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Felix lies on his back, chest heaving, counting stars in his vision as he stares up at the ceiling. Said ceiling could be painted in a hundred colours and Felix wouldn't be able to name any of them, not after the chain of orgasms he was lovingly forced to go through.
The culprit is still situated right between his legs, touch scalding as Hyunjin traces absent lines down the expanse of Felix's inner thigh, going round and round the basket of strawberries permanently there.
A couple of years ago, before Hyunjin's very unexpected — but not unwelcome — appearance in his life, Felix would feel so embarrassed to have someone's face that close to his cunt. But Hyunjin is the only person in the world who probably knows his way around down there more than Felix himself, so Felix really could not care less.
"You know," Hyunjin begins, thumb skirting past a drying smear of wetness, "has anyone ever told you that you have a really pretty clit?"
Felix chokes. He coughs until his throat burns and his sinuses ache, and after he manages to wrangle his breath back, he pushes up onto his elbows and stares down at Hyunjin.
"What?" The syllable comes out in a wheeze, but Hyunjin understands him all the same.
"You heard me." He pets at it, and Felix's whole body jolts with oversensitivity. "It's pretty."
Felix bats half-heartedly at Hyunjin's head, which turns out to be a futile move. Hyunjin simply shifts an inch or two to the side and settles back down again, this time sliding a whole fingertip down the swollen seam of Felix's cunt.
"It's plump," he continues, "feels really nice on my tongue. Plus, the hood frames it well."
"Jesus," Felix mutters. He throws an arm over his eyes and tries to ignore the way that traitorous clit of his twitches.
Hyunjin laughs, the delight clear in his voice.
"You know what else?"
"What," Felix mumbles, words muffled by his arm.
"You'd look really good with a clit piercing."
Before Felix can wrap his mind around what Hyunjin's just said, two long fingers sink deep into him, his walls moulding around the digits happily.
Great, it seems like Hyunjin's not done with him yet.
Hyunjin's still asleep when Felix's alarm goes off, loud enough for Felix to hear but muted by the pillow it's buried under so that Hyunjin can slumber on uninterrupted.
He gently lifts Hyunjin's arm off his waist and rolls out of bed, careful not to bump into the bedside table as he does more often than not. He stretches, feeling the sleep melt away and the pleasant soreness in his muscles, and tosses a look back at his boyfriend before padding quietly to the en suite.
Mondays always suck, but that's why they've made Sunday Funday a thing ever since they moved in together — getting to start Mondays with the lingering sensations of a good night's worth of sex makes everything better.
Felix gets ready for work with the enthusiasm of a petulant child, and it's only thanks to routine and habits that he's never late for work. He stops by the bed to give Hyunjin a kiss on the forehead, then he's flying out the door clutching a thermos filled with too-sweet coffee in his hands.
The workday, though long and boring, passes without fanfare, which Felix considers a blessing. When it's time for him to clock out, Felix does so with great joy, mentally counting down yet another day before his last day in this corporate hell hole.
need(le)s. has done very well for itself over the last few years, to the point where Hyunjin and Chan have recently moved into a bigger shop and are in the process of hiring new artists. With that move also comes the opportunity for Felix to quit his nine-to-five and help out with the shop, something Felix was quick to agree to when Hyunjin first brought it up.
In fact, this Monday is his last Monday, and not even getting squished on the public bus is enough to dampen how good that feels.
He's humming a random pop song as he steps off the bus, although the tune is quick to be replaced with a smile when he looks up at the new storefront. It doesn't look very different from the outside, not when they'd kept most of the design elements. But it's extra gorgeous inside, all new paint and unique thrifted furniture, arranged to best suit the new layout.
The wall full of sketches remains — Felix was the one who took the sketches down in the old shop and put them back up in the new shop, sneakily pocketing one or two along the way for future use.
He pushes the door open and is welcomed with a bright tinkle from the windchime, and he heads further into the shop to see both artists busy with clients. Hyunjin's back is to him as he focuses on the piece he's working on, and Chan's chatting to a young woman about aftercare.
Felix heads behind the counter to see if there's anything he can help with while he's here, and he ends up clearing a whole bunch of backed-up scheduling in the time it takes for Hyunjin to finish up.
As soon as Hyunjin's pleased client is out the door, tattoo wrapped up and looking perfect, Felix makes his way over to his boyfriend.
"Hi," Hyunjin says, peeling his gloves off. They land with a rustle in the bin, and Felix leans down to plant a kiss on Hyunjin's mouth. "Did you have a good day?"
