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The man that approaches the counter seems like the kind of customer here for a tattoo. He already has ink on his face, so Aaron turns away from the tinkling front bell back to his laptop, scrolling the new jewelry catalogue. He had some regulars that liked to buy through him, and he was always on the lookout for the next piece to refresh or add to their collections.
"Aaron, he wants jewelry."
He flicks his eyes up from his screen and sighs, somewhat annoyed at being interrupted, but he trades off with Andrew at the counter and talks the man through the paperwork. When he sits on the table in the back, he removes his shirt, and Aaron huffs out a surprised noise. "What are you doing?"
"You can't pierce my nipples with my shirt on, can you?" he asks back, his tone sharp and his eyebrow pinched in a particularly bitchy way.
"You want your nipples pierced?" Aaron scoffs, scooting closer on his swivel chair to grab one of the man's pecs and give his nipples a look. They should be fine, he supposes. "I would have thought you were going for some lip rings or an eyebrow piercing to compliment the queen on your cheek."
"Glad to subvert your expectations. Did you even listen when I was talking earlier?"
"Nope. And I don't care." Aaron rolls his eyes. "You can't get any of the fun jewelry until after they heal. Will that be a problem?"
"It's a little disappointing, but not the end of the world."
Aaron nods and pulls his knees apart, scooting forward between them as he looks at his chest. "You're a little uneven. Do you want it to look symmetrical from a distance or do you care more about balance?"
"Balance, I guess. I'm going to look hot whether or not they're symmetrical."
Aaron rolls his eyes again before he kicks away on his chair. "Makes my job easier, then. Go head and lay on your back. Cross your arms behind your head. I fucking hope you have deodorant on."
"You're such a dick, I wish I wasn't wearing any."
"Yeah?" Aaron asks, not even trying to hide his smirk as he looks at the man's reflection and says, "So, you're stinky? What a shame." As he's spluttering, face turning red, Aaron adds on, "You're not hot enough to stink. Smart choice wearing it."
When he turns back with his tray, jewelry and fresh tools laid out neatly, the man is glaring up at the ceiling. He's practically pouting. But he looks hot, Aaron decides, after giving his lengthy body an appreciative once-over.
"So, this is going to hurt. When I tell you to breathe, you do as I say. It'll help with the pain and keep you from flinching or cringing, which will effect the piercing. Do you think you can do that?"
"Do what?"
"Be a good boy and listen to me," Aaron says, as drily as possible. It's worth it to watch the way the man's eyes flit nervously back to the ceiling as his blush creeps further down his neck. His answer is a single, jerky nod, and Aaron grins at him. He shaves the mans chest quickly with a disposable razor and makes sure his skin is clean before he takes out the piercing forceps. "An honest question, it's embarassing, but do you get hard when someone touches your nipples?"
The man tries to cover his embarrassment with a cough before he nods again.
"So, you're probably going to get hard. You may even enjoy the process. I'm not going to get angry or give you shit, got it? I'm doing my job. So don't freak out on me, especially when I have a needle in you."
"Has that happened before?" he asks quietly.
"You have no idea."
"I won't freak out if you don't freak out."
Aaron snorts out a laugh. "Alright, big guy." He opens the forceps he's been holding in his fist, warming them up. It's the first time in a long while that Aaron has found his thoughts wandering far from professional to somewhere indulging when he hears the sharp inhale from the man on his table. He arches his upper back just barely before sighing out a slow breath and relaxing again. "This is going to be a sharp pain," Aaron says quietly as he lines his needle up. "Take a deep breath, and… out, slowly," he mumbles, pushing the needle through. It goes easily, but the man's exhale quickly rises in pitch, turning into a whimper that has Aaron's own dick stirring. "You have to relax."
Blasted pupils blink at him before the man forcefully relaxes his upper back. He's trying and failing to regulate his heavy breathing.
"I'm gonna do the next part fast so it doesn't—" he pauses. He can't say so it doesn't turn you on as much. "So it doesn't feel…"
"As good?" he offers. And fuck, his voice is breathy, eyes wide as he watches Aaron.
"Sure. As good," he says through his teeth.
Aaron wheels his stool around to the far side once he finishes the first piercing, trying not to stare too obviously at the way the man flinches when he pinches the flesh just around Kevin's nipple. "You need a break?"
"No. The other— I need you to hurry."
