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“Aye, alright, thanks.” Barty nodded before he hung up his phone with a groan. “Fuck.”

He whined audibly, looking at Regulus for his attention. He groaned again when he didn’t even turn his head.

“What?” Regulus exhaled in annoyance as he looked away from the painting he was doing. He turned to the sofa that Barty was sprawled out over.

“He is all booked up.” Barty pouted as he stretched even more over the sofa.

“So? Get another tattoo artist. We live in London, it won’t be hard.” Regulus scoffed before he turned back to his painting as if Barty’s problem was the least one of his concerns - and to be fair, it probably was - but to Barty, it was a huge deal.

“I can’t just pick someone random without checking them out first. Their art will be on my body permanently.” Barty moved and sat straighter.

“Then, do research. Or wait until the guy you usually go to opens up. Your tour is not for another two weeks, you have time to get it before you leave.” Barty watched as Regulus did strokes with his paintbrush on the canvas. He had always loved to watch Regulus paint, it was a calming thing to observe. He wasn’t sure why he thought so, but he did. Regulus always looked so focused as well. He was truly beautiful when he was focused.

“I don’t.” Barty mumbled as he stood up to look at the painting he was making. He had his easel set up by the window. The sun shone right at him and it made his fair skin glow almost white. Barty and Regulus moved in together when Regulus was just a small, starving artist. Nowadays, he was just as well-known as Barty. They had a nice flat with huge windows and more space than two people could need because of it. “I was supposed to get this done two weeks ago, but I procrastinated and Remus will flip if the tattoo isn’t done for the album release in two days.”

“Sounds like you put yourself in this position.” Regulus muttered. Barty glared down at him as he stood beside him and looked at the painting.

“Help me.” Barty hung over his shoulder as he dipped his brush in new paint. He knew he would have had his head if he did it when it was connected to the canvas.

“What do you want me to do?” Regulus glared at him, shrugging his shoulder to get him off. “I’m not a tattoo artist and I gave you advice. Go do research.”

“Hey, your brother has some pretty nice ink.” Barty pointed out since ‘doing research’ was the last thing he wanted. “Where did he get that done?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus painted another stroke on the canvas. Barty wasn’t sure what it was he was painting yet. It could be something abstract and then Barty would never get it, or it would turn into a picture that Barty could understand. “Ask him.”

“Can’t you ask him?” Barty blinked sweetly at him, Regulus cast him an irritated glare. Sirius didn't like Barty. Regulus and Sirius, though, they had a good relationship but Regulus hated to be the one to reach out. Sirius had to do that for them to talk. “For me?”

“No.” Regulus spoke bluntly, no emotion in his voice or face as he stared at Barty. He furrowed his eyebrows with a pout.

“Please.”

“No.”

“I’ll owe you.” Barty tried, knowing that being in debt to Regulus was something he really didn’t want to be. He spoke from experience.

“Fine.” Regulus hissed as he put his paintbrush and palette down. “But you owe me big.”

“Yes, thank you!” Barty dove and hugged him. Regulus stiffened under his touch. He didn’t return the hug, nor did he make an attempt to stop it, he just stood there until Barty let go. “Thank you.”

“Whatever.” Regulus whispered as he got his phone.

~ * * * ~

Barty stood outside the tattoo parlour the next day. It was kind of a hole, that was Barty’s first thought. A tattoo parlour on the corner of one of the less busy streets. That didn’t bother him though since he had seen Sirius’s tattoos and, from what Regulus told him, he had gotten most of his tattoos done there. Barty trusted that enough to call and book himself in. It wasn’t a busy shop either, so he booked one of the artists for the entire day.

He walked inside, the bell rang over the door as he stepped inside. He looked around at the art on the walls and the pattern of the wallpaper. It was cosy, Barty had to admit. He walked up to the empty front disk and rang the bell. He waited before a woman with long black braided hair and beautiful mahogany skin stepped out from a room in the back that was blocked off by a curtain.

“Hello.” She smiled faintly at him and he was slightly taken aback by her smile. She was really stunning. “How may I help you?”

“I have an appointment booked.” He sneered as he leaned over the disk slightly. “Name’s Barty, gorgeous, though you probably already know who I am.”

He winked at her and her entire face dropped. She glared at him with clear annoyance before she turned towards the curtain.

“Evan!” She called. “He's here and he's all yours.” She turned back and grinned at Barty. “Thank goodness for that.”

“Naw, you don’t wanna tattoo me? That hurts my feelings a little.” Barty bit his lip slightly as he glanced over her body. He was an arse, he knew that. If she was the one who was supposed to tattoo him, he wouldn’t have flirted with her, at least not as much, but she wasn’t so…what was the harm?

Before she had the chance to respond, a guy with chestnut skin, blonde curly hair, green piercing eyes, and tattooed sleeves, stepped out into the main room. Barty guessed that was Evan and also, what were they feeding these tattoo artists? They were both jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

“Ah, right.” Evan frowned when he saw Barty. “Dorcas, are you sure we can’t switch?”

“No way. You should have heard how he talked to me.” The woman, Dorcas if Barty was to assume, patted Evan’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

“What did he say?” Evan stopped her before he could walk away. Dorcas whispered something to Evan and he looked even angrier than he had before. Barty guessed he didn’t like him. Great. “Really?”

Dorcas nodded before she left through the curtain. Barty watched Evan take a deep breath before he nodded to the back room. “Come on.”

Barty followed him. There was a seating area, a door that led to a bathroom - if Barty was to believe the sign - and two other doors that he guessed led to the actual studios. Evan gestured for him to sit in one of the sofas, Evan sat down opposite him. He got a sketch pad out and took the pen from behind his ear.

“So, Barty, you’re here for an album tattoo no?” Evan asked as he flipped through his sketch pad for an empty page.

“You know that? You a fan then?” Barty asked because he doubted someone who just knew of his music or heard his name would know that he got tattoos about his albums whenever he released a new one.

“No, my sister likes your music.” He muttered as he tapped his pen against the paper. “Gosh knows why.”

“Does your sister perhaps resemble you?” Barty asked because that was something he was very curious about. Evan looked good, he could only imagine how she would look.

Evan didn’t look impressed. He stared at him with a blank stare. Barty really liked his eyes, they must be prettier than Regulus’s which was no easy win.

“I will kick you out.” Evan’s tone was hard. It was clear to Barty that he meant that. “Not only do you flirt with my coworker but you flirt with my sister as well as me.”

“I didn’t flirt with you.” Barty countered even if he totally did.

“Sure.” Evan rolled his eyes. “What’s the tattoo you want?”

“Well, I like to give the artist the freedom of how it looks. It can be a variant of the album cover, like this one.” Barty pointed at one of the bigger pieces on his arm. “Or just inspired by what you feel when you hear the songs, but I’m guessing you don’t really wanna hear them. Either way, I give you full creative freedom. I trust you’ll do a great job.”

Evan’s features softened slightly from his words. Barty was to spend the entire day with him so it would benefit if Evan actually liked him. He could be charming, he could be flirty, and while that usually won over most people, being nice worked for the rest. Barty learnt that from his experiences with Regulus who absolutely despised his flirting.

“So, you’d let me do anything to you as long as it’s related to the album in some way?” Evan asked, raising an eyebrow. It had a slit at the end, Barty never realised how attractive an eyebrow slit could be.

“Aye, pretty much.” Barty nodded before he got his phone out. He opened up a picture of it. “Here, that’s the cover.”

Evan accepted his phone. It was a snake coming out of the mouth of a skull. Barty liked snakes and his main genre was rock, so it was a nice cover in his opinion. Evan looked over it and nodded before he handed the phone back. He put his pen to the paper as he began sketching something.

“Where do you think you want it?” Evan glanced up at him, more specifically over his body. Barty resisted a shiver from his stare.

“Either thigh or stomach so it can be a bigger piece.”

“I’ll make a design for both placements and you can choose.”

Barty nodded and they sat in silence for the next minute. Barty didn’t mind because it meant he got to do what he loved most; staring at people being creative. He really loved that. Regulus taught him that watching an artist work was just as beautiful as the creation they made.

