his eyes a little bit, finger still resting under Nicholas’s chin. “I’ll take care of you, alright? But it’ll be a lot easier if you sit well.” When he removes his hand, Nicholas nearly bends forward with it, trying to follow the touch. Euijoo looks like he knows. “You can be good, can’t you?”
Nicholas nods wordlessly, afraid that he won’t be able to form anything more than a jumble of sounds otherwise.
“Yes or no, Nicho?” Euijoo asks bluntly, looking down as he works. Nicholas’s eyes flick down when Euijoo clamps his skin, only for Euijoo to grab his chin and push it back up. “Ah-ah—” he tsks. “Eyes up. Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Nicholas blurts, his head stuffed with cotton and TV static. He’s overwhelmed battling the warring sensations of the hot press of Euijoo’s hands and the cold sting of metal. The soft way Euijoo is looking at him and the sharpness of his words.
Euijoo breaks into a full-fledged smile. “Amazing. This is going to look incredible on you. I’m glad you came in tonight.” He shifts his attention to Nicholas’s stomach. “Now, breathe— you can take it.”
Nicholas’s laugh breaks in his throat. Does Euijoo treat all of his clients like this? Do they all walk out half-hard and wanting more? Does he just like playing with his food? Or— alternatively— is this weird, palpable thing bubbling under Nicholas’s skin real?
“Are you hitting on me?” he blurts.
Euijoo presses the needle in without warning, sliding straight through Nicholas’s skin. It pinches, and burns, and hurts, but then it’s over. Euijoo sits up, smile just as bright as before, hands raised on either side of his head.
“Very good,” he praises, warm and soft. “You did so well. That wasn’t so bad, right?”
Nicholas’s tongue feels dry. He blinks a few times, vision spotting. “Holy shit.”
“Let me know if you get lightheaded.”
“I’m lightheaded.”
Euijoo laughs. He splays a palm over Nicholas’s sternum, pressing him back against the chair, lowering his voice, “Okay. Focus on breathing. You can relax, you survived. The worst of it is over.”
Nicholas bobs his head, letting his eyes fall shut. He squeezes his hands into fists, filling his lungs with air. “I was really hoping— that—” he swallows around his dry mouth, breath still uneven. “Our first time with penetration would go smoother.”
He opens one eye at Euijoo’s loud laughter, met with pink cheeks and a goofy grin. “Are you hitting on me, Nicholas?” Euijoo asks.
“Yeah,” Nicholas shuts his eyes again. “Kind of.”
“Good. Then, we’re even,” Euijoo says.
“Not exactly,” Nicholas pushes through his breathlessness. “I didn’t get to penetrate you yet.”
Euijoo doesn’t respond right away, pushing jewelry into Nicholas’s fresh piercing. Nicholas winces, but doesn’t lose consciousness. (Major win.)
“I’m sure we can find a way to make it even,” Euijoo says cheerfully. When Nicholas manages to open his eyes, Euijoo is peeling off his gloves, pushing the foot pedal to lift the chair back up. He grabs a mirror off his side table, pressing it into Nicholas’s hand.
Nicholas catches up enough to get with the program, looking down at his piercing, on his stomach and in the mirror. It’s good. Perfect. It would be kind of hard to fuck up, but Nicholas can’t believe he managed to sit through it at all, so—
“No tight clothes for six to eight weeks. I want you to clean it twice a day for that period, too— after that once a day unless something’s up,” Euijoo rattles off his aftercare speech as he sticks a square, gauze bandage over the piercing. He smooths the edges, and then starts ticking off his fingers with the rest of his instructions, smile growing with each point, “Bandage stays on for at least three hours tonight. No pools. Baths. Anything else, you can call, I’ll let you know. Or, I mean— I’ll be around, I can just check on it myself.”
“Wow. Top tier service.” Nicholas chews on his bottom lip. He’s not sure how far this goes. If he’s meant to leave tonight without kissing Euijoo, or if kissing is expected. Appreciated, even. If he should ask. No— he probably shouldn’t ask. “Would you give normal customers a pamphlet?”
Euijoo finishes disposing of his garbage, organizing his tools to clean. He looks up with raised brows. “You’re not a normal customer, are you?”
