You held down the slightly chilly wet tissue down against the paste-on tattoo, filling up the space of his bare back with yet another one. The ambience of his room was calming, his windows closed and the curtains drawn, door locked, and a few small scented candles lit. You could hear his mild annoyance from his tone as he complained quietly yet again.

“It’s cold.”

Despite that all, his hands continued to cup the back of your thighs as you straddled him, his thumbs stroking the skin as he allowed you to do as you pleased. You leaned forward, your gaze meeting his as you asked if he’d like you to get up, to which he huffed, his grip on your thighs tightening in a silent ‘no’. With a satisfactory smile, you reached to his desk, where you took yet another sticker tattoo with one hand, the other still pressing the tissue down gently.