It didn't take much to get Vlad half-naked, and Stefan and his wandering hands were glad for it. Seeing his Master like this was...well, the boy was more than a little enamored. The whole of Vlad's chest was covered with an extensive, gorgeous tattoo that resembled armor, in some measure. It was the first time he'd seen the whole work, only getting glimpses before thanks to Vlad's shirts and robe.
Gently, he traced out the lines of ink that went down along his arms, disappearing into the gloves he was still wearing, and a breath got caught in his throat. He worked a hand back up and let it lay over Vlad's chest, feeling warm muscle and dark hair there. There was a very real urge to lean in and press kisses along the ink, but he stopped himself and instead just stared at Vlad, waiting with growing arousal thrumming beneath his skin.