“What made you come here in the first place? I thought you had a personal tattoo artist.” Evan muttered, breaking the silence that Barty guessed might have been uncomfortable for him even if Barty found it nice.

“I do, but after I got famous and revealed where I get my ink done…well, he’s pretty busy to squeeze even me into his schedule.” Barty shrugged. “My mate’s brother got his tattoos here so I decided to check it out. He has some sick ones.”

“Name? I’ll probably know who you mean.”

“Sirius Black.” Barty answered. Evan’s movements with his hand froze as he glanced back up at Barty.

“You know Sirius?” Evan cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Not really, but his brother is my best friend.”

“Oh, I’ve heard stories of you then.” Evan chuckled. “I did the star map on his back as well as his hand tattoos.” Evan turned back to the paper. “And the dog on his arm. Dorcas usually does him though because they like to gossip.”

Barty wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. He had heard stories about him? Barty guessed that made sense, he and Sirius had quite the history.

“I like the dog.” Barty decided after another moment of silence. The tattoos on Sirius’s hands weren’t too complex, but the dog was and it was stunning. He would have to ask to see Sirius’s back at some point because he was suddenly very interested.

“Thanks.” Evan whispered, almost as if he was shy. Maybe he was just bad at taking compliments. It was quiet for another moment before Evan spoke up again. “I have this concept for you.”

He handed the sketch pad over for Barty to see the two designs. Evan pointed at them and explained his thought process as well as how he was thinking about placement. Barty was sold on both of them, they were truly stunning, but the way Evan’s eyes looked when he spoke about the stomach tattoo was enough to tip the scale for him.

“I want the stomach one.” Barty nodded as he pointed at the sketch. It was a snake that was wrapped around a skull. Its head rested on it while its tail hung down slightly lower. There were some leaves underneath it and Barty really liked it.

“Okay. Can I have a look then before I draw out the full design?” Evan asked. Barty nodded as he pulled his sleeveless shirt off. No hesitation, no shame.

Evan looked away quickly, clearly shocked by how quickly he had done that.

“I thought you wanted to see?” Barty giggled as he leaned back on the sofa. Evan’s face was a shade deeper when he looked back.

“I just…usually people don’t just take their shirts off like that.” Evan mumbled as he stood. He gestured for Barty to do the same as he took him over to a mirror. “Mind if I touch you?”

“Go ahead.” Barty had to really hold back so he didn’t say anything else because he was sure Evan was still set on throwing him out if he flirted with him.

“I can see you have a hip tattoo that goes up here, so I’m thinking I’ll either centre it and let the snake’s tail run down here.” Evan explained, dragging his fingers over Barty’s stomach and down to the other side of his hip as he talked. Barty looked in the mirror as he did. His fingers were warm and slightly rough. Barty wondered why. He had calluses on his fingers from playing guitar, did Evan do something similar? He got goosebumps the more Evan touched him and he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. “Or I’ll move it off to the side and leave the centre in case you want something else there. What are you thinking?”

“I think the centre placement is the best one. It’s an important tattoo so it should be easy to spot.” Barty said. Evan nodded as he lifted his fingers off his skin. Barty almost wished he wouldn’t, but he would feel them again soon enough.

“Okay, great. I’m gonna make a final version and then we’ll get the stencil on you.” Evan said as he sat down again. He opened a drawer and took out an iPad where he once again started drawing. “You can sit down and get your shirt on again. This shouldn’t take too long.”

“Well, if it won’t take too long, might as well leave the shirt off.” Barty sneered as he sat down again. Evan didn’t comment on it, he didn’t threaten him, he just shrugged. “How long have you been doing tattoos?”

“Since I was sixteen, so four years.” Evan mumbled, keeping his eyes glued on the design he was creating. “I’ve been drawing them since I was even younger though.”

“You’re an impressive artist.” Barty meant that. He loved the sketch Evan had shown him as well as the tattoos he had seen on Sirius. He wanted to tell him that he thought so. “It shows that you’ve put a lot of time into it.”

Evan nodded stiffly in response. Barty was pretty sure then that he was right. Evan didn’t handle compliments very well.

“You’re going on tour soon, aren’t you?” Evan asked instead. He didn’t seem to like silence either.

“Did your sister tell you that?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, she did. She’s also dragging me to see you play.” Evan muttered, clearly not excited about the event.

“Really? Here in London?” He asked because he could make stuff happen for them. Evan nodded to confirm. “Hey, if you wanted, I could get you and your sister all access passes as an extra thanks for the tattoo.”

Evan looked up. His eyes widened more the longer he stared at him.

“You…what?!” Evan exclaimed. “You don’t have to do that, money is good enough.”

“Nah, it’s alright. It could be a good surprise for your sister as well.” Barty waved his hand dismissively because he could hook them up easily if he mentioned it was Evan who did his tattoo. “What’s your full name? I’ll get you on the list.”

“Evan Rosier.” He mumbled as he looked down again, his face, once again, a shade deeper.

“Rosier? Like the flower?” Barty asked, putting his name in memory by drawing that connection.

“Yeah, like the flower.”

“Well, consider it done. I’ll get you in.” Barty smiled at him even if Evan wasn’t looking.

He didn’t say anything else after that. Barty wondered if his offer had meant a lot to him in some way because he seemed very taken aback by it. Barty stared at him as he drew, trying to figure him out. Evan was a puzzle he wanted to solve; a puzzle he wanted to see the full picture of once it was done.

“Here.” Evan said a couple of minutes later. He spun the iPad around and showed Barty. His jaw actually dropped when he saw the piece. It was absolutely beautiful. And there was so much detail that went into everything from the scales of the snake to the shading of the skull.

“It’s perfect.” Barty nodded, grinning happily as he met Evan’s eyes. “Let’s get that on my body!”

Evan chuckled softly as he stood. “Let’s get it on your body.”

Barty followed Evan through one of the doors and into the actual tattoo studio. Evan asked him to sit as he went and got the stencil. Barty did as he was asked and sat down in the chair. The room had a lot of framed drawings on the walls. There were two mirrors in there as well.

Barty looked down at the machine that was next to the chair. He got giddy when he saw it. He loved to get tattooed. It might be a weird thing, but he loved it.

Evan returned with the stencil. He closed the door and put it down on the table next to the needle. He grabbed a pair of black gloves before he sat down on a stool next to Barty.

“Let’s see.” He leaned him down in the chair before he leaned over his body. Barty watched as he disinfected the area and shaved it before he rubbed jelly on it and placed the stencil on top. He pressed it to his skin and his body tingled from where he touched him. He pulled his trousers and pants down slightly to get the stencil down on his hip and Barty’s breath actually hitched. For someone who always flirted with people, he was very affected by that man. “Tell me if you wanna change the placement.”

Evan pulled the paper off and all that was left were blue lines on his fair skin where he would tattoo. Evan reached for his hand and helped him up. Barty almost didn’t let go. He was fully starstruck at that point. Regulus taught him a lot of things, but most of all, he taught him that he had a clear thing for artists.

He didn’t think anyone could blame him if the artist looked like Evan.

“Aye, that looks good.” Barty nodded as he looked at himself in the mirror. He spun as he looked at himself, seeing it from different angles. “I really like that.”

“You sure? I can move it.”

“No, it’s great.” Bary smiled as he looked at the tattoo placement. It also fitted nicely with the other tattoos he already had. He wondered if Evan had taken that into account, he probably had. Barty just got more and more impressed by every second he was there.

“You can take a seat again then.” Evan sat down as well, preparing the ink he would use. As well as getting a new needle for the machine. “I’m gonna do the hip part last, but I’ll need you to pull down your trousers a bit more when we get to that. I think we can get this one session if you can take it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” Barty sneered as Evan rubbed more jelly on his stomach. “It’s not my first rodeo.”

“Ready?” Evan asked as he dipped the needle in the ink, the buzzing starting as he leaned over Barty.

“Absolutely.” He responded before he felt the needle pierce his skin. The first minute was always the worst. It took him a moment to get used to it. Barty’s worst tattoo was the one on his ribs and he never wanted to repeat that because he couldn’t relax even after the first few minutes.

Barty didn’t struggle then. He winced for a moment, waiting for the pain to settle, and once it did, he was okay.