"Great, considering it's the last Monday ever of stepping into that building."
That has Hyunjin smiling, eyes disappearing into crescent moons as he winds his arms around Felix's middle.
"We get to go to work together, we get to spend the whole day together, and we get to go home together."
"And I get to third-wheel until we find another artist," Chan calls from across the room, eyes pointedly fixed on his metal tray of piercing tools waiting to be placed into an autoclave.
Hyunjin shrugs, clearly not embarrassed by the truth in Chan's words.
"You'll still be third-wheeling even with someone else working here," he points out, and kisses Felix again just to drive that point home.
"Please go home," Chan sighs, swivelling around on his seat as he starts cleaning up his station. "My last client is due in fifteen minutes, and I don't want to be working while the two of you are canoodling across the room."
"You don't have to tell us twice," Hyunjin says. He glances up at Felix and gives his waist a squeeze. "Lix, give me a few minutes? Just gotta clean up and get my stuff."
Later, when they're home and Hyunjin is brainstorming designs on his tablet for one of his clients, Felix picks at the remnants of his ice cream sundae and says, "What if I really get that piercing done?"
Hyunjin's stylus pen hovers an inch away from the screen. The movie they'd chosen earlier during dinner continues playing on the television, but neither of them is paying much attention to it anymore.
"Are you asking me as your boyfriend or as a piercer?"
Felix scrapes his bowl clean and licks the rest of the ice cream off his spoon.
"Both."
"Well, speaking as a piercer, if you are thinking about getting it, there are several things you should consider before making a decision." He sets his stylus and tablet aside before turning bodily towards Felix. "As your boyfriend, please get one."
Bless him, Felix thinks, he's trying so hard not to pop a boner right now. Perhaps this is a good time to be merciful.
"Okay, then let's talk logistics. What do I have to consider?"
Hyunjin almost seems relieved that Felix is going the professional route, at least for now. He picks up his abandoned tablet and stylus, then opens up a new blank file.
"There are several types of clitoral piercings, and only one that actually pierces the clit. I'm not going to do that, despite me saying that you'd look good with it, because there's always a risk of causing nerve damage there."
A few quick strokes of his stylus later and there's a rough sketch of a vulva on the screen. For a split second, Felix feels as though he's back in biology class.
"The other piercings all involve the clitoral hood. The vertical is the most popular, as it…"
Felix lifts one of Hyunjin's arms and ducks under it to snuggle in close. If he's going to be given a crash course on clit piercings, you best bet he's going to pay attention.
Felix's last week of work goes by in a flash of handovers, farewell lunches, and an exit interview he lies his way through. As a surprise treat, Hyunjin keeps his Friday evening slots unavailable so he can rev up to Felix's office building and whisk him away on his bike like the modern-day Prince Charming he is.
For the first time in a long time, Felix doesn't dread the weekend going by. They spend it café hopping and soaking up the sun in public gardens, before wrapping it up with yet another Sunday Funday. As they lie in bed sleepy and sated, Felix turns to Hyunjin and nudges him with a foot.
"Are we opening the shop tomorrow or is Chan?"
Hyunjin blinks owlishly at him.
"Chan is. My first appointment is at —"
"Ten-thirty," Felix finishes. "I know."
A beat, then Hyunjin rolls over and traps Felix's leg between his own.
"You don't have to wake up at seven in the morning now. We can get up at nine together, have breakfast, have coffee, and you can put on a t-shirt instead of a dress shirt."
Felix's toes curl in anticipation.
"I can wear your t-shirts."
Hyunjin smiles, a sleepy curl of the lips that Felix adores.
"Yeah, yeah, you can."
He drifts off to sleep right after that, and Felix gets to witness the entire process. He treasures it, as if he's never seen it before, and he waits until Hyunjin's sound asleep before he closes his eyes.
His phone lies under the pillow as always, the alarm now set for nine.
Felix adapts to his new job quickly, and he even takes on the duty of hunting for the third tattoo artist. Chan was happy to pass off all the shortlisted applicants to him, and Felix studies their portfolios so intently he dreams about tattoos for nights on end.
He interviews them, amused to see that some parts of his previous job proved to be of use, and takes a couple of days to zero in on his top choice.
"We trust you," Hyunjin says one day during a break in his schedule. "If you think he's a good fit for this place, then we'll support your decision."