“I dunno. I’m coming down from an adrenaline high. It’s hard to think straight.”
“Right,” Euijoo sighs. “That’s serious. You probably shouldn’t be rushing out of here, then.”
“Yeah. I could fall over.”
Euijoo clicks his tongue. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
They fall into silence, only an arms distance apart, smiles mirrored, neither of them willing to break eye contact. Eventually, Euijoo takes a deep breath, tapping his fingers on the chair next to Nicholas’s thigh. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek.
“So, are you coming home with me?” he asks, almost shy, despite everything else. Nicholas wants to eat him whole.
Okay. They’re definitely doing this, then. “Yeah. I’d like that,” he says, moving his hand the small bit to the left it takes to brush Euijoo’s fingers.
Euijoo bites the inside of his cheek through his stupid, gorgeous smile. “Me too,” he says, taking the leap to squeeze Nicholas’s upper thigh. His hand is gone much too fast for Nicholas’s liking. “Let me finish up here, and we can go.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Euijoo nods curtly. He stands up off his stool, leaning in like he’s going to kiss Nicholas, but he stops short. Nicholas’s body is already reacting, chin tipping forward. Euijoo reaches behind his head, turning off the light. Completely fucking pleased with himself. “Sorry,” he says through his shit-eating grin, removing himself from Nicholas’s space. “Light.”
“Fuck you,” Nicholas retorts lamely.
Euijoo offers Nicholas a hand to get off the chair, but Nicholas ignores it, feet meeting the ground, legs only a little weak. Euijoo shakes his head fondly. “You can hang out wherever. I’ll be done in fifteen.”
“Can I give myself a tattoo?”
“Maybe next time.” Euijoo squints at him, gathering his things to carry through a door into the back.
“Can I give you a tattoo?” Nicholas calls after him.
“Maybe next time!”
Nicholas watches Euijoo disappear through the door, leaving him with his chest full of butterflies, unflinching smile stuck to his face.
He pokes around a little bit while Euijoo is finishing up. Sits in a stool and spins around. Flips through one of the tattoo artist’s portfolio books. Texts Yuma to ask him where the fuck he was hiding Euijoo and why.
Yuma replies with a long string of vomiting emojis and a, This is why. You’re gross.
Nicholas is pretty sure Yuma is fucking one of the tattoo artists here. Maybe they’ve moved into official territory if he’s willing to inconvenience the guy’s coworkers for Nicholas’s whims. Nicholas wishes the best for them, truly. He’s decided he’s going to marry Euijoo, so everyone better get comfortable with each other.
“Alright, sorry about that—” Euijoo reappears, running a hand through his hair, a motorcycle helmet under his arm and bag over his shoulder. His smile makes Nicholas swoon all over again, as if he hasn’t been bearing it for the last hour, or whatever. “I’m ready to go.”
“You have a bike, too?” Nicholas stands up from the stool, following Euijoo towards the front door. “Aren’t you just a walking bad boy stereotype?”
“Something like that,” Euijoo says. He shoves open the front door with one arm, holding it for Nicholas to walk through first. Nicholas ducks under, ignoring the dizzying smell of Euijoo’s cologne.
It’s not too cold outside. Global warming has fucked them up enough to be comfortable, but Nicholas still wraps his arms around himself as he watches Euijoo lock up. When he turns around, Euijoo extends his arm, wiggling his fingers, giving Nicholas a pointed look.
Nicholas rolls his eyes to offset the flurry of champagne bubbles set off in his chest, sliding his hand into Euijoo’s, fingers twined together.
“I’m right around the corner.”
“So, you really didn’t need to hold my hand.”
“I don’t know…” Euijoo clicks his tongue, letting Nicholas drift away from him on the sidewalk for a second before tugging him back closer. “You told me you’re a fall risk.”
“I’m… something,” Nicholas mutters lamely. He figures it’ll be lamer to say something like falling for you, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Nicholas might be a little obsessed with Euijoo already. He usually has a good sense for things that are worth his attention. He’s pretty sure Euijoo will let him stick around (unless they end up having really awful sex). He wants to stick around (unless they end up having really awful sex). He wants to crack Euijoo open and figure out every little quirk. Every nuance of his personality. Each habit and tick. A piercingless piercer who drives a motorcycle and looks like a model.
