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If anyone was to ask Minho, he would say his life is pretty boring, 36, Single, living alone with his three cats and working a ‘regular’ job wasn't exactly how he imagined his future. Dreams of being a professional dancer had left him with a sour taste in his mouth, after tearing his ligaments back when he was 23 and never fully regaining the full motion of his knee. Still, Minho had found another creative outlet in his art, working full time as a tattoo artist in his friend Hyunjin's studio.
He had met some pretty amazing friends along the way, Hyunjin was a bundle of energy and a talented tattooist specialising in floral pieces, he had owned his studio for the past 8 years and it was thriving. Chan was another close friend, Hyunjins partner and co-owner, specialising in realism and portraits. Minho had slotted in well with his more Gothic and bold pieces. The trio had truly made a name for themselves in their small town, people travelled from all over to come and be tattooed by any of them.
Minho was content, bored.. But content. His days filled with the buzz of tattoo guns, background music and chatty voices. But home was different, only ever met with emptiness.. If truth be told? He found it hard to date at his age now, he was content with being single and scrolling the internet for his other needs.
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Minhos day had pretty much gone the same as all of his others, 4 pieces had been finished today, one of which was a large back piece he was really proud of. Scrolling onto his X app, he uploads a picture of his latest piece.
@MinTheArtist - Really enjoyed completing this today. Thank you to my client for sitting so patiently and being an absolute star throughout the process. And remember, if you would like to book in with us, Please email [email protected] for an initial appointment. Peace!
He hits post and waits for the sound of his post being published before selecting his second account, his private account.. It wasn't often that he would find himself venturing on to that side of the app, but tonight? He needed to relax and unwind.
Flicking through his timeline, Minho lays flat on his bed, head propped by pillows. Body after body flash up on screen, multiple different scenarios, positions, sizes, shapes.. None of them to his satisfaction. Just as he is about to exit, something grabs his attention.
🐿️ Solo. Join me on Only fans - @HanniesNut for more content. ;)
The thumbnail stares him in the face, broad shoulders and the faint line of muscle protruding from the mans arm. Minho clicks on the video instantly, his ears already flushing red from his pulse raising slightly.
Wet sounds filter through his earphones, slick, soppy. His eyes roam over the mans figure.. Theres no cock in shot.. Minho sighs, but just as he is about to exit something stops him.
“ Hmm, You like that baby?”
The mans voice sends a chill through Minhos core, blood rushing south. FUCK. Minho stays, lets his eyes roam over the broad expanse of the mans chest. The phone is propped up to show from his collarbones, down to the dip of his waist, leaving the most obscene imagination swimming through Minhos brain. He watches intensely as the mans arm flexes as he strokes himself, his chest flushed red, Nipples erect.
Minho listens as he lowers his own hand into his sweat pants, he’s already hard.. And truthfully? He only wants to get off so he can sleep peacefully for the night. He grips a fist around himself and starts pumping his own cock vigorously.
“Thats it baby, Nice and slow for me.” The mans voice sounds through his earphones again.
And Minho finds himself slowing down, why is he even listening? He just wants to hurry up and get off, he doesn’t need to take it slow.. This isn’t meant to be a long process. However, the low growl of the mans voice seems to be having an effect on him. He tightens his fist and slowly strokes up the length of his cock, eyes still focused in on the video clip.
He’s insanely leaking into his boxer shorts as the Mans pace quickens. Minho speeds up his own hand, thumbing at the tip of his cock as his breath quickens.
The man's voice picks up again, airy and deep. “Thats it my good boy, fuck, so good for me”
Minho loses it, the mans voice filling his ears and sending goosebumps through his spine. Heat pools in his stomach as he bucks his hips up into his own hand. “ Shit” he curses as his release coats his own fist and the inside of his underwear.
His breathing steadies as he comes down from his high, his eyes still locked into the video, waiting for the mystery man on screen to finish at least.. And then? The video stops. A black screen stares back at him, his own reflection seen in the darkness.. What?? Surely thats not the whole video. He clicks onto the profile and scrolls for a second, the Mans page is filled with videos of himself in compromising positions.. All Solo, Minho prefers that actually, what he doesn’t prefer though, is the fact the man never shows his face, or his cock.
Its almost annoying to think Minho doesn’t actually know what his cock even looks like.. He probably just came the hardest he has for a while and all over a chest and an arm? Must of been a long day.
He sighs as he bookmarks the video and closes his app.
Minho makes his way to the bathroom shortly afterwards, cleaning himself quickly and dressing in his pyjamas. He arrives back to his bedroom,, a cat in one arm and a glass of water in the other. He sets his water down on his bedside table and pulls back his sheets, settling underneath them with his cat curled to his chest and quickly falls asleep.
