Summary:Draco’s talent and skill as a tattoo artist are without equal, but when Potter comes in asking for a custom piece that’ll take several sessions to complete, Draco finds his abilities and professionalism tested.
Why I loved it:Harry and Draco's flirting was wonderful and I loved their banter it was such fun. The way she explained their tattoos was well thought out. They had such good reasons for getting them. I think the idea of Draco with sleeve tattoo's are kinda sexy.
The sex was so beautiful....the way she has with her words it flows perfectly. You can feel their passion and desire for one another. I had only one complaint it ended. :))))))
Excerpt(optional):“You want a tattoo?” Draco asked, sizing him up. Potter was much the same as ever, though the short, scrawny boy had grown into a well-toned man of reasonable height. His hair was, of course, still a disaster, and he apparently hadn’t heard of Sperling’s Spectacle Shop in Diagon Alley given the presence of his signature glasses. In terms of clothing, Potter seemed decidedly style-less. His trousers were Muggle denim, his shoes were something like Muggle trainers, and his shirt was of equally Muggle variety in an eggplant cotton. He had no piercings to speak of, and from the skin that was visible to Draco, no tattoos either.
He shifted only slightly under Draco’s gaze. Rather than seem uncomfortable, however, Potter adjusted his posture to stand straighter, wider, more commanding. Draco’s eyes flashed back up to Potter’s. There was defiance in his look. “You mean this isn’t a bakery?” he asked in mock surprise. “Yes, I want a tattoo, Malfoy.”
“Do you have any tattoos, Potter?” Draco asked, ignoring the look Potter was giving him. Potter crossed his arms.
“No,” he said. “But if having a tattoo is a prerequisite for getting a tattoo, I’m afraid I may have found a severe flaw in your logic.”