Euijoo squeezes his hand to indicate that they’re turning. A tiny parking lot around the corner. Everyone else has gone home— it’s got to be close to eleven at night. The only remaining vehicle is a creamsicle orange Vespa.
“Are you serious?” Nicholas turns to Euijoo, jaw slack, giddiness almost palpable.
“Would you have agreed to come with me if you knew it was a scooter and not a bike?” Euijoo teases. He drops Nicholas’s hand, setting his helmet on the footrest as he unlocks the seat compartment.
“I always wanted one of these as a kid,” Nicholas says.
Euijoo looks up at him excitedly, pulling a bright pink bike helmet out of the scooter’s storage and dropping his bag inside. “Really?”
“No,” Nicholas laughs— and then laughs again at Euijoo’s betrayed expression. “But, I still like you anyway.”
The pout Euijoo puts on is devastating. Bottom lip poking out, eyebrows knitted together. He unhooks the strap on the pink helmet, stepping up so he’s almost chest to chest with Nicholas.
“This one doesn’t seem as safe as yours,” Nicholas says.
“I’ll get you a nicer one if you end up on the back of my scooter often,” Euijoo replies easily. He pushes the helmet onto Nicholas’s head, fingers trailing down the straps until they reach the buckle. His knuckles brush Nicholas’s chin as he snaps it shut. Tightens the strap. “Cute. Pink suits you.”
“Everything suits me, according to you.”
Euijoo sticks his tongue out instead of responding, shutting the scooter seat and grabbing his own helmet and shoving it onto his head. Nicholas’s cheeks hurt from smiling. He’s been smiling so much.
The scooter revs to life, keys in the ignition, Euijoo swinging his leg over the seat. He settles in, flipping his visor up and motioning Nicholas to get on.
“I’ve never done this before,” Nicholas breathes, doing his best to not look too awkward as he climbs onto the space behind Euijoo.
“I’m a safe driver, promise.” Euijoo lifts his elbows up, leaving room for Nicholas to slot in against his waist. “Don’t worry about holding on too tight. I can take it.”
“I’m sure you can,” Nicholas snorts. He winds his arms around Euijoo’s stupidly tiny waist, sliding forward until his chest is flush to Euijoo’s back, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Euijoo’s cologne is heady, quelling the edges of Nicholas’s nerves.
“Ready to go?” Euijoo asks, turning his head in Nicholas’s direction.
Nicholas squeezes tighter, nodding against Euijoo’s shoulder. “Yeah.”
He still squeaks when Euijoo starts driving. He can feel Euijoo’s laugh rumbling through his back. He pinches Euijoo’s side.
“Sorry!” Euijoo shouts over the sound of the motor.
Once they’re on the street, it doesn’t take too long. Euijoo checks in at stoplights. Nicholas must be rearranging Euijoo’s organs with how tightly he’s squeezing him, but Euijoo doesn’t complain. The whole trip is maybe a mile or two— Nicholas has his eyes closed for most of it.
He stumbles a bit when he gets off the scooter. Euijoo catches him by the waist, taking his helmet off for him with steady hands.
“You made it,” he says softly.
Nicholas is too scrambled up to respond appropriately.
He lets Euijoo hold his hand again on the way to the apartment. Last door in the hall on the very top floor, Euijoo keys in his code and lets them inside. They toe off their shoes, and Euijoo clicks on the lights.
Euijoo’s apartment is just as cozy as the studio. Nicholas wonders how much he had to do with the design there— or if whoever designed the studio just had a hand in Euijoo’s space, too. There’s a good number of house plants, two bookshelves stuffed edge to edge on either side of his TV. Nicholas stops to look at one of the framed photos on the wall— Euijoo smiling with some of his friends, he assumes. Euijoo is the only person in the fold that isn’t heavily tattooed. They look so happy.
“Do you need anything to drink?”
Nicholas turns around like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Euijoo isn’t paying him any mind, busy in the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cabinet.
“I’m okay.”
“Alright.” Euijoo flicks on the sink, pouring his own glass. He drinks half of it on his way into the living room, sitting down in the middle of the sofa.
Nicholas raises his eyebrows, wandering over, leaning against one of the bookshelves.
