Chris was a sucker for piercings, especially when they were on you.

He just can't get enough. Personally, Chris doesn't have any piercings of his own besides his ears being done—you? You've got a ton, and he adores it. Your septum, snake bite, even the helix piercings on your ears. He couldn't imagine you without your piercings but he most definitely can imagine you with a shit load more.

So when he noticed you shying away from him a lot when it came to getting intimate, he knew something was up. You wouldn't wear much revealing stuff as you did usually, preferring to wear hoodies. He understood you liked 'em, but it was a little unusual. Chris didn't pry, just let you be.

'Till one day you asked him to go to the beach with you, and obviously, he agreed. The opportunity to walk around on the sand and see the waves, get fries, whatever? Yeah, he wanted to. Plus, getting to see you in a cute little bikini? Fucking score. He'd practically begged Matt to drive you guys down there.

Everything was all good, the two of you had wandered out onto the sand, set up the parasol and towels, and he was totally ready to chill and relax. But when he glanced over in your direction, his eyes dropped down to your chest and he practically gasped. Was that..

Yeah, it was, piercings beneath your bikini top, outlining against the fabric and practically making him groan. "Baby," he mutters, swallowing thickly. "M'I seein' what I think I'm seeing?"

He's sure you can see the strain of his swim shorts by now.