“Mind if I talk?” Barty asked once he felt calmer as well as bored of the silence. If he was going to lay there for hours, then he wanted something to do.

“Go for it.” Evan mumbled as he worked. Barty looked at him, completely focused on his work. Barty tried not to think too much about it, mostly because he very much knew the reactions he could have if he did.

Barty babbled when he got permission. He talked about anything that came to his mind. He basically told Evan his life story, skipping some parts about how terrible his father had been to him. In fact, he decided not to mention him at all.

Evan didn’t talk much, he hummed to show that he paid attention, commenting on something occasionally, but most of the time, he was very focused on the tattoo he was making.

“Aye, and then I met Regulus and we moved in together.” Barty said as Evan dipped the needle again. He paused and looked up at him.

“I am very curious about that story.” Evan said before he turned back to Barty’s stomach. “I’ve heard Sirius’s perspective of it.”

“Oh, well, last year I was heading to a party and I was supposed to buy alcohol for it. Regulus worked evenings at this corner shop. He studied during the day and worked several hours after. I’ve always thought he was insane for that, but he’s very hardworking. I walked inside that shop and saw him and, well, my plans changed. You see, Regulus is incredibly hot.”

“So you’re that shallow?” Evan scoffed. Barty wanted to shrug, but he resisted because moving was not something he should do.

“Maybe…that’s not the point.” Barty tried, but Evan didn’t seem to buy it. He, in fact, scoffed again and that actually hurt him. He didn’t want Evan to think he was shallow, and he never cared what people thought, but he cared then. He tried to brush it off. “Anyway, I stayed the rest of Regulus’s shift and flirted with him which he completely ignored. I apologised at the end and bought the alcohol. I offered him to come with me and share a bottle, and for some absurd reason, he agreed.”

“Really? After showing no interest?”

“I know! Reg never told me why he decided to actually do it, so only he knows. We hung out, and nothing more exciting happened than us getting drunk. Sirius was worried and kept calling his phone, and Regulus responded once he had thrown up on my sofa and needed help home because he didn’t want to stay the night.”

“Sirius came and got him and yelled at you.” Evan continued. “He hated you since.”

“Pretty much.” Barty chuckled. That was what had happened. Sirius had gotten there, he had babied his brother - who told him to ‘piss off’ - and then he had yelled at Barty for a solid ten minutes about getting Regulus drunk. “I kept going to that shop every day until Regulus moved in with me. Sometimes, we talked. Other times, Regulus was drawing and I just watched him. We got really close and I asked him if he wanted to move in with me when he confessed to feeling like a burden in his and Sirius’s financial situation.”

“Sirius fucking Black and his money.” Evan lifted the needle just to shake his head before he continued tattooing. “I remember when he came here three years ago and wanted his first tattoo. We discussed the prize and such and when I found out that he barely had money for rent, I told him to use his money to live rather than a tattoo. He argued that I should also be able to pay rent, but I was firm with my answer even if I really needed that money. I’m not gonna take money from someone who needs it just as much as me. Sirius was furious when he left here.”

“But you still tattooed him?” Barty asked because he was suddenly very curious about how Sirius managed to get his tattoo.

“Well, Dorcas did. She doesn’t really ask as many questions and doesn’t really care as much to do so. She’s wonderful, but if it comes to her survival or someone else’s, she’ll pick herself. She’s had a tough life, she’s one of the strongest people I know. She tattooed Sirius when he came back two days later. Screamed like a little bitch he did.”

Evan smirked as he said that. Barty did everything to try and memorise the way his smirk looked on his face because his features lit up when he smirked like that.

“Then, he just kept coming back, always asking for Cas, might I add.” Evan continued. “I remember when he got his first big model gig. He waltzed in here, check ready in hand. I was at the disk as he placed it in front of me, such a smug expression on his face when he told me he wanted his whole back done. I looked at the check, I looked at him and then I scoffed and said ‘Let’s do it’. Four sessions that tattoo took with the touch-up, but damn was it worth it. It’s my best piece.”

“I have to ask him to see it. I doubt he’ll show me, but might as well.” Barty was very curious about Evan’s best piece. He was curious about Evan as a whole. The more he watched him, the more he felt like there was something there, something deep. Something he didn’t want Barty to know or see.

Barty had experience with that, and it made him want to see so badly.

“Tell him I want you to see and he’ll probably do it.” Evan leaned back slightly, placing the machine to the side as he stretched. He wiped some extra ink as he looked at his work. “Hip time.”

“Already?” Barty looked down at the tattoo. He was more focused on Evan than the actual tattoo.

“Yep, and then we’ll do shading and it’s done.” Evan stood and moved everything around to the other side. Barty unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down slightly. Evan sat down again on the other side. Barty had to look away as he pulled down his pants more because the sight was already bad in his brain, actually seeing it would make things worse.

The buzzing of the machine returned and Barty couldn’t help but stare down at him. Evan was close to his crotch. He was tattooing his hip but hung over his thigh to get that angle right. The way he was touching his skin - paired with everything else - gave him a very certain reaction, one he was trying to not happen, but that wasn’t really how the body worked.

He just prayed that Evan didn’t notice because that would be too awkward.

“You’re a very good client, I must say.” Evan mused as he tilted his head slightly closer. Barty did everything in his power not to squirm as he felt his breath on his skin. His heart was pounding faster. Fuck. “I didn’t wanna tattoo you at first, I don’t like my art to be bragged about by celebrities.”

“You tattooed Sirius.” Barty swallowed, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible. Evan didn’t react so he hoped it worked. “I would say he’s a pretty famous model.”

“Not when I did his tattoo. He only had gotten one good gig. It really picked up after that, he never talks about where he got his tattoos because I asked him not to. I want to be discovered, not told about.”

“So, after this tattoo, would you rather I don’t say who did it?” Barty asked. Evan nodded at that. Barty thought for a moment and he was sure he could wiggle his way out of answering any of those questions. “Alright, you got it.”

“Thanks.” Evan wiped the extra ink off before he leaned back slightly. He dipped the needle before he leaned in again. That was almost as much torture as the rib tattoo but for completely different reasons. “Almost done and then I’ll start to shade here and move myself back to your stomach.”

Barty nodded in response. It was quiet for a moment and then, Evan mumbled:

“You like when I’m here though, don’t you?”

Evan didn’t say anything else, he made no other indication that what he had said actually was what he had said, but Barty’s face felt a million times hotter by those words.

No way. 

He was flirting with him. The bloke who said he would have him thrown out if he did the same. Evan fucking Rosier. He had some nerve.

And the worst part, it worked. Barty short-circuited for a moment as he still tried to figure out if Evan had really said what he did. His brain seemed to catch up at some point and he responded back the only way he knew.

By flirting back.

“What if I do?” Barty sneered because if Evan was going to point it out, he might as well acknowledge it.

Evan chuckled faintly, brushing slightly over his crotch with his arm as he moved to switch the angle he was tattooing at. Barty bit his lip to not make a noise, he held his breath to hinder it even more.

Barty wasn’t sure when Evan decided that he should tease him instead of dislike him. Maybe he teased him because he disliked him.

What Barty was sure about, however, was that Evan was doing it on purpose.

“There.” Evan moved back, Barty tried to act normal, but he wasn’t sure it worked. He watched as Evan switched the needles for shading. He then met Barty’s eyes. “I’m guessing it’ll take another hour. Do you need a break?”

“Nah, power through.” Evan nodded at his words as he moved back down to his hip, the machine buzzing again.

“Tell me if you get too uncomfortable because I actually need to have my arm here.” Evan mumbled as he put his arm back over his crotch.

“Aye, you’re good.” Barty nodded, his voice slightly strained. He wasn’t sure if he meant that. It felt good in the literal sense, but he was getting tattooed still.

Evan nodded as he pressed the needle to the skin. Barty wasn’t sure how long he sat there, but those minutes were the worst ones of his life as he did everything in his power to not react to the touch he was receiving. He forced his hips down to the chair because all he wanted to do was buck them to get some sort of stimuli.

Barty couldn’t help the whine that escaped him when Evan moved away. Evan chuckled again. He was probably having the time of his life by the look on his face as he stood to move over to the other side again.

