ah, myv, your tatts kill me with their smex
inspired by myv's very hot, very amazing tatt. congrats on your marriage and impending fatherhood, miyavi-san.
You rub the taut muscles of his abdomen, caressing to just below his bellybutton. “Hey, you know that J-rocker Miyavi?”
“Vaguely.” He’s always been more interested in pop, hip-hop, and other genres more given to dancing.
You suppose Myv’s music isn’t high on the list of dance songs. “He has a tattoo just here.” You trace an upward curve under his sexy innie.
“Yea?” He obviously has an idea of where this is headed.
“Yoochun told me what it means since it is in English.” You glance from those dark, hungry eyes to the beautiful skin of his lower abs. “It says ‘Don’t hesitate and go.’”
“Mhm.” Your dancing fingers have distracted him from the conversation. The deep-throated purr gives him away. Every time.
“I think you should get one just like it.” Stilling your fingers, you look back into his eyes just in time to see your words register.
“What? Why the hell?”
Slinking your way on top of him, skin brushing tantalizing bare skin, you murmur in his ear. “As an engraved personal invitation to me.”
Slipping his beautifully long-fingered hands into your hair, he breathes a husky laugh. “I’d have to tatt my whole body.”
You pause half an inch from his lips, brow furrowing in confusion.
“Baby, my whole body is your own engraved personal invitation.”
You rub the taut muscles of his abdomen, caressing to just below his bellybutton. “Hey, you know that J-rocker Miyavi?”
“Vaguely.” He’s always been more interested in pop, hip-hop, and other genres more given to dancing.
You suppose Myv’s music isn’t high on the list of dance songs. “He has a tattoo just here.” You trace an upward curve under his sexy innie.
“Yea?” He obviously has an idea of where this is headed.
“Yoochun told me what it means since it is in English.” You glance from those dark, hungry eyes to the beautiful skin of his lower abs. “It says ‘Don’t hesitate and go.’”
“Mhm.” Your dancing fingers have distracted him from the conversation. The deep-throated purr gives him away. Every time.
“I think you should get one just like it.” Stilling your fingers, you look back into his eyes just in time to see your words register.
“What? Why the hell?”
Slinking your way on top of him, skin brushing tantalizing bare skin, you murmur in his ear. “As an engraved personal invitation to me.”
Slipping his beautifully long-fingered hands into your hair, he breathes a husky laugh. “I’d have to tatt my whole body.”
You pause half an inch from his lips, brow furrowing in confusion.
“Baby, my whole body is your own engraved personal invitation.”