“You’re doing good,” Choso murmurs over the gentle buzz of his tattoo needle as it presses to the skin of your thigh, painting your soft skin in a beautiful dark ink design. You don’t even flinch as the tip of his tattoo gun presses to the sensitive flesh of your thigh. You just take it like a champ.

“How’s the pain?” he murmurs, brushing his dark fringe back from his face, dark latex gloves on his fingers as he gently wipes the excess ink from the skin of your thigh.

“It’s…. okay,” you mutter and Choso’s eyes drag up to your face and his fingers tighten around the tattoo gun as he wets his lips. Your facial expression is slightly pinched, your brows furrowed, and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Fuck, he likes that a little too much.

“Yeah? You’re taking it well,” he mutters as he goes back to the tattoo and wills himself to focus, refusing to fuck this up. You’re one of his favourite customers — you’ve already gotten a few of his pieces on you, and your skin is so lovely to tattoo; smooth and soft and when it has dark ink, it looks like a piece of fucking art.

The soft buzz fills the back room of the parlour he owns, and you fall into a quiet as he concentrates. He likes that he doesn’t have to talk — some of his customers chatter non stop or require reassurance which he can give, but when he’s tattooing he likes the quiet, the focus, and you never push for more chatter than he’s willing to give, letting him work in peace. It’s probably why you’re one of his favourites — the favourite at this point.

His tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as the ink is pressed to the skin of your thigh. The design is one of his favourites — a cascade of spider lillies down the side of your thigh, ending just above your knee, curved around your thigh and shaded delicately.

“Alright,” he mutters as he leans back and scans over the reddened skin and the ink painting it. “Almost done, just need to finish off the shading,” he mutters as his eyes flit up to yours and then away. “Hold still yeah?”