Chan echoes that sentiment from where he's brewing a cup of coffee in the little pantry corner. So Felix goes and drafts up the necessary paperwork — because even though this is a tattoo parlour, they are as legitimate a business as they come — and sends them over to a Yang Jeongin.
Said Yang Jeongin responds in less than an hour, the signed contract attached in his email along with a query on when he can start work.
Pleased, Felix wields his powers as the new manager of the shop and sends Jeongin a time and date. He breaks the news to Hyunjin and Chan when they close for the day, and the relief on Chan's face has him laughing.
"I've never had to interview anyone before," Chan says as he switches off all the lights. "And the idea of it is so…scary. Having to say no to all of them apart from one person? No, thank you."
Hyunjin straps Felix into his helmet before putting on his own.
"I told you Felix would be a great addition to the business. I said I wasn't being biased, but you didn't believe me."
"Hey, now you're putting words in my mouth. I believed that he'd be a great addition to the team, I just didn't believe you weren't biased."
After a jab at Hyunjin's arm that he dodges, Chan bids them goodbye for the day and disappears around the corner of the building towards where he parked his car. Hyunjin hops onto his bike and starts the engine, then waits expectantly for Felix to get on the back.
"I'm really happy here," Felix says.
He can't quite make out Hyunjin's features through the visor of his helmet, but he thinks he can picture Hyunjin's expression in his mind's eye just fine.
"I'm really happy Minho came for his piercings that day," he continues, seemingly unable to stop the flow of words now that he's opened the dam. "I'm really happy you came to talk to me. Happy that I got the tattoo, happy that I let you take me out on that first date."
Hyunjin straightens, hands lifting off the handlebars, and removes his helmet completely.
"We're faced with many different roads in life. I'm happy the one I chose led me to you." He reaches out and brushes his knuckles across the exposed part of Felix's cheek, touch lingering long enough for Felix to feel his warmth. "I love you too. Now get on, let's go home."
Jeongin, as Felix suspected, fits nicely into their little needle family. He has the patience of a saint, able to take both Hyunjin's coddling and Chan's (bad) jokes in stride while handling his workload. He also brings in a whole bunch of his existing clientele, which means Felix oftentimes has to find creative ways to fit appointments into the artists' packed schedules.
No one's complaining, of course, not when the shop is livelier than it's ever been now that the spare station is finally filled. There's a shift in the balance, what with a new person involved in something that was once a two-person show, but the new middle works wonderfully for everyone.
Also, with Jeongin's addition comes stability, and now that everything is going smoothly, Felix decides it's time to pull the trigger.
He corners Hyunjin in the bathroom one night, heedless of the water droplets still clinging to the man's back as he crowds in close.
"I'm looking to book some time with the city's best tattoo artist and piercer," he murmurs, chin resting on Hyunjin's shoulder.
Hyunjin sets the bottle of serum down, meeting Felix's gaze through the mirror.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"You're not doing this because I said you'd look good with it and you think it'd make me happy?"
"Would I have thought of it myself if you didn't bring it up? No, but now that you did, I think it's hot as hell, and I want one. Knowing you'd like it is just a bonus."
Hyunjin regards him intently for a moment before nodding.
"Okay. How about in a couple of weeks? During one of the nights where we close up shop?"
"A couple of weeks? That long?"
Hyunjin crooks a brow.
"You know nothing except very clean hands can touch the piercing without protection for weeks until it heals, right?"
Oh. That means no bodily fluids, Felix remembers from their lesson all those weeks ago, which also means they should take some time to make up for the future restrictions on their sex life.
"Right," Felix says, nodding. "A couple of weeks it is."
For the next few days, every day becomes Sunday Funday.
In fact, they have so much sex that Felix has to call for a time-out, citing over-sensitivity and the very real possibility that his body simply cannot handle another orgasm.
So for one quiet night, they cuddle up on the couch and watch movies instead, more clothed than they've been in the privacy of their home in recent days.
Of course, the very next day sees Felix bent over the couch first thing in the morning, but it's not as if he'd rather spend the weekend doing anything else.
On Monday, Felix returns from a quick run to the bank one day to see Jeongin hovering by his workspace, looking a little strained. Felix has already learned that this particular expression means Jeongin wishes to be anywhere but here.
(A tiny part of his brain wonders if he should be worried that Jeongin dons that expression enough for him to recognise it. Maybe he should tell Hyunjin to lay off on the cheek-pinching for a while.)
"What happened?"
