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II has all kinds of tattoos and piercings while Vessel has none of the sort (the poor man is deathly afraid of needles). That doesn’t stop II from trying to convince him though. “Please, Lovie, you’d be so pretty,” he would whisper, his face buried into the side of Vessel’s neck as they laid together.
II would slip his hand underneath Vessel’s shirt as he fantasized about his idea of his taller partner being pierced and covered in the most beautiful gold jewelry. The drummer listed off all kinds of things, a standard belly button piercing, a double, a floating navel, while his fingers traced over Vessel’s stomach.
II’s hand would then move further up and he would suggest nipple piercings instead. The idea made Vessel squirm and let out a small, flustered noise that II would laugh at.
The drummer’s hand would then slide back down his singer’s torso and resting it on his hip before giving another suggestion, “Doesn’t have to be one everyone can see.” II would say, smirking with his fingers dangerously close to Vessel’s waistband.
Often, Vessel would blush and just give in, telling his boyfriend that he’d 'think about it'. II, being the good partner he was, would again laugh, assure Vessel that he was just teasing, press a kiss to the other man’s cheek, and wish him a good night before snuggling up against Vessel’s side.