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"Are you definitely okay with me doing two tattoo's?" Thomas asks the blonde, worriedly looking at the back of his head.
"Yes Thomas. It's too late now anyways, you've already done the second one by now." Newt says as calm as he can, still not use to the feeling of the needle. He's lied down on his stomach, with his arms folded to hold his head comfortably. Abruptly, Newt's eyes screw shut, a sudden pain goes through his back where Thomas hit with the needle. Newt tenses up,
"Sh..- Just breathe. Okay? In and out. Do it with me." Thomas comforts him, trying to be gentle the best he can. "We're almost done, you're doing so well." Thomas softly tells him. The brunette's gloved hand slithers to his lower back, squeezing the tan skin. Thomas's thumb sways back and forth in a comforting manner, allowing Newt to relax. Newt's mind ponders a bit, wondering if Thomas is like this with everyone. Thomas did say before that 'more than half are women that come into his parlour' and that it does take hours on end to do some tattoos. Newt frowns to himself, not liking that idea. He reassures himself, 'it is strictly his work, that what he does'.
"You doing okay there?" Thomas interrupts his train of thought. Newt swiftly turns his head towards his boyfriend, smiling up at him.
"Yeah, yeah" Newt eases Thomas,
"I'm done,-" Thomas wipes Newt's back one more time down, "Go have a look in the mirror, I'll wrap them up after you've done." Newt nods, and gets off Thomas chair. He waddles over to the glowing mirror, turning around so he could see his back. Newt gasps, seeing his tan skin with a intricate design of the sun on his back.
(https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/5277724557821048/)
The black ink blended with the freckles on his back. Newt didn't expect to like a tattoo so much on him. Thomas was right, tattoo's could suit everyone.
"I see you like it then." Thomas appears behind him in the mirror, carrying a cardboard box. The two make eye contact in the mirror, smiling.
"Why a sun?" Newt asks him, his gaze still wondering his back.
"Because your my sun. You keep me alive. Plus..." Thomas takes off his shirt, showing Newt his back. "Your the sun to my moon Newt,"
(https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/5418462044688403/ - i saw this and immediately thought of him)
"Since when did you have that one?" Newt fingertips grazes his back, in awe.
"Got it done a couple days ago. Wanted to surprise you. Have you taken a look at the other tat?" Thomas asks him. Newt turns to the mirror again, looking at the back of his forearm instead. There it was, in Thomas's classic, realistic style was a cat tattooed on his arm. Newt looked in shock, he hadn't realised how good Thomas was at realism.
(https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/70931762873506284/)
"I knew you were never gonna let me have a cat Tommy. You didn't have to rub it in by tattooing one on me. It's still very good though.. but why a cat?" Newt turns his focus back on the mirror, staring at his tattoos.
"Who ever said I would never get you one?" Thomas tilts his head, connecting his gaze to Newts in the mirror.
"You did. When we made the bet. And Every other time I've asked for one." Newt stated, his face blank.
"Well uh- Yeah, Yeah whatever. Just look in the box." Thomas rolls his eyes, handing Newt the large box. Newt eyes the boy suspiciously , placing the box down and slowly opens it. Suddenly, a little grey cat pops out the box.
(https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/903323637743324629/)
"Lil bugger hates me, so don't be too excited. He's an angry shuck." Thomas rubs the back of his neck, scared of the cat.
"oh tommy," Newt slowly picks up the cat, bringing it to his chest and cuddling it. "How'd you know I wanted this one? And how can he be angry? Look at the cutie." Newt smiles at the cat, petting it and let it nudge it's head into him.
i cant be bothered finishing it, so here :) - one day ill finish it