"There's a girl with her boobs out hitting on Hyunjin," Jeongin says, sparing no punches. "He looks like he needs help."
Felix does a quick run-through of the day's appointment list in his head and guesses this client must be a walk-in. It doesn't take him very long to decide on a plan after that.
"I'll be right back." He spins around on his heel and exits the shop, Jeongin's befuddled expression seared in his mind's eye.
He darts down the block to the bakery known for their cupcakes. The owner knows Felix, and when he orders a box of six, she gifts him an extra two ("For you and your boyfriend!"). He thanks her, pleased that he's rewarded for his troubles, and hurries back to the shop with his props in hand.
Jeongin is still there by the front counter when he returns. When he spots the box in Felix's hands, the cloud of confusion starts to clear.
"Guys," Felix calls, making sure his voice is loud enough to be heard no matter where you are in the shop. "I bought some cupcakes. She gave me two for free, so you can take a second one if you'd like."
He stops by Chan's station first, opening the box and letting him pick out a cupcake while keeping his back to Hyunjin's side of the room. Chan picks out a cookies and cream cupcake, lips twitching, and thanks Felix before turning back to the art he's working on. Funnily enough, Felix notices that he's got earplugs in.
Then he turns and walks over to Hyunjin's station. Sure enough, a young woman is lying on the bed, top and bra off, her chest on glorious display. There's already one barbell threaded through her left nipple, but the more interesting tidbit of information is the man seated in a chair next to her. He looks both mortified and upset, and Felix suddenly feels very sorry for him.
"Oh, hello! Here for nipple piercings?"
Without waiting for a reply, he stops next to Hyunjin and holds out the open box for his boyfriend's perusal.
"The coffee one is new," he says. "But I did get two of the Bailey's ones, assuming you're still obsessed with them."
Hyunjin's looking up at him like he's the best thing in the universe. "Can I have both? The coffee and the Bailey's?"
Felix leans down and kisses him, keeping it short and sweet but with just enough tongue. When he pulls back, he makes sure to lick his lips.
"Of course, I'll keep them aside for you." He turns to the couple, both of whom are staring at him, mouths open. "Would either of you like one? They're really good."
They decline, and Felix flashes them a bright, friendly smile before walking back to where Jeongin's watching with his eyebrows up to his hairline.
"I'm guessing that was not the first time this has happened."
"Third," Felix clarifies, plucking out a simple vanilla cupcake for himself, "but if we're splitting hairs, then it is the first time where nipple piercings are involved."
Jeongin takes a red velvet cupcake and licks off a smear of frosting that got on his finger. He looks somewhat impressed, which is a new expression that Felix is glad to have the chance to learn.
"You played that very well."
Felix grins at him. "When this inevitably happens to you, I've got your back. Sans the kissing, of course."
"Deal."
Busy with inventory, Felix doesn't notice Hyunjin entering the stock room until a hand splays across his stomach and a body presses up against his back.
"Hey," Felix says distractedly as he keys numbers into his tablet. "Is it time to go home already?"
"Not yet." Hyunjin nuzzles at him, that hand exuding so much heat that Felix can feel it through his shirt and the cold air blasting through the air conditioning system.
A kiss lands on the shell of his ear, and that's what has Felix pausing, goosebumps rising on his arms. The kiss is more than just an easy show of love — it's deliberate, aimed right at him with an intent Felix recognises, the shot landing deep in his gut and leaving behind no exit wound.
It joins the other infinite number of bullets there that Hyunjin has left, a hoard that Felix treasures.
"Hyunjin," Felix warns. "The doors aren't locked and the lights are still on. People might —"
"Turned the lights off and locked the doors on my way in here," Hyunjin interrupts. "We won't be interrupted."
The man had an honest-to-god plan, Felix realises. The stockroom is the only place in the shop that doesn't have a security camera installed, and while it isn't a five-star hotel room by any means, it has enough space for two adults to comfortably move around.
Taking advantage of Felix's momentarily stunned state, Hyunjin spins him around with a gentle pressure to his hip, the other hand fitting against his jaw, fingers almost long enough to curl around Felix's nape.
"Here?" Felix tries, aware that he doesn't exactly sound opposed to the idea. "You don't wanna wait until we're home and have access to a bed?"
"No," Hyunjin says slowly, "because you're getting that piercing tonight. So this is our last opportunity for some impulsive fun before we have to start, you know, using protection."
Felix flushes, but he doesn't stop the sneaky fingers from working at the button of his pants. In fact, he's already plenty wet by the time Hyunjin's hand slips between his legs, and he quickly sets the tablet aside before he drops it.
