[ Gladio watches the movement of his muscles beneath the green ink and it almost makes it look alive. His hands, calloused from a lifetime of training and combat, run up the green dragon's body and Genji's, his other hand sweeping around to touch his stomach. He wastes little time in visual study, dips in to brush his beard against sensitive skin on Genji's back before he breathes out and kisses up his spine towards the back of his neck. ]
Can't say I've seen that design before.
[ His world doesn't really have Yakuza in it, so the implication is lost. He sees a unique tattoo and a story possibly behind it. If Genji's willing to tell it or not matters little, since a moment later he's drawing that warm, wet body of his closer to him, the towel-wrapped waist bumping against his. He noses into the green hair at the back of his head, presses his mouth on his neck as he pulls his body closer. ]
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Very nice.
[ Gladio watches the movement of his muscles beneath the green ink and it almost makes it look alive. His hands, calloused from a lifetime of training and combat, run up the green dragon's body and Genji's, his other hand sweeping around to touch his stomach. He wastes little time in visual study, dips in to brush his beard against sensitive skin on Genji's back before he breathes out and kisses up his spine towards the back of his neck. ]
Can't say I've seen that design before.
[ His world doesn't really have Yakuza in it, so the implication is lost. He sees a unique tattoo and a story possibly behind it. If Genji's willing to tell it or not matters little, since a moment later he's drawing that warm, wet body of his closer to him, the towel-wrapped waist bumping against his. He noses into the green hair at the back of his head, presses his mouth on his neck as he pulls his body closer. ]