Euijoo looks up at him innocently. “You can come sit down.”
It's ridiculous. The look on Euijoo’s face. The situation. The fact that Euijoo is relaxing enough that his legs naturally spread apart, glass of water sitting idly against his thigh. As if he didn’t drive Nicholas all the way here for a reason.
Nicholas chews the inside of his cheek, trying to decide how much of a risk he can take. He knows Euijoo didn’t invite him here to sit on the fucking couch.
He makes a decision. Stands up straight and takes the few steps to make it to Euijoo. Bends down and takes Euijoo’s drink out of his hand, leaning to set it on the side table. Euijoo doesn’t complain, he just lets it happen. His throat bobs when Nicholas stands between his knees. He exhales when Nicholas drops into his lap, knees on either side of his hips.
Euijoo’s hands meet his thighs automatically. He smiles, head dropping back against the couch to look at Nicholas hanging above him. He splays his palms over Nicholas’s legs, creeping dangerously close to his ass.
“Took you long enough,” Euijoo jokes, crooked smile on his face.
Nicholas breathes out, hands flat against Euijoo’s chest. He runs them over Euijoo’s shoulders. Up his neck. Exploring. “Shut up. Why were you fucking around?”
Euijoo releases a short breath when Nicholas’s nails scrape against his scalp. “You make me nervous.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious,” Euijoo laughs softly. His eyes flick across Nicholas’s face, hands still running up and down his thighs. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”
“It would be really hard for you to fuck this up at this point.” Nicholas’s eyelids grow heavy, nose bumping against Euijoo’s as he draws closer. “All you have to do is kiss me.”
Euijoo doesn’t argue. He tips his chin up and captures Nicholas’s mouth with his, like he knows Nicholas will follow him back down, hungry for more. Euijoo’s mouth is wet. Inviting. He follows Nicholas’s pace, closed mouth kisses slowly warming up into something all-consuming.
He works Nicholas open patiently, teeth catching his bottom lip, hands moving to Nicholas’s waist, fingers edging up under his shirt, urging him closer. Nicholas goes, opening his mouth in a tiny gasp when he accidentally grinds against Euijoo’s crotch. Euijoo takes the opportunity to lick into his mouth, humming in satisfaction.
Nicholas rolls his hips again, more pointedly, chasing pressure. Euijoo shifts forward, allowing Nicholas a better angle to rut against him. At some point, kissing turns into sharing hot, sticky breaths, too focused on fucking against each other. Nicholas’s cock is hard in his jeans, aching against the restraining fabric.
One of his hands slides up Euijoo’s throat, thumb rolling over his Adam’s apple. He stops under Euijoo’s jaw, holding him still. “Can I blow you?”
Euijoo’s eyes go dark, pupils blown out. He squeezes Nicholas’s ass. “Ah— fuck— okay—”
“You don’t sound so sure,” Nicholas laughs, already climbing onto the floor. He parts Euijoo’s legs with his hands, settling between his knees.
“It’s not that—” Euijoo shakes his head, breathless. “I just don’t know if I’ll survive it.”
“Dramatic.”
“Self-aware.”
Nicholas scoffs, going for Euijoo’s fly. Euijoo works with him, lifting his hips to let Nicholas peel his pants down his legs. He leaves them at Euijoo’s ankles. They can deal with that later. Nicholas dives back in, pressing the heel of his palm against Euijoo’s cock through his underwear. Euijoo groans, head falling back against the couch, hand cupping behind Nicholas’s neck, thumb stroking back and forth against the base of his skull.
Much to Nicholas’s delight, Euijoo’s dick is big. He’s leaking a wet spot through his underwear as Nicholas works over him. Nicholas’s mouth starts watering. He likes sucking cock a little too much for his own good. He’d like to explore that with Euijoo more at a future date.
His fingers press into the head of Euijoo’s dick through cotton. Euijoo groans. Nicholas pauses. He can feel an unnatural lump against Euijoo’s skin. He can’t help the shit-eating grin that takes over his face.
“You’re kidding me,” he says.
Euijoo swallows, looking down his at Nicholas helplessly. “I was young.”
Nicholas barks out a laugh. He shoves his hand into Euijoo’s underwear and pulls out his cock.