He wore a soft smirk and his green eyes almost glittered in the bright lights of the room. Barty might as well call him mesmerising then because he was.

He didn’t say anything as he went back to tattooing Barty’s stomach. Barty was very uncomfortable laying there, at least with his arm pressed up against him, he felt something, but now he only had a throbbing erection and nothing but restrictions around it.

It died down after a few minutes though and Barty just felt slightly embarrassed. He would probably have died if Evan hadn’t flirted back, if Evan hadn’t chuckled, if Evan wasn’t smirking still.

He felt alright then because at least he gave Evan a laugh rather than an awkward and uncomfortable situation.

Barty did strike up a normal conversation again after he calmed down. He talked to Evan about music and he found out that Evan apparently didn’t like rock music which was Barty’s main genre so he guessed it made sense that he didn’t listen to him. He found it interesting though because Evan did seem like a bloke who would like rock, but he guessed that said more about his stereotypes than anything else.

He didn’t have to like rock just because he was a tattoo artist the same way Barty didn’t have to like tattoos because he played the music. Barty did like tattoos though, but he didn’t have to.

“And that’s a wrap!” Evan rubbed his hands together as he turned off the machine. “Just under seven hours.”

“It’s been seven hours?!” Barty exclaimed, shocked by that information. It did not feel like it had been that long.

“Yep, we started around eleven and it’s six now.” Evan nodded up to the clock on the wall. “I’m gonna get some water and get you cleaned up. I’m assuming you want a picture of the tattoo before I wrap it?”

“That’d be great, aye.” Barty agreed. Evan flashed him a quick smile before he left the room. Barty looked down at the tattoo, but it was mostly just smudged ink. He could see parts of the snake that wrapped around the skull, but the rest had a lot of smudged ink.

Evan came back with a wet towel. He sat down and wiped it over Barty’s skin. It was warm and Evan pressed it softly against him. He took a deep breath because his body was apparently very sensitive that day. Or maybe it was just Evan.

Maybe it was both.

“You stare at me a lot, you know?” Evan commented as he looked up and met Barty’s eyes. “Not that I mind, but why? I’ve never had that before. Most people either watch the needle or something else in the room if the needle makes them squeamish.”

“I just like to watch artists work. We all have specific quirks when we’re focused and it’s just…it’s fascinating to see. Regulus says I always swing my head when I’m writing music. That and tap my foot, but I feel like that’s very common.”

“What do I do then?” Evan smiled as he raised an eyebrow. That smile alone was enough to wipe Barty off the surface of the earth.

“Well, you chew on your lip quite a lot. Your stare is also very intense as well as the way you furrow your eyebrows. I keep thinking that in a couple of years, you’ll have a very permanent wrinkle.” Barty chuckled softly. Evan somewhat snorted back.

“I do bite through my lip sometimes.” He mumbled as he pulled the towel off. “Your phone?”

“It’s in my pocket.” Barty nodded at it, almost daring Evan to grab it. Evan bit his lip when he was thinking as well, Barty realised, because he caught it between his teeth before he reached down and grabbed it from Barty’s pocket.

Evan held it up over the tattoo and snapped a photo of it before he put the phone to the side.

“Not gonna give it back to me?” Barty chuckled as he watched him.

“Soon.” Evan swallowed before he sat down on the stool next to him again. He leaned in right by his face and Barty’s heart started hammering hard in his chest. “I just have to do something else first.”

“And what’s that?” Barty tried to focus on Evan’s eyes, he tried to keep his attention there as he leaned closer, but his eyes dashed down to his lips every time he moved.

“Wrap your tattoo.” Evan smirked as he moved back. Barty moved his head with him. Evan placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

“That’s not fair.” Barty muttered as he watched Evan move down and apply ointment to the tattoo.

“What’s not fair?” Evan glanced at him, clearly interested in his words even if Barty was sure he knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t as if he was subtle in what he wanted, he had given up on being subtle.

“You know.” Barty muttered as he wrapped the tattoo up.

“Maybe I do.” Evan took off his gloves before he disinfected his hands. He moved back up to Barty’s face afterwards. “Keep that wrapped up for a day and then make sure to moisturise and wash the area at least two, but preferably three, times a day.”

Barty nodded, he knew that already. It wasn’t his first tattoo. Evan laid his hand on his chest after that and Barty froze. His hand was cold then, not like before when it had been warm. Barty guessed it was because he had just put hand sanitiser on it.

“Do you want me to make it fair now?” Evan asked as he leaned closer towards him again. “Or maybe you feel done for today?”

“No, I definitely need you to make it fair.” Barty moved towards him as well. He didn’t even try to mask his eagerness. He had been wanting Evan to kiss him for at least six out of those seven hours.

Evan chuckled as the corner of his mouth tilted slightly upwards.

He leaned even closer until he was only an inch away. Barty felt his breath on his lips and he got excited. So excited.

His heart pounded faster in his chest and all the blood it was pumping gathered in one area.

“I can feel that.” Evan mumbled and Barty realised that he meant his heart. His hand was right over it. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little. You are very attractive.” Barty wasn’t lying. Evan was beautiful. His attitude was just as attractive as his face.

“So shallow.” Evan scoffed before he connected their lips.

He would have been insulted by Evan’s words if he wasn’t kissing him. Evan could do whatever the fuck he wanted, no matter how offensive, and Barty would let him just because he was kissing him.

Barty forgot how to breathe as Evan kissed him. It was a hard kiss, a rough kiss, a kiss that made Barty believe that Evan really didn’t like him, but he was still kissing him.

And he was a good kisser as well. Like a really good one. Barty didn’t want to say that was the best kiss he had ever experienced, but it was probably the best kiss he had ever experienced.

Barty gasped for air as he gripped Evan’s shoulder once Evan tried to pull away. He followed him that time as well, like a moth to a flame, and Evan kissed him again when he did.

Barty hummed as he pulled on him, dragging him closer. He had truly suffered for that kiss, he really deserved it.

In fact, he deserved more than just one kiss from how Evan had been toying with him. How Evan teased him and flirted with him. He was sure that if he really wanted to, he could have found a way to tattoo his hip without resting his arm over his crotch.

Evan placed his hands in Barty’s hair. He went wild for that, he loved it when people did that. If Evan tugged on it, he was a goner.

And Evan did tug on it. He grabbed a part of it and he yanked it properly. Barty wasn’t sure if he did it as a way to rile him up or because he wanted to hurt him or for a whole other reason.

All it did was cause Barty to moan into the kiss. That and get the previously faded erection he to grow harder again.

“Fuck me.” Barty whispered, both as a request and a statement. Evan tugged on his hair again, and another moan - needier than the last one - escaped his lips.

“You shouldn’t have sex right after getting a tattoo.” Evan mumbled, his words breathy as he kept kissing him. Barty had no complaints there. If Evan’s lips were connected to his, then he was happy.

“I’ve done that loads of times.” Barty grabbed a handful of Evan’s t-shirt in his fist as he tried to pull him closer, which was something he couldn’t do because there was a chair in the way. “My tattoos are fine.”

Barty pulled away as he stared into Evan’s eyes. His lips were covered in saliva. They looked so desirable. The only thing Barty wanted was to connect their lips again.

“Well, I have always wanted to fuck someone in my chair.” Evan’s stare was hungry. “I won’t be nice with you though.”

“Oh, please, don’t be.” Barty begged really. He didn’t usually do that, but there was something about Evan and that moment…It all had him going crazy.

Evan chuckled again as he stood up from his stool and crawled up in Barty’s lap.

“If my work gets ruined because of this, I’ll–” Evan began, but Barty shut him up by sitting and connecting their lips again.

He didn’t try to finish his sentence as Barty gripped his shoulder, finally feeling him pressed against him. His touch was more addicting than the kiss itself. Barty could see himself never getting tired of it. He would come back to that tattoo parlour just to have Evan touch him for hours as he tattooed him. He would probably end up with his whole body covered after a while.

Barty shuddered when Evan moved his hands over his bare chest. His hands were no longer cold, but his touch was a little too much for Barty to handle. His entire head clouded as all he could think about was getting to feel more.

He needed to feel more.

