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had another surprise planned for his Lyum as well, had asked Paul to be on hand so that they
might discuss tattoos.
His hand was on his Lyum s back as they took the lift down, his eyes on the beautiful
collar that bisected Connor s neck. His Lyum looked lovelier than ever with it on.
Are you happy? he asked, catching the green eyes.
Yes, Sionadh. I am. He got a smile, his Connor almost young with the thick auburn hair
loose around his shoulders.
Yes, I can tell. You look wonderful.
The lift came to a stop and he led Connor to the twins domain.
Peter will solder the collar closed and I would like to know what you would think about
getting a tattoo.
Those green eyes went wide. A tattoo, Desmond? Of what?
Something with meaning for both of us. You dreamed of my tattoo I was thinking
maybe an identical, but smaller one for you in the small of your back.
He wanted to begin acclimatizing Connor to making love in public and could think of no
better way to start than to make love to his Lyum while Paul worked ink into the pale skin. It was
the perfect marriage of pain and pleasure as well, coming while the artist s needle drove the ink
beneath the skin.
Connor tilted his head, considering, thinking. I would wear your mark, Desmond, but I
am not sure I could be still. It would take time. Still, for you? I would try.
He kissed Connor softly. That is what I love about you, Connor Dean. No matter what I
ask, you try.
He chuckled as he opened the door into the ink and body mod parlor. Perhaps there is
something else you want to get done I never asked. I would be more than happy to discuss
piercings with you.
Ah, Peter, you are expecting us, I believe, as is your twin.
Piercings?
Peter smiled over, hair a surprisingly subdued blond. H & hello, D & desmond. A &
are we pl & playing today?
Paul popped up from where he had been digging in a cabinet. Hey Des. Connor. We ve
cleared the afternoon for you, so the shop s yours. Well, Bowie might come over, but no one
else.
Excellent, thank you, Paul. We are indeed playing today, Peter. Well & playing
seriously. Des stroked Connor s cheek. Our first order of the day is to make this permanent.
Then I was thinking maybe a tattoo for Connor to match mine. And I think Connor is interested
in hearing about the various piercings he might consider.
Peter clapped happily as Connor s eyes went wide. L & l & let s start with the c &
c & collar. Y & you d & don t ever want it off, y & y & yes?
Des held Connor s eyes. Never. He stroked the fine cheek. Connor would be his for
always, with or without the collar.
Connor smiled, relaxed, nuzzled into his touch. Yes, Sionadh.
Peter nodded, then frowned. C & c & could you p & pull his hair up? I & i & it s
going to be in the w & way.
I can. He stroked his hands through the long hair, twisting it up on top of Connor s
head. Where do you want him?
O & on the table. Peter found a little pen and a thick cloth. L & lift your chin. I w &
won t burn you, b & but you have to st & tay still.
Connor nodded, lifted his chin up. As Desmond watched, Peter slid the cloth under the
collar and carefully began to solder the lock closed.
Peace settled over his shoulders as he watched. The ceremony yesterday had been
beautiful, the private party after that even more so, but this & was something very simple and
very deep.
Theirs.
He reached out, stroked his Lyum s arm.
Connor smiled for him, those eyes happy, shining, fastened on him.
It took only a few moments, Peter touching the metal and nodding before removing the
cloth. H & he s done.
Thank you, Peter.
He stepped forward, eyes holding Connor s as his fingers stroked the collar. I love you,
Lyum.
Oh. I love you. Connor blushed dark, nodded. Thank you, Sionadh.
He bent and kissed his lover slowly. Then he winked. And now we have a little fun.
Peter. Connor would like to hear about piercings.
Peter pulled out a dummy from a cabinet, the mannequin filled with holes in the face,
nipples, groin. Connor went a little pale, shaking his head. I & Those look like they hurt.
Peter? You ve tried most of these, do they hurt? He stroked Connor s back, fingers
finding the spine and moving down until he was stroking the small of his Lyum s back.
Peter shrugged. Th & they all s & sting. I h & have an an & anesthetic cream s & so
you c & can play right away. O & or not. S & some don t w & want help.
Paul came over. The cock piercings heal the fastest. The bellybutton is slower. The
nipples burn, but you can play right away and, on a man with sensitive nipples? It s amazing.
He purred, imagining his Lyum with his nipples and cock pierced. Or perhaps his own
cock pierced, the ring hitting Connor s gland as they made love.
What do you think, Lyum?
I & Desmond. I & Connor leaned towards him, whispered. I would never be able to
bear it, my nipples. So sensitive, Sionadh.
I know & wouldn t it be fun though? For a day or two? Just to drive his Lyum into a
frenzy.
For & They wouldn t heal. I & Connor s cheeks were flushed dark, eyes shining and
stunned.
Peter? he asked, eyes never leaving Connors. How long would it take a nipple
piercing to heal once it was removed?
O & once it s removed? A d & day, if that. I & if I c & can make a suggestion? At
his nod, Peter unbuttoned his own shirt, exposing one pierced nipple. Peter pulled a bit of metal
that looked like a button from a drawer, and fastened it onto the barbell. Th & this k & keeps
anything from t & touching it. Th & that way y & you have control, D & des.
Paul nodded. There s on for the cock piercing too, a little cap and tube that keeps
everything from being touched. Great discipline.
Connor looked as if he had been hit with a stick.
There you go, Connor. Not only does it heal over immediately if we decide we don t
like it, but it can be kept less sensitive. He grinned at his Lyum. We could have such fun.
Those pretty eyes were stunned, watching him, unsure. He reached out, hand cupping
Connor s cock, finding it hard and hot, throbbing in his hand.
Right or left, Lyum?
His own cock was growing, teasing fading away.
I &
Both? He raised an eyebrow.
Paul whispered into Peter s ear, loud enough for him to hear. If he does both, use the
rings with the chains between. He s got a lovely chest, it will be perfect.
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