"I'd love your tattooed arse just as much as your ink-free skin." He'd love Adrian if he turned green and spurted horns. He had loved Adrian's looks and fallen in love with him.
The grip tightened when Adrian pushed back, effectively stopping him. "When will you stop asking for something you aren't ready for?" He pulled out slowly. "I'm not hurting you. Do you get it?" After each word, Stephen pushed in a little until he was completely inside. This time, he didn't wait for Adrian to ask, but pulled out again, and began rocking, steady thrusts until Adrian was truly loose around him. As the speed increased, his fingers closed harder, nails digging into Adrian as he pulled his husband on his cock. "Is this better?"