Justin groaned softly, Simon's arousal feeding his own. He leaned back a little, tracing the words on Simon's chest. He would always be fascinated by the patterns the ink made. "You should get...more. Little stars, on your feet, up your ankle and leg. And I shall kiss each one, just like your freckles," he mused. "You are beautiful enough to break my heart, if it weren't already a little broken," he said, softer.