"Why — ah — why today?"
"I love it when you stake your claim in front of strangers," Hyunjin shrugs, shoving Felix's pants down around his ankles and helping him out of them. One well-aimed kick has the garment flying across the room. "I think it's super hot."
Felix's mouth curves into an O, but it's quickly wiped away by Hyunjin's, his face angled into place by a finger hooked under his jaw. Hyunjin kisses him thoroughly, happy to take his time rendering Felix's knees all weak and shaky before they even get down to the good stuff.
"You could probably," Felix breathes out in-between kisses, "put your mouth to better use somewhere else."
"I can," Hyunjin agrees, nipping at Felix's bottom lip, "but I love kissing you as much as I love doing other, dirtier, things to you."
Felix groans. "But you can still kiss me while I'm healing; you can't — oh, Hyunjin, fuck —"
Clever fingers have made their way into the confines of Felix's underwear and are currently slip-sliding over the jut of his clit and down into the wet seam of his cunt. Felix knows, in the back of his mind, that this isn't how either of them thought this would go.
But then again, this is exactly what they would do. Impulsivity was what started their relationship, and it will be what gets them through the night.
Felix grabs onto Hyunjin's shoulders for some sort of stability as those fingers sink into him, all the way to the last knuckle. Hyunjin hums into Felix's hair as he strums at his clit, and he works Felix with such finely tuned precision and skill that Felix comes within a minute, legs trembling in an effort to keep him upright.
"Mm," Hyunjin hums, pleased with himself.
He eases his fingers free, holds them up between their faces just so he can show Felix how wet he is and make him blush. Then he licks them clean, heedless of the muskiness of the day, and pointedly pushes Felix up against a narrow strip of bare wall. He keeps a hand on Felix's back, the width of his palm fitting perfectly between Felix's scapulas, and praises the gentle curve of Felix's spine when he arches back in search of Hyunjin's heat.
Working together, they manage to get Felix's underwear down his legs and off, and Hyunjin shoves the wadded-up fabric into his pocket so they won't accidentally leave evidence of their tryst in here for Chan or Jeongin to find.
Then he's on his knees, nudging his way between Felix's legs, and sealing his mouth over Felix's cunt. It's messy, and his neck starts twinging sooner than he'd hoped it would, but he knows he belongs right here, kneeling with his face turned upwards as he works for a blessing from his god.
Felix moans into the wood grains of the door, skin burning where Hyunjin's hands are keeping him spread open, thumbs nestled into the valley of his asscheeks. He comes for the second time to the sensation of Hyunjin lapping at him, teeth grazing the proud jut of his clit, and he just knows Hyunjin's swallowing everything he has to offer.
Felix's vision is more than a little shot when he whirls around and yanks Hyunjin up onto his feet, eyeing the blurry sheen of wetness on his mouth with a hunger that chooses this exact moment to rear its massive head.
He surges in to kiss him, all teeth, and wills all of his dexterity into his fingers as they deal with Hyunjin's pants. Then, suddenly, they're both naked from the waist down, and Felix has a handful of Hyunjin's cock, the piercings warm and the head slick. He steps closer, close enough for the curve of Hyunjin's cock to fit perfectly against the curve of his mound, precome streaking across his ass.
Hyunjin glances down briefly before his gaze flickers back up to Felix's face. Felix watches those sharp eyes dance over his freckles and trace the bow of his lips, clocking the move before Hyunjin even finishes executing it. He presses a kiss to the pad of Hyunjin's thumb when it lands, a hand keeping Hyunjin's cock in place so he can rut along the length of it and get him wet with himself.
"Feels nice," Hyunjin says, a hand absently caressing the soft swell of Felix's ass. "Is this like, you marking your territory?"
Felix fixes him with a look, although the effect is somewhat dulled by the flush in his cheeks.
"Do I even have to mark my territory?"
"Of course not," Hyunjin says easily, "but I would never stop if you wanted to."
With the hand that Felix kissed, Hyunjin reaches out across a shelf and pushes a bunch of boxes to the side. He smiles down at Felix, pupils blown and dimple flashing, and gives him a gentle pat on the butt.
"Let me inside, hm?"
Felix rocks his hips one more time, breath hitching as the tip of Hyunjin's cock bumps deliciously against his clit.
"Yeah," he exhales, and bends over the newly emptied shelf all obediently.
