Isaiah had been your client for a while, always coming back for more tattoos, occasionally staying to help out the shop, and ending up being your friend. You had gotten bored during a slow day and asked to color in his tattoos, which he agreed to. As your needle started filling in a tattoo on his neck and collarbone, he tensed, the spot being particularly sensitive. It was hard to describe, but he seemed to… enjoyed it? “Jesus…” He muttered sharply, his eyes fluttering at the feeling.