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His days feel like they almost merge into one long one, the usual routine of his average daily life playing out. The one thing that has changed though? Is the fact that Minho has woken up now twice, both with his underwear wet and clinging to the hard length of his cock.
He’s not sure whats gotten into him recently, finding an increased urgency to settle into bed so he can fuck his fist and sleep blissfully afterwards, to only wake up as-if he hadn’t even done it in the first place.. Saturday is no different, his day off for the week.
Minho wakes to the sound of his neighbours slamming their front door on the way to work, he opens his eyes and watches the faint shadows of dancing branches cascade over his ceiling from the light pouring in from his window, He presses the heel of his palms into his eyes and sighs, wincing slightly when he moves his hips a little and feels the familiar damp of his underwear yet again. “What the fuck?” he huffs. Rolling his blanket down over his thighs and lifting his hips to slide off his sleep shorts.
His eyes scan the room for a second before landing on his phone, its been a few days now since he opened his bookmarks, and what better time than the present, where his cock is pressed into the seam of his underwear, painfully pulsing waiting to be touched.
As he scrolls through, his eyes land on the same video from a week ago, he clicks on the profile and scrolls through the array of new clips the mystery man has posted in Minhos absence. Still none of his cock though, Minho groans. Slides his thumb across the screen and settles into the same video again before clicking play.
His hand snakes under his underwear, pulling them down so the waistband sits just underneath his balls, he grips the base tightly, setting a steady rhythm as he watches his screen again, the familiar words that made him finish so fast days ago seem not to be having the same effect this time though, Minho is painfully hard and throbbing as he vigorously pumps his own cock. Then the video finishes. Minho groans, slides to the mans next video and regains his pace. Precum beads at his tip, he gathers it with his thumb and uses it to slick up his cock, pace quickening again. The video finishes shortly after.
Minho stops, groans again and slides to the next one.. Surely this one will be the one, he doesn’t think he has it in him to go for much longer.
This time the angle is from below, almost as if the viewer is looking up at the man, Minho likes it.. He whines as his fist grips his cock once more, grunting as the mans dirty talk bellows out of his phone speaker. Fuck . He hisses as more precum beads at his tip, Minho digs his thumb into his slit and whines at the sensation, so- so close.. Ah he whines as the mans voice fills his ears. His hand speeding up, his hips bucking needily upwards to meet each stroke. And then? The video ends. FUCK!
Minho is almost frustrated now, Not only has he not finished, but hes finding it hard to even imagine what this guys cock looks like when the videos are so fucking short! He scrolls of the video and onto the mans main page, a link stares him in the face, teasing, tempting. Minho clicks it and as his screen loads, his mouth hangs open.
‘ HanniesNut, Explicit content below. Hi my baby’s, i hope you enjoy the exclusive content, come and nut with me’
Minho cringes a little, ‘come and nut with me? Is this guy a fucking squirrel? He must admit though, curiosity has gotten the best of him, he clicks the big red subscribe button and an array of prices pop up.
$8.99 / Monthly subscription - Access to exclusive videos and photos.
$12.99/ Monthly subscription - Access to all exclusive content including Live streams.
$14.99/ Monthly subscription - Access to all of the above + Direct Messaging.
He doesn’t think twice, patting himself on the back for having money to throw away. He quickly taps the 3rd option, not that he would ever use the direct messaging.. Definitely not.
Minho quickly types in his card details, revising them from memory and filling out his email address to set up an account. A small email box appears in his notifications and he quickly taps to activate his account. And then, in all its glory, is mysterious mans cock.
Minhos mouth hangs open as he scrolls through the timeline on his exclusive page, truly a feast for Hungry eyes.
Pictures and videos line every scroll of his thumb, Minho hovers over so many, eyes wide and decisions lingering. What does he go for first?
The first picture is a shot of the man under running water, Still no face in sight, Minho thinks it may be a privacy thing but sure.. He will make do., hes stood in the shower, water droplets dripping down his collar bone and cascading over his broad chest, soap and bubbles coating his upper body and trailing down the expanse of his torso, before dripping off the delicious meat of his thighs. Fuck ! Minho’s mouth feels dry. Heat pools in his stomach as he continues scrolling.
The second is a video, The man lies on a bed, a mirror shot of his lower body in the frame, still no face.. But minho gasps as the reflection gives a clear view of the mans cock. Minhos hand resumes its grasp over his own length as he watches the way the mans fingers curl around the thickness of his cock, precum leaking from the tip which he gathers with his finger and pulls away, leaving a string of sticky residue over his thigh. Minho is going to fucking lose it.
