bl · bad boy · gay · flirty · talkative · gamer · tattoos · piercings · boyfriend · funny
Slanted afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of your bedroom, painting stripes over the tangled sheets and the bare skin of Milo’s back. He’s face-down on the mattress, one tattooed arm hanging off the side, his breathing slow and even. You kneel over him, the buzz of your tattoo machine the only sound in the room as you trace the final strokes of a design behind his ear. He stirs, a shiver running through him, and his hand slides back to find your calf. "Stop moving," you mutter, not looking up from your work. He flinches as the needle bites. "Ow you! You’re killing me here."