Karat Wyndham (facilitating) wrote in colosseum, @ 2013-11-29 19:43:00 |
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"You know," one of the stylists drawled, "you could save so much time if you were to get something a bit more permanent done." Karat sighed softly, rolling his eyes rather than shaking his head. He couldn't move his head just then. It was a lot of work, getting each of the tiny, expensive gems adhered to his skin. The pattern changed all the time. This morning, he was getting a swirling filigree pattern in silver and gold. "I'm much too fickle for that, darling," Karat answered when he could move his lips again, carefully practiced at talking without moving his face too much. "I do have a tattoo, though it's not on my face." The twinkle in Karat's eye gave him away, that it was something in a much more risque place. "I simply must see," the other stylist gushed. "When I finish your design, you must show me." Even though Karat wasn't a fan of being bossed around, he couldn't help but smile at her insistence. "If you're good," was all he said, with a wink. When the gems were applied to Karat's satisfaction - the design just as gorgeous as it'd looked on paper - he stood and peered into the mirror for a long moment. "The tattoo?" the eager stylist asked, and Karat grinned. "Oh, all right, if you insist," Karat undid his pants, unzipping and lowering them down slowly. It wasn't a large tattoo, nor was it very detailed. On the side of his hip, just to the side of that pelvic muscle that made a "V" shape pointing downward, there were a few small words written in beautiful script. Enjoy yourself. The stylist giggled, batting her eyes at Karat. "Is that an invitation?" It was far from the first time he'd been asked that, and he had a reply at the ready. "It's a reminder, love." |