“Fuck baby, Look how much of a mess you are for me. You want to come for me so badly hmm”
Minho glances around his room.. Knowing that the man physically CANNOT see him, No-one has planted a camera in his room secretly, this is prerecorded content, Made to feel like its tailor made to the viewers. Still. Minho’s cock twitches pathetically. His fist tightens, his strokes speeding up, his eyes stare blankly at the mans Cock as he runs his finger tips over the head teasingly. Minhos back arches of the bed, a warm sensation travelling through his spine.
“Thats it baby, Come for me.”
“Ahh, Oh My God!” Minhos body shivers, the words filtering in through his ears and travelling straight to his cock, he finishes instantly, body jerking involuntarily as waves of pleasure crash over him. “Ahhh.” He breathes as the last few drops of his release coat his lower stomach.
The video still plays, The man teasing his own tip, breathing heavy, Minho clicks off fast.
He doesn't think he could handle whatever that was for a second time. Two years of no sex, no hook ups and only his hand to ever satisfy his needs were probably to blame.. It was Definitely not the guy on the screen, definitely not.
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Its been around 5 days now, Minho has been making the most of his subscription to this odd service he has apparently subscribed to in his horny headspace. Not that hes complaining.. Although his cock would be if it had a voice. The past 5 days have been filled with orgasm after orgasm.. And frankly, Minho may just be addicted to this mysterious man he keeps watching.
The shop door swings open as Hyunjin arrives.
“Oh glad you could make it in today.” Minho smirks.
“Maybe if you weren’t so busy jacking off and answered your phone, you would know why i haven’t been in.” Hyunjin sarcastically smiles back.
“W-What i haven’t been, i wasn’t.” Minho stutters, a blush creeping up his face.
Hyunjin glares at him knowingly. “Lee Minho.. Are you hooking up with someone!”
“What? NO!”
“You are!!! I thought you had been perkier the last week or so!” Hyunjin sing-songs.
“Hyunjin. I am not hooking up with any-”
“What does he look like. Is he pretty? Does he have a nice cock!” Hyunjin prods.
Minho rolls his eyes. “I’m not fucking hooking up with anyone. Im too old for that!”
Hyunjin sighs. Throwing himself onto his chair and opening his sketch book. “Too old? For what? Sex.. You can never be too old for sex.. Ask Channie.”
“Id rather not.” Minho winces.
Hyunjin giggles at that. “There has to be a reason you’re so smiley happy.. You can talk to me you know?”
Minho rolls his eyes, albeit not strong enough to resist hyunjins needy charms. “OK! Ok.. if i tell you will you get off my back?”
Hyunjin nods.
“Ok. i subscribed to this guys website.. I think i have a problem.”
“So you DID ignore me because you were getting off? I knew it!”
Minho groans. “This is why i dont tell you anything!”
Hyunjin shrugs, closing his sketch book. “Minho Hyung, Ive told you a million times, i know people that are free and single. Theres also a shit ton of people that come in here and ask me if you are single.. Use it to your advantage!”
Minho shakes his head in disbelief. “Im not going to use my clients Hyunjin.”
“Who said anything about using??”
The door bell chimes again as a client enters, Hyunjin is pulled away from the conversation and Minho breathes a long sigh of air from his nose.
When he arrives home later that evening, he makes a plan of having a relaxing evening in, He feeds his cats, whips up a dinner for himself and then lazes on the sofa until he has consumed way to many episodes of his favourite series. His body feels stiff when he finally sits up, his back aching from where he has been hunched over tattooing paired with the awkward laying position he was just in.
Minho plods to the bathroom and turns on the taps, adding some bubbles to the water and running himself a hot bath to soothe his muscles. As he waits for the water to fill the tub, he sits haphazardly on the edge of the bath, phone in hand, and decides to check his emails for any enquiries.
He scrolls past a few initial regular spam emails before he taps on to one from an email address he hasn't yet seen. As the email loads, it becomes clear it isn’t an enquiry at all.
Come and Join @hanniesNut for his first live stream of the month tonight at 21:20.
Minho rolls his eyes, really wants to unsubscribe and not receive any more of these corny emails.. But he is curious, he glances at the clock on his bathroom wall. 20:55.. Plenty of time for him to enjoy his bath and settle down, so he does just that.
As he lays in the bath, warm water lapping over his flushed skin, he stares into space.. Watches the condensation fog up his bathroom window as he rests his head back and sinks further into the water. Days like this, with all of his free time, he wishes he had someone to spend the empty hours of his evening with, someone to welcome him home, someone to cook for, someone to settle on the couch and watch his favourite series with.. Instead, he finds himself laying here, counting the time he has left in order for him to be in time to tune in to a god damn live camboy show.. The past him would be repulsed.
Still, Minho finishes his bath a short time later, shoves on his sleep shorts and climbs into his bed, he props his phone up on the blanket and clicks onto the link from his emails, a loading screen pops up, Not live just yet.. But the comments are already flooding in, Some of which take him by surprise, others just egging him on to start already.