Barty fought control of the kiss, but Evan was winning that the same way he was winning control of Barty’s body. After a few minutes of kissing, Evan had mapped out Barty’s sensitive spots. He used them to get his way, to be in control and for it to stay that way.

Barty didn’t like to admit that he enjoyed being topped. He didn’t want that out for the people’s knowledge or how easily he would give in when it was clear that he was with someone who could absolutely ruin him when fucking. He always fought a little before he surrendered.

And surrender, Barty did when Evan once again placed a hand in his hair and pulled until a breathy moan escaped him, causing his lips to part, something Evan was bound to take advantage of as he stuck his tongue into Barty’s mouth. He fought for another second, trying to get control of the kiss one last time before he let Evan do whatever he pleased.

He followed his tongue movements as he explored his mouth. Evan tasted salty with a tint of something sweet, but mostly salt. Barty wasn’t sure why, but he did and he loved it. He had never thought that he would love salt that much, but he would be wrong. It was just as addicting as the rest of him.

Barty gasped for air as Evan pulled away and started to place hasty, hard kisses down his jaw and towards his neck. His breath hitched as it grew uneven. Barty’s grip on Evan’s shoulders slackened slightly as he started shaking from all the emotions he felt. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn’t enough.

He needed to feel more.

“How do you feel about marks?” Evan whispered as he reached the crook of his neck. He placed one more kiss as he waited for his answer.

“I’m gonna get in so much trouble, but please…” Barty whined as he tilted his head to the side. “Bite me.”

“Gladly.” Evan chuckled before Barty felt soft nibbles together with sucking on his neck. He groaned in pleasure as he shut his eyes, placing his shaking hands in Evan’s hair to hold him in place.

He could feel the smirk on Evan’s lips as he continued to bite and suck at that one spot. Barty was already sure there would be a huge hickey there, but his manager could deal with that, all he wanted then was to feel more.

“Fuck.” Barty exhaled as he tried to catch his breath. It was currently all over the place. His heart was working hard as well at pumping the blood to fuel his erection. It was torture to have Evan sit over it, biting him with no mercy as his hands trailed down from his hair down his back.

He felt Evan drag his nails over his skin. He really wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t going to be nice. Barty couldn’t help but wonder if he was like that with everyone or if it was just him. Was Evan always controlling and rough or could he be loving and careful?

Those were the questions in Barty’s mind as Evan pulled off his neck and pushed him back down in the chair so he laid down again.

Barty had found Evan’s green eyes gorgeous before, but right then - as they stared at him with pure desire - they were mesmerising. Barty found himself taking as many mental pictures as he could, seeing those eyes becoming the primary image he would wank to for the foreseeable future.

Evan lightly stroked his cheek, his touch wasn’t rough then and Barty thought he might have an answer to his question. He could be loving, but he chose not to be. Barty didn’t mind.

Evan then leaned down and pecked his lips once, softer than he had before. Barty whined when he pulled apart which caused him to chuckle. Evan’s chuckle was probably Barty’s new favourite sound.

Evan leaned down to his collarbones, nibbling on the skin there as well before he started kissing him. Barty moved his hands to Evan’s waist, placing his hands underneath his t-shirt, showing exactly what he wanted.

Evan stopped kissing him for a moment to pull his top off. Barty’s heart skipped a beat as well as his breath when he saw his body. He had toned muscles and even more tattoos on his body. He stared at him as if he was hypnotised.

“Like what you see?” Evan smirked as he caught Barty’s gaze.

Barty didn’t really have the brain capacity - or breath for that matter - to respond so just nodded as he dragged his hands over Evan’s chest. Evan looked at his hands and the way they dragged along his body.

“You would look good with hand tattoos.” Evan mumbled. It made Barty laugh. His mind was on how much he just wanted Evan to fuck him, but Evan thought about tattoos.

“Maybe you should give me some then.” Barty bit his lip when Evan looked up and met his eyes.

“Maybe I should.” Evan leaned down again and kissed his chest. “Another time though.”

Barty hummed as Evan kissed his nipple. Barty’s breath hitched as he took it in his mouth and started to suck on it. He whimpered, his whole body reacting to the feeling. He bucked his hips as his hands fell down back down and gripped Evan’s waist.

Evan responded by nibbling softly on his nipple which sent shivers down his spine as he moaned, tilting his head back.

Evan kept biting - a lot softer than he had his neck - and Barty came undone from it. He kept moaning, thrusting his hips to get any sort of friction. He dug his nails into Evan’s waist because he needed to hold onto something.

It was overwhelming feelings of pleasure that washed over him and the only thing that was going through his head was where Evan’s hands and lips were and how badly he wanted him to touch him lower.

“Please.” Barty whined because it was the only thing circling in his head and Evan was still teasing him with foreplay.

“Are begging me to fuck you?” Evan chuckled as he pulled off him, a smirk on his lips. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“Yes, please.” Barty had no shame left. Maybe he would if his brain was thinking clearly, but it wasn’t. He felt nothing but an intense desire for release. Release that he wanted Evan to bring him to.

“Hmm, but I’m having so much fun.” Evan was a huge tease, Barty just learnt that. He learnt that the shirtless man who sat on top of him was a huge tease. He guessed that made sense. “I never thought I’d have a chance like this. I gotta savour it.”

“You know I’m a slag, right? Bedding me is not that difficult.” Barty stared at him, his eyes desperate as Evan stared back. His face suddenly dropped a little as he realised something else Evan had just said. “Wait, you see this as a chance? I thought you didn’t like–”

Barty didn’t have to finish his sentence before Evan moved his hand down, no hesitation, and palmed him through his pants. Barty’s words were replaced with a loud groan as he shivered yet again.

Evan kept palming him while placing his other hand on top of Barty’s. He led it down to the buckle of his trousers. Barty nodded as he eagerly undid Evan’s belt and zipper. Evan steadied himself on his shins as he lifted himself up over Barty. He whined from the sudden lack of contact as Evan pulled down his trousers as well as pants.

Barty’s attention was quickly changed as Evan’s throbbing cock sprung out at him. He stared at it as his mouth both watered and fell slightly open. He would do anything to taste that cock.

And, in fact, he knew exactly how to get Evan to allow him that.

“You know…” Barty began just as Evan was pulling down Barty’s trousers as well. A minute ago, he would have shut up and let Evan fuck him, but he hadn’t seen Evan’s cock a minute ago. Evan stopped moving and looked up at him. “I don’t have a gag reflex.”

Evan’s face dropped as his eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was usually the reaction he got whenever he mentioned that. A few seconds passed, the words still hanging in the air before Evan smirked.

“I guess you could blow me if you really wanted to.” Evan chuckled as he moved off and stood up. He kicked off his trousers fully. Barty just stared as he took in the entire sight of him. “Switch then.”

Evan waved with his hand and Barty flew up from the chair. Evan chuckled at him as he sat.

“On your knees, slag.” Evan winked. Barty bit his lip as he did what he was told, sitting down in between his legs. He placed his hands on his thighs while Evan pulled on his hair again. “Don’t make me cum or I won’t fuck you.”

“Got it.” Barty whispered as he leaned down. He licked from the base of Evan’s cock all the way to the tip, earning a groan from Evan.

And Barty thought Evan’s chuckle was his new favourite sound. His chuckle was nothing compared to his moans.

Barty took him in his mouth with no hesitation, going all the way to his base with no reaction because he really didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Fuck!” Evan exclaimed as he tugged on Barty’s hair. He started to move up and down his shaft, sucking excitedly as he got to taste his beautiful cock. Barty thought Regulus was the definition of beautiful, but he didn’t quite measure up anymore. “You…weren’t lying.”

Barty shook his head as he fully deepthroated him, something that made Evan gasp and place a hand over his mouth. Barty wanted to hear him, but he guessed it made sense for Evan to want the opposite when he considered how he had acted a moment ago.

He bucked his hips to go even deeper and Barty smirked as he just took it as Evan began mouthfucking him, pulling hard on his hair. He moaned from the way he tugged on his hair and it only made Evan thrust faster.

Barty gripped his thighs tighter as he moved his head to Evan’s pace, cheeks hollowed as he was eager to go along with whatever Evan wanted from him. He could taste the precum in his mouth, salty just like Evan’s lips, but still so different. There was nothing sweet about that taste, just salt.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Evan breathed heavily between his groans that he no longer attempted to hold back. “I wanna cum down your throat.”