Sure enough, the head is pierced, one silver ball sitting at the top, the other nestled under the ridge of his glans. Nicholas can’t look away, rolling his thumb over the piercing. Euijoo twitches under his hand.
“God— you’re so fucking hot,” Nicholas breathes.
He doesn’t fuck around, bending forward and taking Euijoo into his mouth. Euijoo makes a strangled noise, hand at the back of Nicholas’s neck burying itself in his hair.
He rolls his tongue over Euijoo’s piercing, getting used to the feeling. Metal clicks against his teeth. Euijoo seems to feel every bump. Every small ministration. Nicholas could do this all day. Drag Euijoo to the edge and let him recede, only to bring him right back.
Euijoo chokes when Nicholas slackens his jaw and starts bobbing his head. His gaze is intense, never leaving Nicholas as he works him deeper. His hand cradles the back of Nicholas’s head. Nicholas can tell he’s trying not to pull his hair. That he’s struggling fighting the urge.
Nicholas has never fucked a guy with his cock pierced. He already likes it too much. The feel of it against the back of his throat— the clear sensitivity that has Euijoo trembling under him. Nicholas swallows around him, and Euijoo moans, broken and loud.
His cheeks flare red, breath coming faster, finally tugging at Nicholas’s hair lightly. Nicholas groans around him at the sensation. Euijoo hisses again, growing desperate. “Okay, you have to stop— I still want to fuck you—” he manages through grit teeth.
Nicholas pulls off of him slowly, letting his tongue loll out as Euijoo slips out of his mouth. Euijoo visibly swallows, breathing erratic. He loosens his grip in Nicholas’s hair, nodding. Nicholas pulls Euijoo’s underwear back up for him, maintaining his modesty.
“Bedroom?” Euijoo asks, completely breathless.
“Please.” Nicholas wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling sweetly. He lifts his palm to Euijoo, asking for help up. Euijoo takes it, lifting them both at once. He kicks his pants off, leaving them on the living room floor.
Euijoo takes Nicholas through a door at the end of the hall. Walks him inside, hands on his waist, and kisses Nicholas again. Like he means it. Like he’s just as vulnerable to this as Nicholas is. Nicholas must taste like Euijoo, but Euijoo hums like he’s savoring it. He sucks Nicholas’s bottom lip into his mouth, hands rucking up his shirt.
Nicholas would let Euijoo do anything he wanted. Happily. He thinks Euijoo is on the same page with him, the way he’s mapping out the undersides of his teeth like he’ll have to identify him in a lineup.
Their shirts end up on the floor. Nicholas’s jeans tossed somewhere. Euijoo lays Nicholas down gently, reaching over his head into the nightstand without breaking their kiss. Long limbs, Nicholas thinks.
“You’re okay with me fucking you?” Euijoo asks, knuckles grazing down Nicholas’s inner thigh. His eyes are wide and earnest, lips parted with breath.
“Only if you’ll let me get even later,” Nicholas teases, smile betraying him. He runs his hand over Euijoo’s neck, just feeling him. The curve of his jaw. The softness of his cheek.
Euijoo smiles back, pressing his forehead to Nicholas’s. “We can make that happen.”
He tugs Nicholas’s underwear down his legs, uncapping the lube with one hand. He picks up one of Nicholas’s legs, hooking it over his shoulder as he settles between his legs. It shouldn’t be uniquely hot, but Nicholas is starting to think everything Euijoo does is uniquely hot.
“I think you knew you wanted to fuck me as soon as I walked in tonight,” Nicholas says as Euijoo’s fingers circle his rim.
“Yeah,” Euijoo agrees, no hesitation. He presses a finger in, rendering Nicholas quiet for a few seconds as he adjusts to the feeling. “I think you knew you wanted me to fuck you as soon as you walked in.”
“Obviously,” Nicholas gasps, fisting Euijoo’s sheets.
Euijoo’s smile curves up to one side. His eyes drift down Nicholas’s body. He reaches for Nicholas’s cock just to move it off his stomach. “This is a serious germ risk,” he says, fingers pressing against the edge of Nicholas’s bandage. “Are you having any pain?”
Nicholas laughs, airy and weak, Euijoo slipping another finger inside of him. “You’re seriously asking about my piercing right now?”