A few moments pass before the screen loads to a figure, dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and grey washed sweatpants, the outline of his cock is already prominent through the fabric, he has clearly gotten himself prepared for this.
The comments continue to flood in, donations popping up on screen, people begging him to take off his clothes already. But Minho likes the wait, he watched as the Man’s heel of his palm pushes into his crotch, letting out a hiss at the sensation, before rubbing his hand over the length. Minho shifts, temperature building in his lower body.
The man begins to speak.
“Mmm, so eager my baby’s.. You all want to see me so badly hm?”
The comments go wild. So does Minhos heart-rate..
“ Been as you asked oh so nicely..”
The man slowly peels off his sweatshirt, revealing his stomach and chest. His honey skin is lit up by a warm orange glow, Minho is in heaven.. How does someone look like that.. He is 100% sure if he was to see this guys face at any point.. It would be chiselled, prominent features, facial hair.. Typical ‘man’ judging by his voice and dirty talk.
“ Keep those requests coming.. If you want to see more you know what to do”
Minhos fingers hover over his typing bubble.. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t .. Before he can stop himself, he hits send on a comment. It reads -
How about you stop being a brat and get that pretty cock out for all of us. – Lee69 donated $40
He definitely has more money than sense..with how fast these comments are moving he doubts its even going to be seen, let alone listened to.
“oh , how polite.. Lee69, thanks for the donation baby.. This is for you.” The sound of his own username startles Minho.
The man stands, pulling his sweatpants teasingly slow down his hips, before the tip of his cock pokes out of the top.
Minho gulps. This is for HIM.
The man continues, finally pulling them all the way down his thighs, his cock bobs under the weight of itself, before he sits back down, his fist gripping the length.
Minho shifts uncomfortably hard, his hand presses against his own cock, he hisses at the overstimulation.. He is so hard, but clearly the past week of non-stop getting himself off has left him a little sensitive.
“Thank you for the donation ‘MrHanhole’ i see you want me to tell you how to fuck yourself.. Im sure that can be arranged, why dont you grab that dildo for me.. I know you have it with you, my good boy”
Minhos whole body is on fire.. Fuck, he cant! He cannot do this to himself, he needs to get off, has to. He is so fucking hard, so horny and he knows he will not sleep until his body is satisfied, there is no way he can touch himself.. Oversensitivity is not something he is good at handling.
“You got it baby.. Mm, slick it up for me, show me how wet you can get it.”
Minho watches his screen, his ears take in the obscene words leaving the mans mouth… he glances to his cupboard, he cannot, its been so fucking long.
“Mmm, Fuck baby, i love it when you’re a whiny little mess.. You want to make yourself feel good hm?”
FUCK IT.
Minho drops his phone onto his sheets, leaping out of bed and flinging his wardrobe doors open, his eyes land on a box shoved deep into the back, he lifts it off the shelf and places it onto his desk.. He stops for a second, takes a deep breath before opening it and staring at the contents.
Anal beads, Cock rings, Feathers, Blindfolds, Nipple clamps.. God no-one would ever guess this is what Minhos life used to be like, he glances through the box before lifting a smaller sized silicone dildo from underneath a pile of material. ‘This should do’ he thinks to himself.
He makes his way over to the bed, propping his phone onto his bundle of pillows and sitting on his knees in front of it, he watches the man on screen stroke himself slowly, words still filtering out of him as-if hes watching Minho directly.
In reality, Minho leans to grab a bottle of lube from the back of his drawer, he squirts a large amount onto his fingers and warms it between them, before leaning back enough for his finger to circle the rim of his ass.
“ Fuck.” He breathes heavily as he slides his finger in, up to his first knuckle, stretching himself open little by little as pleasure courses through his veins. The man on screen picks up his pace, grinds his hips over and over against his own hand, it turns Minhos brain to mush.. He adds a second finger, stuffs himself with both of them, rapidly picks up the pace to match the speed of the mans hand.
“Fuck, if i was with you right now baby, id stretch you open so good”
Minho gasps as he forces in a third finger, his knees go weak as he fucks them into his hole, scissoring and stretching himself open, he waists no time, its been so fucking long since he made himself come undone other than with a hand wrapped around his own cock, in truth, it all got a bit boring, maybe this is exactly what he needs.
“ Be a good boy for me, fuck yourself baby.”
If minho hadn’t already checked.. He would Definitely be searching his room for a secret camera now.. How does this guy seem to know exactly what to say and when to say it?
Minho grabs the dildo from his sheets, coats it in a generous amount of strawberry lube and lies on his back, he runs the tip of the silicone over his rim a few times, teasing himself for no reason other than to prolong the feeling. He takes a deep breath in, breathes out steadily, relaxes his body and slowly pushes the dildo inside himself.
