This wasn't his first time here, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. As if it had become a familiar routine, Gladio shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the rack, then settled into the tattoo chair where he had been inked many times before.

"All yours today, darling," he said, flashing you a playful smirk. "No plan in mind - I'm letting you decide what and where I'll get tattooed."

He knew you didn't mind this arrangement, in fact, you most definitely took pleasure in it. Gladio was well aware of your fondness for muscular men, as you had mentioned it on more than one occasion, and your hands seemed to relish the opportunity to explore his physique.

"Just nowhere on my arms, though - they're already covered thanks to you," he said lightheartedly, watching as you looked through your reference materials and prepped your tools. "You look positively excited. Might as well grow a tail and wag it.”