This time he snorts back a mean laugh. "God, you fucking masochist," he says as he lines up the forceps. This time he doesn't give the man breathing instructions, instead interrupting the start of a bitchy remark with the needle passing through his nipple. This time the man's back arches high and Aaron covers his mouth to stifle the needy sound he's doing nothing to hold back.
His breaths are hot against Aaron's palm, hands clutching his wrist as he pushes up into the touch against his chest when Aaron positions the jewelry to thread it through.
"Deep breath. Last pass, then you're free."
He keeps his hand over the man's mouth as he pulls the needle back and the jewelry into place. Aaron tries to be as careful as possible screwing the ball on the end, but the man on his table is practically moaning with every breath. When Aaron gently moves the bar to center the piercing, his chest caves in around a shaky moan. "Aaron!" he cries in the prettiest voice he's heard in a while. He can't ignore his own arousal any more.
He stands and grabs the man's jaw. "I'm going to kick everyone out of the shop, and then I'm going to blow you."
"Jesus fucking christ," he sighs out, nodding despite tight grip on his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I fucking want that."
Aaron peels off his gloves and makes his way to the office. "I'll close up," he says to his twin and cousin. "You two head home."
Nicky practically moans his gratitude and runs out the door, but Andrew leans against the door frame as he holds the keys out for Aaron. He doesn't let go when he reaches for them. "I never saw that last guy leave."
"Yeah? You're going to judge me?"
"Of course."
"Get Josten off our couch and then you can. Until then," Aaron says, jerking his head to the front door. "Get out."
Andrew shakes his head in annoyed amusement. Before he shuts the door behind himself, however, he calls out over his shoulder, "His name is Kevin, by the way."
Aaron throws an empty trash bin at the door as it closes, but he decides ultimately to leave his anger at the door before he quickly makes his way back to his piercing booth. The man, Kevin, is still on his back, breathing hard. Aaron grabs his jaw and holds him steady as he kisses him, climbing onto his table and straddling the man's waist. A shaky tongue presses against Aaron's lower lip, running across his lip rings before pressing past. The way he moans when he rubs his tongue against Aaron's tongue piercing has the blond stifling his own quiet sound. He pulls back, still holding Kevin's jaw, and says, "Shop's empty. Don't hold back. Wanna hear you."
Kevin nods his head eagerly, arching his chest into Aaron's hand he places there. His heart is hammering in his chest, and if Aaron wasn't so good at what he did and worried about his reputation, he'd flick Kevin's new piercing to hear him whine. He'll have to use his other skills instead, sadly.
Aaron kisses his way down Kevin's chest and abdomen, finally allowing himself to appreciate the muscle on display. He didn't seem like one of those gym rats that starved himself, the muscle covered by a healthy layer of soft fat that Aaron takes the time to suck between his lips and bite down around. Each time, Kevin whimpers and his hips rise off the table. He's hard, his dick straining in his pants rubbing against Aaron's chest as he pleads for him to stop teasing.
"Look at me," Aaron demands as he unbuttons and unzips his tight jeans, taking a moment to appreciate the glassy eyes that Kevin tries to focus on him. "I want you to fuck my mouth, yeah?"
"Fuck," is all Kevin manages to reply, his fingers digging in against Aaron's shoulders.
"But first, I get to have some fun."
That earns him a string of curses that rise in pitch as he pulls Kevin's cock free from his briefs and presses a messy kiss to the tip. He watches closely as he runs his tongue back and forth against the head, quickly overstimulating Kevin with the pleasure until fingers thread in his hair and yank his mouth away. Before he can complain, howver, Aaron coos, "Good boy," before he starts kissing at the underside of his cock.
Kevin's hips are rising off of the table in slow, shaky thrusts, begging for more touch that Aaron isn't ready to grant just yet. He's content to tease, to lick messily at Kevin's length before using his fingers to spread it, to slick his warm skin so each flick of his wrist is nothing but pleasure.
He's high on the pleas that have been whimpered to the ceiling, at the sight of Kevin biting his bottom lip raw. He sits up to get a better look, lapping it up as he keeps his fist working Kevin's weeping cock.
"I'm going to get off the table. You're going to scoot to the end. I want to blow you, and I'm getting impatient. Thing there's enough blood not coursing through your massive fucking dick to understand?"
Kevin manages to glare at Aaron before the expression is quickly wiped off his face with a press of Aaron's thumb against the sensitive head on the next pass of his fist.