“Fuck! Ahh” His voice is scratchy as he slides the length out, forcing it back in roughly.
“Good boy, fuck. You look so fucking good, you love stretching your pretty little hole for me hmm”
Minho glances at the comments again, notices the flood of comments that the man on screen must be replying to.. And feels a slight jealousy in his bones, he brushes it off because if he is real..Minho could pass away right now and honestly.. He wouldn’t be mad at it. He forces the dildo inside himself over and over as his back arches, the tip hitting his sweet spot and causing little ‘ah’s’ to escape his throat. All the time, eyes locked into the man on screen, the way his chest muscles flex, the way his torso rolls slightly as he grinds his hips up. Minho needs that, Needs every inch of his cock inside of him, nailing his prostate, filling him up.
The thoughts go straight to his own cock, he splutters as his orgasm hits. White ropes of his own release coating the soft lines of his stomach and his sheets. “Oh , oh my fucking god.”
Minho comes harder than he did the first time, completely untouched aside from his hole being stretched so fucking delightfully.
He lies for a second before the residue on his skin feels sticky, the cool air making him shiver. He sits up, breathes a little and stands to walk to his bathroom, his legs wobbly and unstable as he makes his way to the sink, picks up a wash cloth and runs it under a steady stream of warm water.
After he has cleaned himself up, Minho makes his way back to his bed, picking up his phone to the live streaming still going ahead, this time though.. The man is clothed again, his voice is soft as he speaks.
“You did so well, my perfect baby. Are you sleepy now?”
Minho’s heart does a weird flutter, this is all a little too real now, he clicks quickly off and replaces the live stream with white noise. Settles into his pillow and falls asleep shortly after.
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Summer hits, its always a busy time what with tourists coming in for random walk-in appointments as and when they are available, if truth be told.. Minho has only managed to tune in to his favourite camboy twice in the past two weeks. His schedule so busy that sometimes he has to stay till past 8pm, gets home, eats and crashes until hes up to repeat the same routine the next day.
He sits at the reception desk along with chan, carding through an array of emails, some nonsense that doesn’t require a reply, and some bookings. One particular email grabs Minho’s attention.
“ Here min, This ones for you” Chan smiles, handing over the laptop.
From - [email protected]
Hi, i have attached an image above that i would love to get drawn up and quoted if possible? I have seen a lot of work by your artist Minho and would love the opportunity to be inked by him.
The tattoo placement would be along my upper chest, with the large compass on the one side, ‘blessed’ following beside it in large font and underneath the phrase i have linked. I am available to come down whenever you have availability,
Please do not hesitate to ask any other questions.
Thanks
Jisung.
Minho compiles a response to send back quickly, eyeing the design ideas before he gives an estimation.
From - [email protected]
Hello, Jisung.
First of all thank you for enquiring with Jin and edge Ink. we appreciate you picking us for your go to parlour!
After scanning over the attachment you sent, i roughly think with the sizing and placement, you are looking at around $120-180 depending on size once we have it stencilled.
If you do want to go ahead with this, we take a non refundable deposit of $50 to secure, i will then draw up the piece and we can get a date set.
I look forward to hearing back from you.
Lee Minho
Artist
Jin and Edge Ink.
A few hours pass in the shop, walk-in appointments scattered throughout the hours of the day, Minho completing smaller pieces within an hour or so for clients who want a quick memory from holiday.
Minho checks his emails again before leaving to find that his client has already emailed back.
From - [email protected]
Hello minho!
Ahh this sounds amazing, please send over the bank details so i can pay for the deposit. I'm really looking forward to this. I am free whenever you are. Just send me a day and time.
Thanks again Minho
Jisung.
Minho emails over bank details, a date and a short thank-you, before packing up his things and heading home for the night.
When he reaches his house, he automatically grabs for his sketchpad and starts drawing out the design in detail. The tattoo is completely his vibe, right up his street with the more gothic font and sharp edges. Plus its always helpful when a client knows exactly what they want, its a few days away, but if he can get a head start then he will.
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Tuesday arrives quicker than expected, Minho is finishing up his morning appointment when Hyunjin calls his name from the front of the shop.
“Minho Hyung, your 2 o’clock is here.”
“Wont be long.” he shouts back, finishing the remaining touches of his current piece.. Its a smaller one, just a gothic Lunar style moth on a woman’s forearm. Pretty standard for Minho to tattoo.
He hears Hyunjin mutter to the client to take a seat and Minho will be out shortly.
Minho finishes off the rest of the tattoo and begins cleaning his station while the woman peers at her tattoo in the mirror.
