...With a laugh, Vic opened the drawer on the table next to him. Whatever he extracted hid easily in his large hands. Matt tugged at his elbow, eager to see the gift. “What is it?”

Vic opened his hands and held out a small booklet of temporary tattoos. Matt stared at them, confused. “Why’d you get these?” he asked, taking the booklet from Vic. He flipped through it—the tattoos were black, and all of the same Chinese character. Some were large, the size of his palm; some were tiny little rows of the same symbol, written over and over again. Matt turned the booklet over and saw the design printed on the cover, the word LOVE written beneath it. He laughed. “How sweet. This doesn’t change my mind, though. I still want that damn heart.”

“This is just for fun,” Vic told him. Taking the booklet, he tore out the first page, then handed the rest to Matt. “There are some instructions on the back. Read them to me. Where do you want this one?”

Laying back against the pillows, Matt pulled down the bed sheets to expose his hip. “Here?” he asked, pointing to a flat spot low on his belly. His stomach fluttered when Vic touched it. “How does it stick to the skin?”

“Read the directions,” Vic said again.

Matt frowned at the booklet, trying to read the fine print typed on the back cover. “Apply to clean, damp skin—”

A warm tongue licked the spot Matt chose. The sensation, so sudden and unexpected, ignited his blood and tented the sheet covering his crotch. If that was how they were going to play, Matt could think of a dozen other places to put that tattoo. With a shaky laugh, he pulled the sheets over an inch closer to his groin and pointed again. “Maybe here instead.”

Vic’s tongue darted out to lick that place, too. Dropping the book of temporary tattoos, Matt gripped his hard cock through the sheets and gasped. As he watched, Vic nosed the sheet aside, his tongue licking beneath the fabric to wet down kinked curls. He found the root of Matt’s shaft, licked beneath it to taste his fuzzy nuts, then leaned in to close his mouth around the base of Matt’s erection. “God,” Matt sighed.

Vic’s breath tickled Matt’s saliva slicked skin. “Well?” he asked. “What next?”

Matt fumbled for the booklet. “Um…” The words swam before him, unreadable. His nerves buzzed, his mind a blur—Vic’s body was a familiar weight against his legs, and Matt couldn’t concentrate on the fine print with his lover’s tongue lapping his hip like a grooming cat. He wanted that tongue beneath the sheet again, around his dick. Could they put the tattoo there?

::Matty.:: Vic nudged him with his mind, a loving touch. Aloud he asked, “What’s next?”

“Press tattoo onto skin.” Matt watched Vic position the tattoo on his hip, then press it down with one heavy hand. “Um, wet the back of the tat—”

Vic licked out again, this time wetting the paper stuck to Matt’s hip. His tongue swirled over the white paper, dampening it, until it seemed to dissolve into Matt’s skin. The black ink of the tattoo showed through the transparent paper in dark contrast to Matt’s pale skin. When it was good and wet, Vic glanced up at Matt, who breathed, “Peel it off carefully.”

With gentle fingers, Vic peeled the paper backing away, leaving the dark tattoo in its place. Tentatively Matt touched it, smoothed it down. Reaching for the tattoo booklet, Vic asked, “Where do you want the next one?”

Matt imagined himself on his stomach, ass in the air, as Vic licked another tattoo onto the tender flesh of his inner thigh, just below his buttocks. Catching that thought, Vic’s grin widened. “Flip over, lover boy.”