Hyunjin steps up behind him and traces a tight little circle around Felix's clit right as he slides in, sucking in a lungful of air through his teeth when Felix's walls clamp down around him in response.
They'll never get tired of this, no matter how many times they seek pleasure in each other's bodies. Felix hears his moans bounce off the walls of the stockroom, feels the small bruises forming on his hips from Hyunjin's grip. He knows he'll be admiring them tomorrow, that they'll still be there during his next orgasm, new piercing be damned.
Each drag of Hyunjin inside him has him inching closer to release, body lax in the way he lets Hyunjin pull him back onto his cock, the sound of skin-on-skin dampened with his own wetness.
With Hyunjin's hands occupied, Felix reaches down with one of his own and pets around where they're joined, feeling the slick and the way his body blooms around the man he loves. He feels flesh and metal, the familiar line of the vein that runs along the underside of Hyunjin's cock, and he traces it up to where he's hot and sensitive.
"You touching yourself?"
Felix hums, brain a little too liquefied to form words. A kiss, sweet and loving, is planted onto his sweaty temple.
"Spank your clit for me, baby."
Felix's eyes fly open.
"Do it lightly," Hyunjin continues, breath fanning warm over his ear. Felix shivers. "Just a few little love taps."
And so he does, not one to need much convincing when it comes to sex and Hyunjin. He slaps his own cunt, fingers coming away dripping with each contact. It only takes four slaps for him to come, the sting hitting his clit in a way that lights his spine on fire.
Hyunjin fucks him steadily through it, and while Felix can't comprehend whatever Hyunjin's saying, he knows deep in his gut that it's a whole lot of praise. His heart skips with the knowledge, and as soon as he's regained some sense of self, he eases off Hyunjin's dick and gets to his knees.
There's a puddle on the floor, but he ignores it in favour of taking Hyunjin into his mouth, groaning at the combined taste of them. He suckles at the head, one hand playing absently with the lorum piercing, and Hyunjin soon comes down his throat, hot and heady.
"I didn't —" Hyunjin gasps through each spurt of come, "I thought you preferred —"
The rest of his sentence is lost to pleasure, but Felix knows what he wanted to say. He swallows everything, ignores the petulant ache of his empty cunt, and leans up to kiss his boyfriend.
"Yeah, I usually do, but I really wanted to taste you."
Hyunjin exhales against Felix's mouth.
"Give me a minute," he mumbles. "Maybe two."
Felix hides his laugh in the form of another kiss.
It's been a while since he was last on a tattoo bed.
After cleaning any traces of them from the stockroom and moving everything back to where they belonged, Hyunjin put his clothes back on and led a still half-naked Felix over to his station.
"I decided on a vertical," Hyunjin says, spreading a disposable sheet over the bed. He pats the surface, and Felix kicks his shoes off before hopping up onto it. "Any objections?"
Felix shakes his head. "I'll get whatever you suggest."
He plants his socked feet on the bed, knees falling apart, and grins at the pinched look on Hyunjin's face as the latter tries his hardest to keep it professional.
"You're a menace," Hyunjin sighs, turning to open one of his many drawers. He starts pulling out everything he needs, and once his tools are all set out on his tray, he brings over a tray of jewellery and asks Felix to choose one.
"I'm going to disinfect you," Hyunjin says, snapping on a pair of gloves. "It'll be cold."
Felix distracts himself by picking through the jewellery options, a tray he'd arranged himself just a few weeks ago. He decides on a titanium curved barbell, the balls on either end boasting a crystal each. Simple, with just the slightest bit of flair.
He dons his own gloves and cleans the jewellery with an alcohol swab before setting it down by the tools. Hyunjin glances up at him, lips quirked.
"Making things a little more efficient, huh?"
Felix waggles his eyebrows and reaches for the packaged needle.
"Who doesn't love a bit of efficiency?" He asks, carefully ripping the packaging open.
Hyunjin moves fast from that point, and once he's got the clamp positioned and the needle in hand, he presses a kiss to Felix's knobby knee and tells him to count to three.
Felix just hits two when the needle pushes through, and the pain is white-hot, just a little mind-numbing. He hears, through the rush of blood in his ears, Hyunjin telling him to breathe, so he tries to focus on Hyunjin's voice as it counts in for one, two, three, four, and out for one, two, three, four…
Then he blinks, eyes watery, and sees Hyunjin sitting back.
"All done," Hyunjin says, eyeing the new piercing critically. "Looks really good. Let me clean it again before you put your clothes back on."