“I love it wow!” She smiles at him.
“Im glad, If you make your way through. Chan will take your payment at the front desk. Thanks again!”
Hyunjin approaches as the woman leaves.
“Your next client, he's kinda cute” Hyunjin smirks.
“Hyunjin.. I am not using my clients.” Minho rolls his eyes as he continues cleaning his station and setting up the ink for the next session.
“Okay sure. But what about if he was to ask Youuuuu out.”
“Then i would say no, this is a professional meeting only.”
Hyunjin booes at Minho, wiggling his thumbs in a downward motion before he retreats back to the front desk.
“You can go through now.” He hears Hyunjin speak to the next client.
Minho is shocked when the man walks in, Hyunjin wasn’t lying when he said he was cute.
“Hi, You must be Jisung” Minho smiles, offering a hand.
“Erm yes, i am him. That is me, I’m Jisung.” The man stutters.
Minho takes his hand, shaking it firmly. Before ushering him over to the table.
His eyes scan the mans frame, he is wearing an oversized charcoal hoodie with angel wings sprawled onto the back in big white colour. A pair of loose fitted blue denim jeans and some raggedy converse that look like they have definitely seen better days.
His hair is fuzzy from where his hood has been sat over it, and cascades down his face in soft curls. Round cheeks puff out as he talks.. Minho thinks hes super cute. But definitely too young for him.
“So, as its going on your chest, you will need to be topless, but feel free to grab a blanket and cover yourself if you get cold or need some privacy.”
Jisung chuckles. “Oh, no thats fine. Let me just.” He pulls his hoodie off over his head, black t-shirt pulled with it as he sits, bare from the waist up on Minhos table.
Minho gulps, he looked a lot smaller under his baggy clothes, but his broad chest and toned arms say otherwise. He clicks his neck, before grabbing the stencil and stepping over to Jisung. “You ready?”
“Lets do it.”
Minho places the stencil across Jisungs chest, making sure to smooth out the paper, after a few seconds, he peels it back, revealing the line of blue stencilled ink underneath.
“Does that look all good, are you happy with the placement?”
Jisung stands, walks to the full length mirror and twists his body slightly. Admiring himself. “Thats perfect!” He smiles brightly, heading back to the table.
“Cool, if you get yourself comfortable then, we can start.”
And so, it begins. The first press of needle to his skin makes Jisung hiss slightly, Minho learns its his first tattoo shortly after.
“And you picked one this big?” he asks.
“Hey, my next one is going to be a big side piece, I’m sure you’ll know anyways.. Im gonna try and book again with you.” Jisung beams.
“Lets wait and see if you’re happy with this one first.. You may think I’m awful” Minho teases.
Around 30 minutes pass of casual small talk and questions about each other's lives, the usual client, tattooist chitter-chatter. But Jisung seems really interested in Minho’s personal life, and Minho doesn’t mind, its just.. Clients never bother to ask, always too caught up in the feeling of needles prickling into their skin to care. Jisung on the other hand, sits like the perfect client, no whinging after the first initial hiss, no breaks, just easy conversation.
“So what do you do for fun?” Jisung asks.
“Fun? Im too old for that.” Minho laughs, stretching the skin taut as he shades in the space of a compass.
“Old? You are only like 29 right?”
Minho splutters out a weak laugh, keeping his hand steady. “Im 36 Jisung.”
“What???” Jisungs mouth hangs open. “Aging like fine wine then.”
Minho’s face burns, his ears a tinged red. Jisung surely isn’t trying to flirt. “And you are?”
“Oh. 25!” Jisung smiles.
11 years.. Nope, Minho cannot go there. Although, the rise and fall of the mans chest and the way his toned torso sit beneath Minhos arm stirs something interesting in Minhos skin. Peaks his interest a little. Its not Jisung though, Definitely not.
An hour and 23 minutes later, the tattoo is complete, Minho sprays the area with finishing spray before wiping the blood clean.
“All done, go take a look.” he smiles.
Jisung stands, makes his way for the second time to the mirror, takes in his reflection and gasps. “Holy shit, it looks incredible! You are insane” He laughs.
Minho shrugs, “Im glad you like it. Chan will take your payment at the front desk, remember, leave the wrap on for a little bit before washing it with warm water, try to keep a protective layer over it, nothing scented.”
Jisung nods along. When Minho is finished talking he speaks again. “Can i book my next one, while I’m here?”
“Yeah sure, let me look at my schedule!”
The pair make their way to the front desk, greeted by Hyunjin who peeks at Minho and the shirtless client who has just appeared in front of him, before giving Minho a quick wink. Minho rolls his eyes and grabs his book.
After a small time flipping through, a free date pops up.