Barty moaned at the pure thought, going faster to give Evan that as well as himself. He wanted to taste that too. If Barty was being honest, he would love nothing more than to run his tongue all over Evan’s body to just taste all of him. He wanted that as well as for Evan to trail his fingers everywhere on his body just to feel his touch everywhere.

A moment later, Evan’s thrusting grew sloppier and Barty prepared himself to swallow everything that was about to enter his mouth. He was sure most of it would be unloaded in his throat from how far down he managed to get Evan’s cock. He was big, something Barty couldn’t help but get very excited about.

Three more thrusts until Evan screamed in pleasure as he came down Barty’s throat, just like he said he would. Barty dug his nails into Evan’s thighs as he swallowed the rest of the salty liquid that didn’t immediately run down his throat. He felt it all the way down his throat as he swallowed and the thought made him shiver.

Evan was panting, sweat running down his forehead as he caressed Barty’s cheek. Barty pulled off him with a smack as he opened his mouth to show him that he had swallowed it all.

“Enjoyed that did you?” Evan asked, seeming somewhat dazed as he stared into Barty’s eyes.

“Oh, yes.” Barty nodded, his voice slightly hoarse. He coughed to make it back to normal. “You’ll still fuck me, right?”

“Yes, I just need to get hard again.” Evan pulled on Barty’s hair as he stood up, making Barty do the same. He kissed him hard once they both stood. He pressed his body up against Barty’s, moving his hands over his chest and down his back.

Barty felt all that excitement return as the kiss got deeper when Evan licked his bottom lip. Barty didn’t hesitate in parting his lips that time, nor did he fight for control. He had sucked Evan’s cock, he was very aware of what role he had.

Evan’s hands travelled further down as they gripped his arse, squeezing his cheeks. Barty breathed heavily into the kiss as he felt the pressure, pushing himself closer to Evan’s body.

Evan dragged him back to the chair, lips still connected. He then shoved Barty back down. He fully pulled his trousers and pants down. Barty moaned in relief as his erection finally was unrestrained.

Barty shivered as Evan stroked his finger up his shaft, wiping away a bit of precum. He then put his fingers in front of Barty.

“Suck.” He ordered and Barty grimaced slightly before he did what he was told, coating Evan’s fingers in salvia as well as tasting his own precum. It was nowhere near as nice as Evan’s.

Barty reached his hand out for Evan. He stroked down his stomach as Evan lifted his leg. He pulled his hand out of his mouth before Barty felt a finger by his entrance. Evan teased him a little, circling around him before he pushed it into him. Barty arched his back slightly as he moaned.

Evan slowly pushed his entire finger inside. It was painfully slow. Barty gripped his waist, desperate for him to go faster, to do more. Evan only chuckled as he stared into Barty’s eyes. He probably looked as desperate as he felt.

Barty’s moans turned more and more whiny as Evan pushed a second finger inside his hole. He scissored him just as slowly as he pushed into him and Barty was weighing the idea of actually begging.

It was looking more and more appealing every second that passed.

It was looking more and more appealing and Barty eventually gave in.

“Just fuck me. I don’t need more prepping. Fuck me please.” He whispered, his breath catching in his throat when Evan moved over him.

“If that’s what you want.” He purred as he pulled his fingers out. Barty whined as he nodded. That was what he wanted. “You better not have some fucking STD because I don’t have a condom.”

“My back pocket.” Barty mumbled as he pointed at his jeans on the floor, really not caring about a condom. It was in fact the least of his worries because he knew he was clean, he got himself checked quite often. Still, if Evan wanted a condom, then fine, he could use a condom.

Evan leaned down to the floor, grabbing his jeans. He roamed through the pocket, fishing up a condom. He opened it with his teeth as he threw the jeans back to the floor. He cared about safety, but he opened it recklessly with a clear rush. Barty didn’t care because fuck, that was hot.

Barty watched as Evan gave his cock a few tugs before he pulled the condom over his length. He then grabbed Barty’s leg over his shoulder as he leaned over him. He stared right into his eyes.

“You ready?” Evan whispered, his voice holding just as much desire as his eyes.

Barty nodded as he didn’t trust his voice to speak. His whole body tingled with excitement as Evan pushed into him, them both moaning in sync.

Barty placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it slightly. It was a grip he was sure would get harder when he actually moved, but Evan didn’t move. He smirked softly as he kept his eyes on Barty’s. His green eyes held so many emotions at once that Barty couldn’t quite make out what they all were.

He couldn’t look away either, his eyes were fully compelling like that. He didn’t want to look away and he couldn’t.

It was an intense eye contact in the silence that gathered around them. The only sound that could be heard was their heavy breathing. They didn’t breathe in sync, it was more like a call and response.

Barty exhaled, Evan inhaled, Barty inhaled, Evan exhaled.

Over and over until Barty squirmed under Evan because he needed to feel more than just cock inside of him. He was happy to be a cockwarmer from time to time, but that was not one of those times. He had been promised sex that wouldn’t be gentle with him, and he was expecting Evan to hold to his words.

“Do you just love it when I beg that much?” Barty asked, his tone low. Evan chuckled softly at his words.

“I really do.” He answered as he placed a hand on his waist to support the leg that was on his shoulder as he held himself up with his hand placed flat against the chair next to Barty’s head.

“Then, please, move.” Evan followed his request by thrusting his hips a few times, slowly but still hitting deep enough in Barty where he was close to screaming. Then, Evan stopped moving and went back to staring at him. “No, please, faster, harder. More, please.”

“Oh? Like this?” Evan gripped his waist harder as he went from slow, light thrusting, to full-on pounding, hitting deep into Barty where his entire stomach twisted from the feeling.

“YES!” He exclaimed, arching his back and throwing his head back. He held onto Evan’s shoulder harder. “Like that!”

Evan groaned as he moved with vigour. He was searching for his prostate, Barty was sure from the way he moved, and soon enough, he found it and Barty became a moaning mess underneath him as he kept hitting it over and over after he found it.

Barty dug his nails into his back as he moaned louder the closer he got. He felt the pressure build in his stomach, his whole body screaming for that release as Evan upped his speed ever so slightly, making more noises of his own as he did.

He got goosebumps from how good it felt. Barty had had a lot of sex in his time, and while he had enjoyed it every time, there was something special with Evan. Barty wasn’t sure what it was or what he did differently, but he just felt better. His touch was more addicting, his lips tasted better, and his cock…Barty found his new favourite thing in the whole world.

Evan Rosier’s cock and the way he used it.

Evan himself, he was a different story, because as Barty felt himself get so close that he could taste his own climax, Evan stopped moving. Barty whined loudly as his body started shaking from the feeling of orgasming slipping out of his hands.

“Fuck you’re mean.” Barty whimpered as his grip got slightly looser on Evan’s shoulder. He took the moment to catch his breath as he grew slightly annoyed with Evan’s teasing.

Evan, in turn, just smirked at him with a clear ‘I told you so’-look on his face. Barty clawed at him, scratching his back as he tried to get him to continue, but Evan didn’t budge. He looked back into his eyes once more, holding that eye contact.

Evan was sweating, his blonde curls glued to his warm chestnut-coloured skin. He was so pretty. Any other time, Barty would have savoured the moment of staring at Evan like that, but right then, he just wanted him to move again. Just once more so he could cum. It was all he wanted.

He whined again, dragging out on the sound as he gripped Evan’s shoulder again. He knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t very happy begging again, he had done that a lot. Some people would even say too much - some people in that case were Barty. He was desperate, but was he that desperate?

Another minute passed and Evan didn’t budge. He could play that game all day, Barty realised. Barty, himself, could sadly not do the same. He swallowed hard before he spoke:

“I beg you, let me finish. Do that again, and please, let me finish.”

The smirk grew on Evan’s lips before he leaned down and kissed Barty deeply. Barty hummed into the kiss, slightly in pain from the new position his leg was in as he had never been that flexible, but he couldn’t care less about the slight strain in his muscles when Evan thrust into him again.