All Felix feels right now is heat, and a lot of it. For a brief moment, he wonders if it would be insane to walk around with an ice pack shoved down his pants, then eventually has to concede that yes, it would be.
"I have a spare pair of sweatpants here that you can wear home," Hyunjin's saying, spinning around on his chair in an attempt to locate where said pair of sweatpants could be. "You'll have to wear loose clothing for at least a couple of weeks. Good thing you bought those boxers for sleep."
After the burning sensation fades somewhat, Felix lets Hyunjin help him down from the tattoo bed and into the sweatpants Hyunjin unearthed. They're a bit big everywhere, and Felix ends up having to roll up the waistband and the cuffs for them to fit him somewhat properly.
Hyunjin even helps him with his shoes, making sure to lace them up tight.
"Thank you," Felix says, peering down at him.
Hyunjin simply smiles in response, crinkled eyes and all.
It's weird, to say the very least, having to be extra aware of how he's walking and sitting. He can't flop around like he usually does, can't lean into Hyunjin when they're on the bike, can't wear his preferred underwear…
But it's only temporary, so he keeps doing what he needs to, cleaning the piercing a few times a day and keeping his diet on the blander side, just in case. Hyunjin checks on the piercing every night and has yet to sound any alarms, which has to mean he's doing everything right.
They still have sex. Sure, they practice celibacy for a good three whole days after the piercing, but they're back to regular scheduling after that. Hyunjin had to make a trip to the 24-hour mart downstairs in the middle of the night for condoms, but it's not really a hassle.
It does mean that sex has become quite vanilla, at least for now, but Felix will admit that there's a charm in simplicity. Also, since he doesn't reach climax as often as he used to back when he could rely on clitoral stimulation, he can solely focus on the feeling of Hyunjin inside him — every twitch and every pulse, and there's a nice satisfaction to be found there.
A couple of weeks into his healing process, Hyunjin whips out his phone and takes a photo of Felix's cunt after a nice romp in the hay. He's all flushed down there, skin pink and shiny with lube plus his own wetness, and a little open from having Hyunjin inside him for the better part of an hour.
"Let me see," Felix mumbles, body feeling delightfully heavy. He feels Hyunjin's phone against the edge of his palm, and he fumbles to close his fingers around the device.
The crystals seem to shine extra bright on the screen, a nice complement to the shine on his skin.
"So pretty," Hyunjin says.
Felix blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. "Mm, you should take a photo of your dick and post the pictures together. They'd look really good side-by-side."
Then he conks out, snoring softly into the pillows.
The next day, after breezing through his morning routine and hopping into yet another pair of sweatpants (his own, a pair that fits perfectly), Felix traipses to the kitchen where Hyunjin's busy making breakfast, a frilly apron tied around his waist.
He gives Hyunjin a kiss, picks up the mug of coffee Hyunjin's prepared and set aside for him, then plants himself by the dining table. There's enough time for food and coffee before they have to leave for work, so Felix pulls out his phone and settles down to enjoy a quick round of doomscrolling.
Except the first notification he sees is from Hyunjin's supposedly dormant Twitter account. He clicks on it, and in the time it takes for the app to open and load, his words from last night resurface in his memory.
Sure enough, he soon comes face-to-face with their genitals, plastered in HD on his phone screen. Hyunjin didn't even bother adding a caption, but Felix guesses words aren't really necessary in the face of pierced genitals.
He splutters around a mouthful of coffee, and although Hyunjin doesn't bother turning around from the stove, Felix can see his boyfriend's shoulders shake from suppressed laughter.
"I cannot believe," he wheezes, "I cannot believe you actually posted these."
"I wasn't going to, but then I looked at your photo again and thought people should really have the chance to appreciate it. Visually, of course, any other means are completely out of bounds."
Felix covers his face with his hands.
"You should look at the comments," Hyunjin goes on to say. "You'll see how much the general public really appreciated it."
Felix spreads his fingers and peers down at the screen through the gaps between them. Hyunjin's right — there are hundreds upon hundreds of comments praising both the piercing and the cunt it's decorating, and Felix squeaks at one particular graphic comment on all the filthy acts the commenter wishes to do to it.
Before he can say anything else, a notification comes in from their booking app. Felix hesitates for a moment before tapping on it and watching as the Twitter app is whisked away.
"Someone wants to set an appointment for a genital piercing," Felix half-whispers.