“Your probably going to need to do two sittings for this one.” Minho suggests,
Jisung shakes his head. “I can do it in one, dont worry. If you have the day free that is.”
Minho nods. “I do, if you are sure.” he jots a date and time down on a business card and hands it to Jisung as he pulls his hoodie back over his head.
“Thank you Minho Hyung” Jisung smiles.”See you next time.” And before Minho can say anything Jisung is gone.
“Cute guy.” Chan giggles.
Minho tuts. Pointing at them both, “Dont! He’s way younger.”
“And i bet he has great stamina then.” Hyunjin smirks.
Minho turns on his heels and retreats to his station to deep clean. Thoughts of Jisung in his head, he was cute, he complimented Minho.. He was super chatty, sat like a professional. Minho was excited to see him again.. Tattoo purposes only of course.
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A weeks worth of holiday sounded great when Hyunjin originally suggested it. “Enjoy the heat, ill close the studio just for one week, we can go and have some fun!” he had said. Minho had agreed, so had chan, the three of them opting to go to Hyunjin's family lake house.
Minho sits by the pool, legs dangling in as he designs a flashcard of designs he would love to tattoo on his iPad.. “Gonna put this out on instagram, does $40 per design sound ok?”
Hyunjin hums. “Yeah sounds great.”
Minho looks up, to be greeted by another public display of affection from chan and Hyunjin.. And now the weeks holiday doesn’t seem so great anymore. “Its hot, I’m gonna head inside.” He fans himself as he makes his way inside the patio doors.
Retreating to his ensuite, he turns on the shower tap and turns the water to luke warm.. As the temperature changes he scrolls aimlessly through his phone, closing off all of his open tabs when his eyes land on his recently used.
There, in all its glory.. His monthly subscription service.. He wishes it was Netflix, but instead.. The usual mystery man pops up. Its been around 4 days since he posted, odd from his regular schedule Minho thinks.. But who is he to know how often you should be uploading dick pics online? He doesn’t think much of it. Albeit slightly disappointed that his usual shower jerking material hadn’t been refreshed for a while.
He steps under the running water, coolness falling over his burning skin, and closes his eyes, relaxing into the feeling.
He falls asleep to the sound of waves crashing on the shore through his room window.
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The next day is filled with shopping trips, barbecues and swimming lessons, courtesy of Chan. Minho is grateful that even though he doesn’t have many people in his life, Hyunjin and chan welcome him with open arms.
One thing he isn’t so grateful for? Is the crude noises that come from their room.
Minho lies in bed, staring at the ceiling with a pillow clutched to each ear, attempting to muffle the sounds of next door's shenanigans.. Albeit the pillow being no help.
“Uhhhhh” ” He groans, shifting onto his side and reaching down into his duffle bag, he fiddles around a little until he finds his earphones, pulling them out and slotting them into his phone.
He quickly opens youtube and pulls up a documentary about big cats in the wild, attempting to take his brain anywhere from where it currently is.
The cheetah is the fastest animal in the world, with an impressive recorded top speed of 104.3 km/h.
Minho’s eyes flutter under the bright light of his phone, tiredness filling his system, when a notification bar pops up above the video.
Join HanniesNut Live stream now.
Minho glares at it, a strange bout of excitement in his veins, he quickly taps the link and shuffles further down the bed.
The screen loads up with the usual set up, Mystery man sits manspread on a computer chair, fully clothed and half hard in his sweatpants.. Nothing new. Minho would wait, he honestly would, But with tiredness and desperation, he decides to type out a comment.
Lee69 - Take it off already, pretty boy.
Lee69 donated $50
Should he be ashamed he is throwing money at random cam-boys online? Maybe.. But hes all for supporting, so what the hell does it matter, plus his ears perk up when he hears his username under the mans deep voice again.
“Lee69, thank you for the donation.. Dont worry, its coming off just for you baby.”
Minho smirks, his cock filling out at the pet-name and the suspense, he slides his hand into his sleep shorts, gripping himself lightly, teasingly as he watches the man stand and smooth his hands over the hem of his hoodie.
Minho squeezes himself tighter as the hoodie begins to be peeled off, toned, tanned torso filling his screen from ribcage to the top of his thighs,, Gosh Minho really needs to get laid soon.. The man smooths his hands down his torso, gliding them into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down until his cock springs free, it slaps against his stomach and Minho bites his lip, eager.
His hands grips his own cock tight as the man continues running his hands over his own body, down the expanse of his abs until he takes his cock in hand, stroking himself a few times. Minho does the same, begins stroking himself slowly, matching the mans pace, and then he stops.
Minhos mouth drops open. His hand dropping onto the sheet below as his eyes watch the man’s chest come into frame.. And there,, freshly healing.. Is a tattoo. It doesn’t register at first, not until Minho really takes it in, brings his phone closer to his face and reads the tattoo.