He kept kissing him, their moans mixing with their saliva as Evan moved faster again, finding his prostate without an issue that time. He hit it every time with such perfect precision that Barty almost believed they had fucked before.

He would remember Evan though, he was too good and too pretty to forget. Barty was sure that he would never forget their meeting.

The pressure started building in his stomach again, and his kisses became sloppier. Saliva ran down Barty’s chin as his focus shifted from the kiss to all the feelings that were overwhelming him. He felt so much all at once.

“Not yet.” Evan breathed into his mouth. Barty heard it in his voice as well as how his movements grew sloppier. He was close as well.

Barty shut his eyes as he focused on holding back as long as he could, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to. If anyone else would have told him to not cum yet, he wouldn’t have struggled because that had happened before, multiple times, and Barty knew from experience that he could do it.

But that was another thing that made Evan different because Barty tried, but he ended up cuming anyway. He screamed Evan’s name into the kiss they still held as he really dug his nails into his shoulder.

Evan scoffed as he pulled away from the kiss, but Barty felt his hand let go of his waist and grab his cock as he milked the final bit out of him. It was a gentle gesture as he helped him with his release, but he wasn’t going any easier on him where he was still penetrating him with full force.

Evan was also close though, he was chasing his own orgasm like a man searching for water in the desert, and as Barty came down from his high - drenched in sweat and panting like there was no tomorrow - he got to look at Evan.

Evan’s eyes were shut as he groaned to the rhythm he was moving in, skin slapping together that made the beat to that rhythm. It was a song in its own way. A song Barty was happy to write as they performed it together. His hand was covered in Barty’s cum and he showed no sign of caring as he moved and placed his hand back on Barty’s waist, staining more of his body with his load.

What Barty found the most spectacular about Evan though - as he was performing his task - was his focus.

He was so focused on that release that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he was biting his lip, just like he had when he was tattooing Barty earlier.

Barty was an overstimulated mess as Evan got closer. His moans turned more whiny with every thrust as his body shook from more than just feelings of pleasure. It was all so overwhelming, and even if it felt so good, it was also too much.

“Almost there, baby. I promise.” Evan whispered. Barty melted slightly from the pet name as Evan’s movements got sloppier by the second. He believed Evan’s words from that. He was almost there.

Evan didn’t yell out Barty’s name when he came, but he did moan so loudly it sounded like a scream. He thrust slowly a few more times inside Barty as he rode out his orgasm. Barty saw the way the arm that was supporting his weight was shaking, and soon enough, it buckled and Evan fell on top of Barty.

It was more than his forehead that was drenched in sweat then. Barty felt Evan’s body stick to his. Barty was sweaty too, but Evan had clearly given it his all. He was not complaining because it was the best sex he had ever had.

It was a weird realisation to come to, that some random tattoo artist would turn out to be his best fuck.

But his best fuck he was.

And damn, had it been good.

“I need a new rule.” Evan mumbled as he pulled out of Barty before sitting up. Barty resisted yet another whine from the loss of his cock inside him. His chest rose and fell with heavy movements that Barty could clearly see. “No sex in the chair or I’m gonna repeat that.”

“Aww, but I wanted to come back just for the tattoo aftercare.” Barty sneered as he tried to compose himself, but his voice shook slightly as he spoke. He was still a bit overwhelmed.

“I’m gonna need to rewrap it.” Evan pulled off the condom and tied it up before he tossed it towards a bin in the corner. He hit it and it landed in the bag. Barty was actually impressed. “Someone came all over himself.”

“Well, I think that is someone else’s fault.” Barty muttered. He tried to glare at Evan, but his glare fell short from how good of an experience he had just had. Evan put on his pants and Barty missed the sight of his cock the second it was covered in fabric.

“Mhm.” Evan flashed his eyebrows as he stood, liking the cum of his hand. Barty’s mouth fell slightly open as he watched him. “Come on, Cas had already left when I got the towel.”

Evan held his other hand out for him which he accepted. He pulled Barty up but had to catch him when he got on his feet because his legs were shaking so badly that he lost balance.

“Shut up.” Barty frowned even before Evan had the time to say something as he stood straight again. His legs were still shaking and he held onto Evan’s shoulder.

He smirked but he didn’t speak. He led Barty out of the room. The lights were turned off in the main room. Evan dragged him with him to the lobby and then back behind the curtain to the staff room.

“One sec.” Evan went over to a shelf and grabbed a towel that he placed on the sofa. “You can sit there. Dorcas will have my head for this, so let’s not make it obvious anything happened.” Barty nodded as he sat down. “Which reminds me, I need to delete the security footage for the evening.”

“Oh, you now have footage of me naked?” Barty raised an eyebrow, his tone playful even if he knew just how bad that was. Just because Evan fucked him didn’t mean he didn’t want to ruin his career.

“Don’t worry, it would dirty down my shop if I used it for blackmail or whatever the fuck you’re worried about.” Evan waved his hand dismissively as he turned on the towel steamer. “Either way, I’m not a monster. I didn’t fuck you to get an advantage over you.”

“Why did we fuck? I’m not complaining, you were really good, but like…I thought you didn’t like me.”

Evan was quiet for a beat before the towel steamer beeped. He got a towel out of it. He wiped the hand he had licked earlier before he sat down on his knees and wiped the cum off Barty’s thighs.

“I don’t know.” Evan shrugged after that silence. Barty felt even more confused as he watched Evan clean him off. “I just…you got hard and, well, it was amusing. I just wanted to see how far I could push you. I got a little caught up in it myself I would say.”

Evan chuckled before he sighed heavily.

“I also guess I just wanted to.” He mumbled as he stood up and threw the towel in a laundry basket. “I’ll be right back with your stuff and then I’ll rewrap your tattoo.”

Barty nodded as he thought about those words. Evan had been teasing him for fun and got caught up in it? That made no sense in his head. You didn’t go from harmless teasing to fucking unless you wanted to from the start. At least, that was Barty’s opinion.

“I also guess I just wanted to.”

Evan had said that too. He had said he wanted to. Had he wanted to from the start? Had he wanted to fuck him already when he learnt who he was tattooing? Did he want to when he first met him? Did he want to when he touched his stomach? Did he want to as he was tattooing?

Or did he want to right before they did it? Did he want to as their lips connected but never before?

It was questions Barty wanted to know, questions he wanted answered, but he doubted he would get those answers.

And then, it was what he had said as they were fucking.

“I never thought I’d have a chance like this.”

A chance was something positive. Evan thought of them fucking as something positive, like something he thought would never happen. Did he mean with Barty or just any celebrity? Maybe he meant fucking a celebrity, that would make sense.

Or he meant Barty specifically…

His head was spinning slightly and he realised that he was both exhausted and hungry. He tried to stop thinking because he didn’t have the brain capacity for that right then.

“Here we are.” Evan said as he came back. He was fully clothed, their moment seeming to be fully gone. Barty felt slightly exposed to a fully clothed Evan. He usually had no shame, but he felt a little embarrassed then. “Lay down and I’ll do this quickly.”

Barty listened and lay down on the sofa. Evan disinfected his hands as he grabbed a new towel. He placed it on Barty’s chest as he unwrapped the prior wrap. Evan wiped the area with the towel before he got new ointment he put on the tattoo.

“Good news, no cum leaked through the wrapping.” Evan giggled as he rubbed his hands over the area. “And more good news, that tattoo does look good. Still, I don’t recommend sex right after getting a tattoo.”

“Says the tattoo artist who fucked me right after giving me my tattoo.”

“Not my best decision.” Evan grimaced as he wrapped up the tattoo again. “Well, shagging you was great, but right after a new tattoo…”

Barty rolled his eyes as Evan helped him sit up. He handed him his clothes after. Barty got dressed as Evan looked through the room, making sure it was clean before they headed into the lobby.

“So, I’m gonna need to clean my studio.” Evan bit his lip slightly as he weighed on his feet. Barty opened his mouth to offer his help, but Evan spoke again before he had the chance to say anything else. “As well as close up.”

Ah, he wanted him to leave. Barty nodded as he got out his card.

“To pay for the tattoo.” He mumbled when Evan raised an eyebrow at him.

“Right.”