“Yeah. I want to make sure you’re good.” Euijoo crooks his fingers, sending Nicholas arching off the bed. He bites his lip in a poor attempt to hide his smirk.
“You’re such an asshole,” Nicholas manages. “It’s fine. Hurry up.”
“Impatient.” Euijoo adds a third finger.
“I want you, Juju,” Nicholas breathes through the stretch of Euijoo’s fingers. He doesn’t miss the soft breath Euijoo releases. The shift in his eyes.
He pulls out, wiping his mess on the sheets. “Sure you’re ready?” he asks.
“How polite,” Nicholas spreads his legs, knees bent. “Please fuck me.”
Euijoo stands still for a minute, just looking at Nicholas. Like he’s hungry, but he hasn’t been given the go ahead to eat. He shakes his head minutely when he’s done, shoving his underwear down his legs. “Let me get a condom.”
“You really don’t need to do that,” Nicholas blurts.
“I—” Euijoo pauses, raising his eyebrows. He looks down at Nicholas, curious. “Really?”
Nicholas squirms under his gaze, but doesn’t back down. “I’m clean. But I understand if you don’t feel comfortable—”
“Fuck, Nicho—” Euijoo crowds Nicholas against the bed with little warning, kissing him hard and deep. He stays close when he pulls away. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Good.” A wild giggle escapes Nicholas’s throat. “Put your dick in me.”
“Like this? Right now?” Euijoo does a piss poor job of hiding his surprise when Nicholas nods. “You want it face to face?”
Nicholas holds back from rolling his eyes. “I mean, really, Euijoo, it’s not like I want it that way, necessarily, but— think about the piercing. It can’t be rubbing against the bed.”
Euijoo steals another kiss, fingers fluttering down Nicholas’s flank. Nicholas can feel his smile against his lips.
“It’s okay if you want to look at me— but I don’t want you to cum on your piercing—” Euijoo mulls it over for a second, hands restless against Nicholas’s sides. Something seems to come to him all at once. He visibly brightens— like a huge fucking dork. Nicholas likes him so much. “What if we compromise?”
Nicholas lets himself be whisked to his feet, led over to the other side of Euijoo’s bedroom.
Euijoo directs him with firm hands, turns him to face the floor-length mirror in the corner, folding himself around Nicholas’s back, hands wandering over his torso. Their height difference is perfect for something like this. Euijoo fits around him like a glove.
He kisses up Nicholas’s neck, lips pausing right behind his ear. He meets Nicholas’s eyes through the reflection. Murmurs, “How’s this?”
“Has it been three hours?”
Euijoo’s laugh tickles Nicholas’s ear. He doesn’t answer, but his fingers start picking at the corner of Nicholas’s bandage. He peels it off, dropping it onto his dresser. Nicholas can feel Euijoo’s cock against his ass, a hot prickle running down his spine at the sight of them.
Nicholas has always found himself hot. He knows he’s not supposed to admit it, but— come on. His new jewelry sparkles in his navel, caching the soft light of Euijoo’s lamp. It looks good on him. Euijoo seems to think so, too, hands grazing Nicholas’s stomach, doing everything but overtly touching it, like he’s holding back. Goddamned piercing safety.
“Do you like it?” Nicholas asks, arching back into Euijoo teasingly.
Euijoo stifles a grunt. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs wet against Nicholas’s ear.
Nicholas watches carefully through the mirror as Euijoo slicks himself up, positioning himself behind Nicholas again. He drops a kiss to Nicholas’s shoulder, cock sliding against Nicholas’s ass. Nicholas’s breath catches. He bends forward slightly, bracing himself with a hand on the dresser.
Euijoo’s lips don’t leave his skin, even as he’s lining himself up. Pushing in. He kisses the knobs of Nicholas’s spine as he fucks into him, both of them quiet besides shaky breaths up until he bottoms out. Nicholas can feel Euijoo’s piercing dragging along his walls the entire way, head spinning. Euijoo kisses the base of Nicholas’s skull when he’s buried fully inside of him. His hand travels across Nicholas’s chest, rolling over his nipple.
