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Sunoo knew this was a bad, bad idea.
When Riki had strolled into the tattoo shop earlier that afternoon, all long limbs and mischievous smiles, Sunoo had felt his heart stutter in his chest. Riki had that effect on people—on him, specifically—and it annoyed him to no end. He wasn’t supposed to get flustered by clients, especially ones like Riki, who flirted shamelessly and seemed to enjoy seeing Sunoo squirm.
But now? Now, Sunoo was in trouble.
The shop’s main chair had been broken earlier that week, and Sunoo—desperate to finish the intricate tattoo Riki had requested—had made a decision he was already regretting. Instead of perching awkwardly beside Riki, Sunoo had taken a seat on his lap to reach the right angle. It was practical. Logical, even. Or so he’d told himself.
Except nothing about this situation felt logical anymore.
Sunoo’s thighs straddled Riki’s legs, his body close enough to feel every shift of Riki’s breathing. His tattoo machine buzzed steadily in his hand, but Sunoo couldn’t focus—not when Riki’s hands were casually resting on his hips, fingers flexing just slightly as if testing the boundaries.
“You comfortable up there?” Riki’s voice broke through the tense silence, teasing and soft, but far too close.
Sunoo swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. “I said no talking, or staring,” he mumbled, his voice barely steady.
“But you look cute when you’re concentrating,” Riki replied, his tone smooth, like he wasn’t fazed at all by the intimacy of their position. Sunoo, on the other hand, was burning up, his cheeks flushing bright red.
“I’m gonna mess up the tattoo if you keep distracting me,” Sunoo bit out, trying to sound annoyed.
“You wouldn’t mess up.” Riki’s voice was softer this time, the playful edge replaced with something warmer. His hand slid up slightly—just enough to make Sunoo’s breath hitch—as he added, “You’re good at this. You’re good at everything.”
Sunoo’s hand froze, the machine clicking off as the words settled in the air. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound the faint hum of the shop’s radio in the background. Sunoo could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, the weight of Riki’s gaze like a brand against his skin.
“Riki…” Sunoo finally managed, his voice uncertain, but he didn’t know what he was going to say. ‘Stop teasing me? Let me focus?’ None of it would come out.
Riki shifted beneath him, his thigh brushing up in a way that made Sunoo gasp involuntarily, his fingers gripping Riki’s shoulder for balance. That’s when he felt it—the problem.
Heat shot through him as realization set in, and his eyes snapped up to meet Riki’s. The corner of Riki’s mouth curled into a smirk, though his eyes held something softer, something nervous.
“Really?” Sunoo managed, though his voice came out breathless.
“Not my fault you’re on my lap like this,” Riki shot back, his words bold but his voice quieter now, like he wasn’t quite as confident as he wanted to seem.
Sunoo opened his mouth to retort, but the words died as Riki leaned in, closing the space between them inch by inch. Sunoo could feel his breath on his lips, warm and unsteady, and his heart stuttered.
“Tell me to stop, and i will,” Riki whispered.
But Sunoo didn’t want to.
Instead, Sunoo closed the distance, his lips crashing against Riki’s in a kiss that felt like a dam breaking. Riki groaned softly, his arms wrapping around Sunoo’s waist to pull him closer—so close Sunoo could feel every inch of him beneath him. The kiss deepened quickly, Riki’s mouth moving against Sunoo’s like he’d been waiting for this for far too long. Sunoo melted into it, his hands sliding up to cup Riki’s face, fingers threading through his hair as the tension between them finally snapped.
Riki pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips, “You’re not so shy after all.”
“Shut up,” Sunoo shot back, though his words were breathless, a smile tugging at his lips as he kissed him again—slower this time, softer, like he was savoring it. Riki’s grip on his waist tightened, grounding them both, and for once, Sunoo let himself forget about the tattoo, the shop, everything.
When they finally broke apart, both of them panting, Sunoo rested his forehead against Riki’s, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen.
“This doesn’t mean you get to flirt with me all the time,” Sunoo muttered, though even he couldn’t hide the smile in his voice.
“Oh, it absolutely does,” Riki shot back, grinning. “But first, how about we finish my tattoo before we move onto something else, hmm?”
Sunoo groaned, pulling away just far enough to glare at him. “If you move this time, I swear I’m making you pay double.”
“Deal,” Riki replied, his smirk softening into something fonder as his hands stayed firm on Sunoo’s hips.
And as Sunoo picked up the tattoo machine again, cheeks still flushed and heart racing, he knew there was no going back now.
On the other hand, He couldn’t wait to finish the tattoo.