Hyunjin's silent for a good fifteen seconds before he bursts out laughing, spatula in hand.
"Which piercing?"
Their booking form is very detailed, courtesy of Felix himself, so a bit of scrolling is all he needs to find the information that Hyunjin's asking for.
"…A clit piercing," Felix utters, mildly horrified. "They attached my photo as reference."
Hyunjin's laughter continues, loud and clear. Felix buries his face into his arms.
In the span of time it takes for Felix's piercing to completely heal, the shop pierces a total of eleven women.
Jeongin, understandably confused, wonders one day — out loud — where the sudden uptick in demand of clit piercings is coming from. Felix splutters out something nonsensical and retreats to hide in the stockroom until his blush fades.
What's worse is that some of these women have shown that photo to Chan and Jeongin as an example of what they want, so while his friends (and colleagues) don't know it's him, they now know exactly what he looks like down there after a nice round of missionary sex.
It's mortifying to Felix, although Hyunjin doesn't seem to think so. They've gotten their fair share of cock piercing appointments too, some bookings complete with Hyunjin's photo, but the guy seems to take each appointment in stride.
"You don't think it's a compliment?" Hyunjin asks him one night.
They've just gotten home from work, where Hyunjin's pierced the shop's twelfth clit piercing in two months — a walk-in, this time.
"A compliment?"
"People are so inspired by your piercing that they want to get one as well. It's not an easy piercing to get or to take care of, but they saw that photo and decided it's what they wanted. You did that."
"I — well —"
He trails after Hyunjin into the shower, where he watches his boyfriend set out two towels and two sets of clothes.
"I told you, didn't I?"
Hyunjin pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it into the laundry basket. His belt goes next, coiled up and set onto the edge of the sink, then his pants drop around his ankles before he hops out of them and kicks them up into his grasp.
"Told me what?" Felix asks, slightly distracted.
"I told you you have a really pretty clit."
Hyunjin's underwear joins the other clothing items in the basket. With a lingering look, he disappears into the shower, leaving Felix standing by the doorway and feeling a little too hot around the collar.
He swallows, throat dry, and strips down to the nude in record speed. Hyunjin is already mid-shampoo when Felix yanks open the shower door and squeezes his way in.
It's more than a little unceremonious, the way he grabs Hyunjin by the shoulders and yanks him down. He tastes the tiniest bit of shampoo when their mouths meet, most of the shower's spray blocked by Hyunjin's back but managing to find a path down his arms anyway.
"I'm healed now, right? You can touch me now."
Hyunjin presses another kiss to his mouth, hands fitting into the dips of his waist.
"I can," he confirms. "I will."
He pushes Felix's hair out of his eyes, the look on his face a mixture of affection and desire.
"But after this shower. Let me wash your hair?"
Felix's instinct is to protest, to drag Hyunjin out of the shower and into their bed, dripping wet. But he chooses to ignore the need between his legs in favour of nodding, and he's rewarded with a kiss to the forehead before Hyunjin's lathering up a dollop of shampoo.
He's squeaky clean by the time they shut the water off, and he didn't even have to lift a finger. So he decides to do his part now, wrapping Hyunjin up in one towel while he uses the other to scrub at his head.
"O-kay," Hyunjin laughs, trying to duck out from underneath the vigorous rubbing. "You might rub a chunk of my hair out at this rate."
He does let Felix continue to pat the rest of his body dry, and the laugh he lets out when Felix insists that clothes aren't necessary is music to Felix's ears.
"What an eager beaver," Hyunjin murmurs, fond. He picks Felix up, both hands under his thighs, and embarks on the extremely short journey from en suite to the bed. "You know, sometimes I get a little worried that this eagerness you have won't last forever."
With his newfound height advantage, it's markedly easier for Felix to smack him on the back of his head.
"Don't be stupid," Felix huffs. "The only difference between me now and me when I'm sixty will be the stamina. And, and maybe I'll want to go to bed a little earlier, but you'll just have to adapt, huh?"
Hyunjin laughs, the softness of his gaze a stark contrast to what Felix can feel against his bottom.
"We can go to bed earlier together when we're sixty," he promises. "In fact, I look forward to it."
"Okay, but right now you have other things to do," Felix says, digging his heels into Hyunjin's back. Hyunjin hoists him a little higher, and his healed piercing rubs up against the flat plane of Hyunjin's stomach with the movement. The sensation sends a nice little tingle down Felix's spine, and he points a shaky finger down at the bed. "Chop chop!"