It’s been a while since Nicholas has slept with anyone. It’s been longer since he felt anything like this. So full he feels like he could burst at any moment— partially spurred on by the angle, Euijoo standing behind him, holding him upright, and partly by Euijoo’s stupidly perfect cock. Nicholas is on fire, waves of heat rolling down into all of his extremities, hands trembling.
“Move,” he begs. “Please.”
Euijoo hums against his throat. He places a hand against Nicholas’s pelvis, the space between his belly button and cock, applying enough pressure to make Nicholas whine. He holds him like that as he starts fucking him, slow, deep thrusts accompanied with hot breaths against his ear.
Nicholas allows his head to fall back against Euijoo’s shoulder, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Euijoo turns them slightly to get a better view of himself fucking into Nicholas. Nicholas swears he can feel Euijoo in his stomach, under Euijoo’s palm. If Euijoo moved his hand, Nicholas imagines that he’d be able to see the slight bulge of his intrusion pressing into him.
He can feel Euijoo’s piercing rough against his insides, sharp against his prostate every few strokes. Euijoo’s skin starts sticking to him, sweaty and tacky. Nicholas quickly devolves into a brainless mess, thighs burning.
“Fuck, Euijoo—” he’s cut off with his own moan, eyes falling shut. He forces himself to look at Euijoo. That’s what he wanted. Euijoo is giving it to him. “Juju— cum inside of me. Please.”
Euijoo exhales unsteadily, teeth catching Nicholas’s neck. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Nicholas nods, head bumping against Euijoo’s. His hair is starting to plaster to his forehead from sweat. He’s going to need a shower anyway. He’s going to feel a little cheated if Euijoo doesn’t finish the job properly. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please, baby.”
“I’ve got you,” Euijoo mutters. He curls a hand around Nicholas’s chin, almost at his throat, directing Nicholas to look at him in the mirror. His other hand moves from Nicholas’s stomach to wrap around his cock. “Fuck, Nichol—” Euijoo’s mouth sticks open, pressed against Nicholas’s ear, eyes wet.
He fucks into Nicholas a few more times before he’s cumming, jerky little thrusts hitting Nicholas deep as he spills inside of him. Nicholas groans, shoving his ass back into Euijoo, trying to force him deeper. He feels warmth blooming deep beneath his navel. Feels Euijoo’s cock twitching inside of him. Sees Euijoo’s hand on his own cock through the reflection, and meets Euijoo’s desperate eyes.
Nicholas finishes while Euijoo is still inside of him, fucking him in a slow grind as he works through his aftershocks. He swears when Nicholas tightens around him, wringing Nicholas’s orgasm out of him with a firm grip. Nicholas is sure he’d collapse if Euijoo weren’t holding him up, his legs completely jellied.
Euijoo keeps them there for a second, just breathing against Nicholas’s cheek, his cum starting to leak out around him.
“Fuck,” he says mindlessly.
Nicholas winces when he pulls out. He leans his weight against Euijoo, boneless.
“Here, Nicho,” Euijoo helps him to the bed, tossing a towel down before laying Nicholas down. “Take as long as you need.”
“Ah,” Nicholas flops onto the bed. He feels like he just ran a fucking marathon, winded and stupid. He watches Euijoo shuffle around, cleaning himself up with baby wipes before returning to Nicholas to lift up his legs, gingerly wiping him up. “Are you kicking me out?”
Euijoo’s face twists into something genuinely distraught. “What? Why would you think that?”
“You told me to take as long as I need.”
“Oh, fuck— no—” Euijoo shakes his head forcefully. “I meant until we shower. Unless you don’t want to shower with me, that’s fine. But I thought—”
Nicholas grabs him by the arm and drags him down to kiss him, effectively shutting him up. Euijoo melts under his touch, relaxing again.
“I’d love it if you did all the work for me, Juju,” Nicholas whispers against Euijoo’s mouth.
Euijoo exhales, pecking the corner of Nicholas’s mouth. “I’d like it if you stayed over.”
“I don’t have anything to do tomorrow. Besides my piercing care.”
“I’ll do that for you, too.”
“Wow. Top tier service.” Nicholas giggles.
“I’m gunning for a five star Yelp review.”
“Right. Five stars, piercer fucked the shit out of me and fell in love on accident. Would come back.”
