fic: washable tattoos
title: washable tattoos
pairing: dan agger/fernando torres
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
mostly just written for my obsession with tattoos ngl
The silk sheet feels cool against his back; comforting - comfortable. He would say he’s pretty relaxed, his breathing even, his chest rising and falling normally. He has nothing to really worry about. After all he trusts Dan.
“Do you want a blindfold?”
Fernando’s eyes whip open and fall onto Dan immediately. He stands before him, looking down on him as he lies on the floor of his bedroom, completely bare.
“Do I need it?”
Dan shrugs. “It’s up to you.” He drops to his knees and brings his fingers to caress the pale skin of Fernando’s stomach. “You could always wear it though your hands your hands will be free.” As soon as Fernando nods a piece of cloth lands on his stomach and Dan is standing up again. “Have that on before I come back.”
He watches Dan walk away before doing what he says. He still doesn’t know what is going on tonight. Dan had called him up earlier that day and told him he wanted to try something out on him and had asked if Fernando trusted him. Fernando does and now he finds himself naked on the floor willingly blindfolding himself. He doesn’t question it.
A faint pitter-patter of steps sounds in his ears and he tilts his head up. It is completely silent but he knows Dan is back in the room with him; Fernando can sense him, feel him. He eases his head back down and waits.
A warm hand settles on his stomach, a flat palm covering his bellybutton. He can feel the rough fabric of jeans press lightly into his side as Dan settles next to him. The hand starts to caress and Fernando sucks in a breath.
Then something else touches his skin, right above his rib but below his nipple. He doesn’t know what it is except that it’s blunt and soft and small. When it runs down his side so does the hand on his stomach. It stops at right above the slight tussle of hair.
As soon as he takes in a deep breath the hand closes around his cock, the object crossing over to his abdominals now. The tip of the object presses in a little harder and it makes him gasp.
“Are you drawing on me?”
For a moment that may be minute, maybe more maybe less, there is nothing but silence. Even the hand on his cock has stopped. But it picks up again; this time harder, rougher.
“You can take a look if you want or wait.”
The motion on his cock speeds up with a flick of his wrist and Fernando cannot really concentrate on anything. One moment his mind wants to know what is being put on his skin (and by what exactly) and then jumps to his need to wanting to come - hard and fast preferably. So he remains quiet and speaks only with his body as he arches up into the touches and what he believe is a pen.
His breath catches in his throat a while later and Dan knows he’s close. Fernando no longer feels the press of the blunt tip but instead a hand settles over his balls. He bucks his hips up. The moan that escapes his lips is shameless when Dan pushes a dry finger inside; Fernando comes instantaneously in Dan’s hand who sees him through the orgasm before ripping off the blindfold.
The natural light is overwhelming and takes Fernando a moment to settle his eyes, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. When Dan’s face comes into view Fernando reaches up, locks his hands behind his neck and kisses him hard.
“What were you doing?” Fernando mumbles into his mouth. Dan pulls away and waves his hand.
“Take a look.”
He sits up and glances down before flicking his gaze to Dan and back again. In black marker, a crown about the size of his palm adorns his side.
“These two jewels here,” Dan says softly as he presses his index and pinky finger into Fernando’s skin, indicating the two at the bottom ends of the crown, “would be red and these two,” his fingers shift over slightly, “would be white.”
Fernando looks up and locks his eyes onto his. “And the middle one?”
“Blue.”
Fernando smiles. “Would you do that?”
“Would you want it?”
Fernando nods as he pulls Dan in for another kiss. “One day.”
The thought of Fernando wearing Dan’s native crest on his skin permanently makes him smile. “I will do it for you.”
***the crown referenced is apart of denmark's coat of arms
pairing: dan agger/fernando torres
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
mostly just written for my obsession with tattoos ngl
The silk sheet feels cool against his back; comforting - comfortable. He would say he’s pretty relaxed, his breathing even, his chest rising and falling normally. He has nothing to really worry about. After all he trusts Dan.
“Do you want a blindfold?”
Fernando’s eyes whip open and fall onto Dan immediately. He stands before him, looking down on him as he lies on the floor of his bedroom, completely bare.
“Do I need it?”
Dan shrugs. “It’s up to you.” He drops to his knees and brings his fingers to caress the pale skin of Fernando’s stomach. “You could always wear it though your hands your hands will be free.” As soon as Fernando nods a piece of cloth lands on his stomach and Dan is standing up again. “Have that on before I come back.”
He watches Dan walk away before doing what he says. He still doesn’t know what is going on tonight. Dan had called him up earlier that day and told him he wanted to try something out on him and had asked if Fernando trusted him. Fernando does and now he finds himself naked on the floor willingly blindfolding himself. He doesn’t question it.
A faint pitter-patter of steps sounds in his ears and he tilts his head up. It is completely silent but he knows Dan is back in the room with him; Fernando can sense him, feel him. He eases his head back down and waits.
A warm hand settles on his stomach, a flat palm covering his bellybutton. He can feel the rough fabric of jeans press lightly into his side as Dan settles next to him. The hand starts to caress and Fernando sucks in a breath.
Then something else touches his skin, right above his rib but below his nipple. He doesn’t know what it is except that it’s blunt and soft and small. When it runs down his side so does the hand on his stomach. It stops at right above the slight tussle of hair.
As soon as he takes in a deep breath the hand closes around his cock, the object crossing over to his abdominals now. The tip of the object presses in a little harder and it makes him gasp.
“Are you drawing on me?”
For a moment that may be minute, maybe more maybe less, there is nothing but silence. Even the hand on his cock has stopped. But it picks up again; this time harder, rougher.
“You can take a look if you want or wait.”
The motion on his cock speeds up with a flick of his wrist and Fernando cannot really concentrate on anything. One moment his mind wants to know what is being put on his skin (and by what exactly) and then jumps to his need to wanting to come - hard and fast preferably. So he remains quiet and speaks only with his body as he arches up into the touches and what he believe is a pen.
His breath catches in his throat a while later and Dan knows he’s close. Fernando no longer feels the press of the blunt tip but instead a hand settles over his balls. He bucks his hips up. The moan that escapes his lips is shameless when Dan pushes a dry finger inside; Fernando comes instantaneously in Dan’s hand who sees him through the orgasm before ripping off the blindfold.
The natural light is overwhelming and takes Fernando a moment to settle his eyes, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. When Dan’s face comes into view Fernando reaches up, locks his hands behind his neck and kisses him hard.
“What were you doing?” Fernando mumbles into his mouth. Dan pulls away and waves his hand.
“Take a look.”
He sits up and glances down before flicking his gaze to Dan and back again. In black marker, a crown about the size of his palm adorns his side.
“These two jewels here,” Dan says softly as he presses his index and pinky finger into Fernando’s skin, indicating the two at the bottom ends of the crown, “would be red and these two,” his fingers shift over slightly, “would be white.”
Fernando looks up and locks his eyes onto his. “And the middle one?”
“Blue.”
Fernando smiles. “Would you do that?”
“Would you want it?”
Fernando nods as he pulls Dan in for another kiss. “One day.”
The thought of Fernando wearing Dan’s native crest on his skin permanently makes him smile. “I will do it for you.”
***the crown referenced is apart of denmark's coat of arms