Evan tapped a few times on the register as Barty watched him in a silence so heavy that it felt like it was suffocating him. He truly thought that he would die there.

A moment ago and things had been great, but right then, well, it was awkward as fuck.

“There.” Evan nodded as the numbers showed up on the card machine. Barty paid for his tattoo. “Thanks.”

“Aye, you too.” Barty flashed him a smile before he turned around to walk out. He stopped right by the door. “See you at the show in a month.”

Barty spun around to find Evan looking dumbfounded before he slapped his forehead.

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled faintly. “See you then.”

Barty smiled again before he left. He took a deep breath once he was outside, but his whole body still felt like he was suffocating and he was burning up at the same time.

That was the exact reason why he left early in the morning after a one-night stand. He just couldn’t handle being in those situations. He didn’t know what to do and it turned out so fucking awkward.

He was back at his and Regulus’s flat twenty minutes later, still wanting to sink through the earth as he didn’t know how to deal with anything.

“Hiya.” Barty called as he stepped inside. He found Regulus and Sirius in the living room, watching a movie.

“And that’s my queue to leave.” Sirius chuckled. Regulus rolled his eyes at him, but he didn’t try to stop him, he only paused the movie.

“Hey, Black.” Barty said as he stood to run away from there. “Thanks for the tattoo tip. That bloke…Rosier, he was really good.”

Barty spoke as if he didn’t know who he was talking about. He spoke as if Evan hadn’t completely demolished him. He spoke as if he had a normal tattoo session that didn’t end in ways Barty could never have imagined.

Sirius smiled upon the mention of Evan’s name. It was a soft smile, a caring smile.

“Yeah, he’s alright.” Sirius nodded, the smile still on his face. “Can I see his piece?”

“Sure, I have a picture.” Barty took out his phone and opened the picture. Sirius moved over to him and Barty handed him his phone. “It’s for my new album. If you swipe one you can see the cover which was all I showed him.”

“Yeah, Evan’s a fucking god with tattoos.” Sirius mumbled as he swiped between the pictures.

“Could I see the one on your back? He bragged about it and I got curious.”

“You know what, sure.” Sirius shrugged as he gave Barty his phone back. He pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt in one go before he turned his back to Barty. “It’s my favourite tattoo anyway.”

Barty could understand why. It was truly gorgeous. It covered his entire back and the details were insane. It was shaded all around with two constellations sticking out. Barty knew it was the one with Sirius’s star as well as the one with Regulus’s star even if he had no idea what the actual images were called.

He knew what star was them though because they were bigger than the rest. There were small stars all around and it was all tied together so perfectly. Barty understood why it took a long time to do even if the design felt simple. Two constellations and some stars, sounded simple, but the way Evan had done it was anything but easy.

And it looked gorgeous.

“He’s amazing.” Barty sighed and he wasn’t sure if he meant as an artist or as a person or as a hookup. Probably all of the above.

“Yeah, he is.” Sirius put his clothes back on as he turned to look at Barty. “A bit of a dick sometimes, but overall, amazing.”

Barty chuckled as he agreed with him. He didn’t really know Evan, but he could say that Evan was a bit of a dick based on how he had edged him and just teased him relentlessly.

Sirius turned back to Regulus and said goodbye. He was out of the door a moment later.

“Can I see the tattoo?” Regulus asked. Barty nodded as he walked over to him. He handed him the phone as well. “Oh, that’s actually really interesting.”

“What?”

“Just his creative approach. You wouldn’t get it.” Regulus waved his hand as he continued to zoom in on all the details. Barty looked at the phone over his shoulder because he realised that he hadn’t properly seen his own tattoo on his body.

He got to appreciate all the small details that he saw on the design and then got to see them on his body as well. It all looked incredible in the picture. Barty couldn’t help but admire it…

“Wait, go back.” Barty blinked because he was sure he had just seen something quickly and missed what it was.

Regulus did what he asked and moved his finger over the screen, dragging the picture with him to go back. Barty froze as he stared down at the picture.

“Something wrong?” Regulus looked up at him, but all Barty could stare at was the image on the phone.

That wasn’t supposed to be there. They didn’t agree on that, but he could see that it was on his body, right underneath the snake's tail that went down on his hip.

Evan Rosier. Like the flower.

It was a small rose on his hip.

“That bastard…” Barty whispered as he stared at the tattoo. He couldn’t help but feel very flustered though. Evan had bitten his neck, he was sure there was a mark there, hidden underneath the fabric of his clothes. That mark would disappear, but that rose, it was a part of him now.

He had marked him forever.

And suddenly, Barty had an answer to one of his many questions.

Evan wanted to fuck him even before he entered the shop.

He wouldn’t leave a mark like that on him on a whim. And he had seen Sirius’s tattoos so it was not like a quirky thing he did either. He wanted to leave a mark on Barty’s body forever.

He had an answer to one of his questions, but he only got more questions the longer he stared at the image.

“Barty? Barty? Barty!” Regulus called repeatedly until Barty finally snapped out of his trance and looked at him. “Hello?”

“Sorry, just…I forgot we agreed on the rose.” Barty lied as if Regulus didn’t know he was lying. He would laugh at him, Barty already knew that. He would laugh even more if he told him how he let Evan fuck him. He decided to save that for another day. “I need to make a quick call and then I would love some food. Have you had dinner yet?”

“Yes, I have.” Regulus glared at him as if he was analysing him, and to be fair to him, he probably was. “There’s some takeout left if you want it.”

“Thanks, Reg.” Barty flashed him a smile before he stepped into the other room. He called his manager, tapping his fingers against the doorway as he waited. After a few beeps, he picked up. “Remus! Thank fuck! I need to add a name to the backstage list for my London show.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is? I’m not always at your service just because I work for you.” Remus tutted and Barty rolled his eyes even if he knew he was right.

“Aye, I know. I got the tattoo done and I said I would invite him and his sister backstage. I just know I’ll forget if I don’t do it now.”

“Okay, sure, what’s their names?” Remus sighed audibly. Barty was just waiting for the day he quit and he would have to find a new manager. He knew in his heart that Remus would never, but he had to put up with a lot of his shit so he really wouldn't be shocked if he did quit.

“I only know one of them so put him up plus a guest?” Barty said and there was another sigh before he was asked about the name again. “Evan Rosier…like the flower.”

“Got it.”

“Thank you!” Barty smiled happily that he managed to do his part of the promise.

“Wait, did you say you just got the tattoo done?!”

“Anyway, nice talking to you, take a break, bye!” Barty hung up the phone, grimacing as he was sent a copy-pasted text about responsibilities that Remus had sent him far too many times and that he had avoided reading every time.

Barty went into the kitchen where Regulus had heated the food for him.

“Thank you.” Barty smiled.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up all night, you have an interview tomorrow, remember?”

“I remember.” Barty stuck his tongue out at him. Regulus flipped him off before he left for his room.

Barty thought about Evan the second he was alone. He was pretty sure he would be too busy to see him, but at that show, he would interrogate him. He would get an answer to all his questions.

Barty was actually furious with him and the little stunt he pulled. He should be happy that the rose fit in with the tattoo or Barty would have had him killed. That wasn’t even a joke.

Who did Evan think he was anyway? Fucking tattooing a rose on him. He was sure he could sue him or something for that. It must be some violation he broke by tattooing something they didn’t agree on.

But when Barty laid in bed that night, all his anger seemed to seep out of him and he found himself thinking of something entirely different.

He thought of Evan’s eyes and his moans and his cock. He thought about how he tasted, how he smelt, how he felt.

He thought about how good he was at making Barty’s knees shake, how good he was at hitting his prostate every single time.

He thought about Evan’s body, toned with muscles, covered in tattoos. He thought about his skin and how it had been covered in sweat when both of them finished.

He thought about his teasing, how he tattooed him with his arm over his cock, how he got him to beg for sex, how he edged him.

Barty rolled over and shut his eyes, trying to fall asleep rather than thinking about Evan.

And fall asleep he did after some more tossing and turning and chastising every time he caught his thoughts wandering.

He could pretend all he wanted that he didn’t fall asleep thinking of Evan, but that would be a lie.

Barty fell asleep while thinking about those mesmerising green eyes.