“I fell in love with you? Or you me?” A goofy smile spreads across Euijoo’s face.
Nicholas feels a blush forming in his cheeks. He sniffles. “It’s up for interpretation.”
Euijoo’s next laugh is deposited straight onto Nicholas’s tongue. It tastes fucking sublime.
When Nicholas wakes up, the bed is cold.
He groans, rolling over, arm flung over his head. The world comes to him slowly, as it usually does. The sound of someone puttering around in the kitchen. The smell of burnt toast. Nicholas blinks the sleep out of his eyes, forcing himself to sit up.
His back is still sore from last night— but he’ll cope. He flops back onto the bed, smiling like an idiot just thinking about it. Euijoo’s breath against his neck, the pressure of his hands—
He cuts himself off. He needs to get up before he starts getting hard in Euijoo’s bed. He has big plans to do that later, with Euijoo actually present.
Feet on the floor, he doesn’t hesitate to dig around in Euijoo’s dresser, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He rolls his neck, stretching his arms above his head. Walks into the real world.
Euijoo is in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove with a mega-focused look on his face. He’s got his phone clamped between his shoulder and ear, whisper-shouting into it— “Taki, stop fucking around, I’m serious— I’m going to seem like an incompetent fool if I burn eggs.”
There’s an audible laugh over the line, and then a jumble of words Nicholas can’t make out.
“I hope Yuma never sucks your dick again,” Euijoo hisses. He lets the other guy talk. Then, “No, fuck you.”
“Good morning,” Nicholas says cheerfully, figuring he’s done enough eavesdropping.
Euijoo yelps, his phone falling onto the counter and sliding away. He chases it with his hand, still holding a spatula, raw egg splattering across the screen when he hits the end call button. He spins around, horrified, eyes round and breathing heavily.
Nicholas hides his laughter behind a cough.
“How much of that did you hear?” Euijoo winces at his own voice.
“Just you telling him to go fuck himself,” Nicholas fibs. A little white lie. It’s fine. Euijoo doesn’t need to know how enamored Nicholas is with him yet. It’s embarrassing for both of them.
“Okay,” Euijoo nods, line of his shoulders drooping as he exhales. “Good. I made breakfast. Or, I tried.”
Nicholas pads across the kitchen, catching Euijoo by the waist to peek over his shoulder. Half-cooked scrambled eggs and burnt toast. Perfect. Nicholas hums, squeezing Euijoo’s waist and giving him a short kiss. Euijoo chases after his lips, but Nicholas steps away. Laughs. “After breakfast,” he promises.
Euijoo pouts, bottom lip poking out and eyebrows pulled together. It’s ridiculous. Nicholas likes him so much.
While Euijoo finishes cooking, Nicholas wanders to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He takes a second to stare at himself in the mirror, in Euijoo’s clothes. Allows himself to have his sixteen-year-old girl moment of freaking out, muffling his squealing into a hand towel.
When he returns, Euijoo has two plates set on the table, his sloppy eggs and burnt toast laid out. He gives Nicholas a crooked smile. “I tried,” he says awkwardly.
“I like you a lot, Euijoo,” Nicholas says. He kisses Euijoo’s cheek before he sits down. Euijoo blushes from his chest to his ears.
They eat quietly, looking at each other more than their plates, exchanging silly little smiles.
Euijoo breaks first, mouth tugging up at the corner. “I want to see you again.”
Nicholas’s lips twist to the side, attempting to tamp down the explosion of glee inside of him. “To put another hole in me?”
“Something like that.”
Dropkick Tattoo Studio
4.9 ★ (392 reviews) • Tattoo Parlor
Owned by Murata Fuma • Claimed
Nicholas W.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Got my bellybutton pierced here a few months ago. Now that it’s healed, I can say confidently that it’s the best piercing I’ve ever gotten. My boyfriend is obsessed with it, and he’s a piercer himself, so, that means something. Big ups to Euijoo, the piercer at Dropkick. I love it <333
Fuma M. (Owner, Dropkick Tattoo Studio)
Thanks for the review, Nicholas! I’ll be sure to pass along to your boyfriend for you. I’ll also be deleting your review, as it violates our policy of accepting only unbiased feedback. I assume you’re coming by after work today. See you then. <333