After an evening spent huffing and whining and - much to his amusement - slight moaning, you lay there exhausted.

"First tattoo," He sets down his equipment, occasionally smiling down at you. "didn't hurt too bad, did it?"

With a grunt, you pick yourself up to look in the mirror. It would probably boost up his ego even higher, but the tattoo looks amazing.

Your first tattoo, that Liam insisted to do.