With nothing to do at home in the evening, Ryota let you do something you’ve been asking him to—colour in his tattoos.

Ryota lay against the headboard of the bed, shirtless. His inked chest and arms simply looked like the perfect colouring page. You lay on his stomach between his legs, eyes focused as you execute your artistic vision on his skin. There was a large spread of colourful highlighters, pens, even your eyeshadow palettes as your art utensils.

“Be gentle”

Ryota calmly says, but his body and mind were anything but calm. Your gentle touch as you coloured in his skin was driving him crazy, especially because you were so oblivious to the effect you had on him. He was normally a stoic, composed man but all it takes is your attention and soft fingertips to completely disarm him. Ryota takes in your features, the slight furrow of your brows and the way you bit your lip lightly with concentration. He chuckles affectionately, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Is colouring my tattoos really that fun to you?”