There, in bold black gothic font.. Is Jisungs tattoo, exactly how Minho designed it, Fresh and healing, scabbed over slightly.. It wasn’t done too long ago… Wait, wait wait wait. That is Minhos design.. The camboy cant be, it isn’t.. It wouldn’t be Jisung?!
Minho swipes off the video, pulling out his earphones and rushing to the bathroom, he runs the sink tap and gathers a handful of water, before splashing his face with it.. No, it cant be, surely he is seeing things? The camboy he has been getting off to for the past few weeks cannot be Jisung.
His mind whirls as he recounts his clients body.. Toned torso, broad chest, thick arms.. Oh god no. His mind switches to the memories of him fucking himself open to the sounds of the cam-boys voice.
Good boy…
Minho feels sick, his hands were on his favourite cam-boys chest? No.. it cannot be real, He shakes his head, conjuring up some kind of mistake, some kind of misconception, all it lands on is the memory of his clients email address.
Han Jisung
Han
HanniesNut???
FUCK
His skin flushes a bright red, he needs water, he needs it now.
Minho quickly exits his bedroom, making his way to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water, he stands staring at the counter blankly before he is blinded by the kitchen light being flicked on.
“Minho, its late, what are you doing up?” Hyunjin rubs his eyes. He stands barefoot at the other side of the room, dressing gown wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Hyunjin.. I-” Minho stops.
“Yeah? Minho you look pale.. Whats up?”
“I need to cancel Jisungs next appointment, i need to do it now.”
Hyunjin laughs. “Aww cant face the cutie for a second time?”
Minho glares at him. “Im serious Jinnie.”
“Minho, its in three days, thats gonna look bad on the studio.”
“Just.. just say I’m ill, i cant do it.”
“Gheez, whats got your knickers in a twist. Minho its fine.. Yeah hes cute but-”
“Hes a camboy!” Minho blurts out.
Hyunjin smirks.. Then huffs out a laugh. “And?”
“And I’ve been subscribed to him for the past few weeks.”
“Wait.. the one you was jerking off to and didn’t answer the phone?”
“I already told you i didn’t answer becau- you know what thats irrelevant right now, the point is, i cannot tattoo him again.”
“Minho.. Its probably not even him!” Hyunjin shrugs.
“It is.”
“And how do you know for sure?” Hyunjin cocks his eyebrow.
“B-because i just clicked on to his live stream and the tattoo i did for him is sat splayed across his fucking chest!!! I need to cancel.”
Hyunjins eyes nearly pop out of their socket. “Let me get this right, you have been paying for a camboy subscription.. To now find out that said camboy is a client who came in and was the cutest little thing known to man, flirted with you and made you laugh and you want to.. Cancel?”
Minho nods.
“Yeah absolutely not happening sorry. Manager says no cancellations.”
“Hyunjin this is not funny!!!”
“Oh get a grip Minho, its not like you’ve been paying him directly to jack off. He does it regardless.”
Minho’s eyes flicker around the room, silence between them.
“Minho.. You haven't?"
“I donated ok! Fuck i donated . I probably funded his tattoo.. Shit what do I do?”
“Whats going on? Why are you guys talking so loud?”
Minho and Hyunjins eyes dart to the door, Chan stands in the doorway.
Hyunjin bursts out laughing, “Minho has been donating to a camboy for the past couple of weeks because hes single and lonely and horny and the camboy turns out to be cute squirrel cheek boy from the tattoo shop.”
Chan mouth gapes open. “What?”
“Yeah.”
“HYUNJIN!!!!” Minho screeches.
“How do you know? Chan asks.
“He was just watching.. Ew actually.. Wait, can we see? Is he still live right now?”
“My god, you guys are gross. No!”
“No he isn’t live, or no we cant see? You know we could probably just find him anyway right?” Chan smirks.
Minho huffs, lifting his phone from the table and sliding it over to hyunjin. “Fine! Unlock it.”
Hyunjin and chan look at each-other, Hyunjin picks up the phone, unlocking it and pressing the live button.
“Shit ” Hyunjin blurts out. “Yeah thats your design alright.”
“Fuck, guys built!” Chan nods.
“Minho.. His cocks huge!”
Minho snatches the phone, scrambling to exit when it freezes.
“Mmm, Feels so good baby, you wanna come for me, good boy?” The mans voice sounds through the speaker.
Minhos face turns a bright shade of red. Hyunjin raises his eyebrows.
“No wonder you subscribed, shit Min!!”
“This cannot be happening, this isn't real. I need to sleep!!!” Minho quickly pockets his phone and practically sprints to bed, diving under the covers and squeezing his eyes closed tightly. It will all be over in the morning. He thinks.