"Answer me."
"Yes. I want you to shut up."
"Why?" Aaron is grinning as he stands from the table then drops to his knees. "You like it. What's the problem?"
"I'm trying not to come too fast, asshole," Kevin huffs out as he scoots towards the end. His knees bracket Aaron's shoulders and the fingers he laces in the blonde's hair are trembling. "You're hot and it's annoying."
"Poor thing," Aaron coos in mock pity as he spits on his hand before wrapping his fingers back around. "Let me make it better for you."
"Go f-fuuuuuuck!" Kevin hisses out, nails scratching against Aaron's scalp as he watches him bob his head halfway down his length, cheeks hollowed, tracing the underside of his cock with his tongue piercing. "Jesus fucking christ, Aaron."
"You actually sound good like that, saying my name," Aaron says as he kisses his way down to Kevin's balls. "Wanna know how you could be hotter?"
"How?"
"Let me pierce your dick next time," Aaron says as he kisses the base, just above Kevin's balls. "You'd rock a Jacob's Ladder. I'd pierce you here," Aaron murmurs before kissing a spot about an inch higher than the previous, running the ball piercing in his tongue over the spot. "Then here," he says, repeating the same action an inch higher. Up the length of Kevin's dick, his fingers yanking at Aaron's hair as his moans grow higher in pitch. "And then, maybe, I could give you a Prince Albert," he says before running his tongue flat across his cockhead, humming happily at the taste of Kevin's pre.
"I'd let you pierce my taint if you wanted," Kevin huffs out, guiding Aaron's mouth over his cock. "Whatever you want, if you'd just fucking blow me."
Aaron winks up at Kevin before he sucks his cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowed and tongue massaging the underside. He lets him take over, just briefly, shallowly fucking Aaron's mouth as his hips shift and the table creaks under the effort of it all.
Aaron shoves his arm between his legs, sighing out of his nose as he tries to offer himself some relief. He moans and Kevin is taken by surprise, arms tensing and pulling Aaron down to gag on his tip against the back of his throat. He barely stifles a truly pitiful whimper of Aaron's name before trying to yank him backwards as he comes. A bit lands against his tongue, but the rest splatters against Aaron's cheek as Kevin holds his face steady and continues whining his name above.
He groans in mild annoyance once finally released, reaching for some of the napkins on his piercing tray to wipe his face. Kevin stops him, taking them with trembling fingers before doing it himself. When he's satisfied with his work, he pulls Aaron to his feet and kisses him, his hands trailing down his backside. Aaron stops him before they reach his ass, laughing meanly at the pitiful noise Kevin makes when he's stopped. "I want—"
"I don't," Aaron says, squeezing his wrists before placing Kevin's hands in his lap. "At least, not this time."
"You want me to come back?" Kevin asks, sounding adorably hopeful.
Aaron curls his lip in disgust. "I expect you back in three weeks to check the progress of your healing."
Kevin leans in, eyes zeroed in on Aaron's mouth. "Nothing sooner? I can't take you to dinner?"
"I get this feeling I'm not the kind of guy you're into," Aaron mutters, eyes sweeping Kevin's torso barren of any other ink or piercings. "Don't sweat it. I don't expect—"
"What do you mean, the kind of guy I'm into?"
"I don't have a dick, and I don't bottom. You're practically twice my size, dude. Again, don't sweat it—"
"You're really fucking hot, first off. I don't care how short you are. And, anyways — I kinda prefer bottoming. So, try again. Can I take you for dinner?"
"Ask me after your next appointment," Aaron says after a tense moment. "If you even remember to show up for it."
"It's all I'm going to be able to think about," Kevin rushes out, leaning in. He drops his eyes to Aaron's mouth again, completely unashamed, and the blond sighs in annoyance before pressing a quick, close-lipped kiss to his.
"Sure you will. Get out of my studio."
Kevin gives Aaron another appreciative once-over as he puts his shirt back on, accepting the care sheet and a small sample of piercing cleaner. He notices the card on the top and flips it over, pausing and staring at the pen scribbled on the back.
"This is your personal—?"
"Don't make me regret it. Make it back to your appointment and I'll let you take me out."
Kevin shouldn't be so fucking beautiful smiling at Aaron as he shoves him out the front door. He locks it and quickly retreats into the office, hiding away from pretty green eyes.
He's fucked, he decides. Royally, absolutely fucked.