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Draco had barely opened Orion Ink when he heard the door open. Draco finished chewing his lunch quickly, tossed the evidence in the bin and washed his hands in the sink that faced the door. A dark haired man walked toward him and Draco could have sworn something about him seemed familiar. Regardless, it was time to head to work, hopefully this walk in wanted something fun or at least something new.
“Welcome to Orion Ink. My name is Draco and I am the owner and one of the artists here. What are you looking to get done?” Draco asked, finally looking at the man’s face.
Harry almost turned back when he heard the owner’s voice. He knew that voice, he hadn’t heard it in almost ten years, but he would recognize that voice anywhere. He had heard Draco had gone into the muggle world to work, but he didn’t realize that the man had become a tattoo artist. Nor did he expect to see Draco covered in tattoos including a vine of black roses down one arm, complete with red thorns. Draco was wearing a black tank-top and grey shorts…almost all of his exposed skin was covered in ink, his other arm had a Hungarian Horntail wrapped around it. Draco’s face and fingers were the only places without artwork. Harry took in the ink, envying the quality of the pieces and loving the way that they seemed to accentuate Draco’s gorgeous, lightly muscled, body.
Draco’s grey eyes widened in shock as he found familiar emerald eyes giving him a once over, followed by a slower second over, stopping to study Draco’s tattoos. Draco felt his face flushing and cursed the fact that his face was so pale, he cleared his throat, hoping that his voice would sound normal.
“Well, hello there Potter. I am the only one in the shop at the moment, if you want to see my work I can get you a book, or if you would prefer someone else, I can take your information and give you a call when my other artists come in.” Draco said in a rush, breaking eye contact in an attempt to think straight.
Harry’s heart hammered in his chest as Draco spoke to him, their eyes locked as they sized each other up, both wondering if the other would bolt. Harry cleared his own throat before replying.
“Well I was thinking about getting a phoenix. A large one on my chest that looks a bit like Fawkes. With ash under its feet and wings starting to catch fire whilst in flight.” Harry said nervously, looking down at the floor.
“I can definitely do that, I have no clients scheduled for today if you want to stay here while I draw up something, again unless you want a different artist…” Draco muttered uncertainly.
“Unless the person who did your Horntail also works here I look forward to getting tattooed by you.”
Draco felt his face flush once more. “Well I drew this dragon…one of my artists had to tattoo me though.”
“Well then it’s settled, where should I sit while you draw?” Harry asked, unable to mask his excitement.
Draco pulled a stool up to his work space and nodded at it, Harry sat while Draco grabbed his tablet. Together, they created a gorgeous phoenix, just as Harry had described it. Harry went off for a snack while Draco added colors to it and they chatted for a while when Harry got back. One of the other artists came in and met Harry which took some of the pressure off the men to entertain each other. But as Harry removed his shirt for the stencil, Draco gasped, and tried to turn it into a cough. Harry was incredibly fit, the muscles on his chest were calling out to him to be touched gently as Draco ran his gun.
Draco sat upon his rolling stool and warned Harry as he turned on his machine. “Okay get ready, this might sting.”
Harry nodded and braced himself. As the needles worked in and out of his skin, Harry realized he barely noticed the pain over the electricity flowing through his body at Draco’s touch. Every time he applied cream or cleaned off extra ink, Harry felt a tingle, regardless of the gloves Draco was wearing. They didn’t say too much while Draco worked on the outline, but they caught up a bit, enough to know that both of them were single…and well gay. Harry did his best to focus on the pain instead of the increasing feelings of desire that coursed through his body. Draco was also struggling to focus on his line work, he felt electricity from Harry as well, and that never happened, no matter how attractive the client. Draco figured it probably had something to do with him having a crush on Harry for most of his life, but he felt like Harry was experiencing something similar, which both confused and excited him.
The line work finished, and Harry paid Draco for his time, giving him a generous tip. Draco took a few photos before covering his tattoo and they made a date to start adding in color. Draco walked Harry to the door, not something he always did but he tried to act as if it was.
“When does the shop close?” Harry asked as his face flushed.
“Midnight, why?”
Harry closed the space between them and kissed Draco’s lips gently. “See you then.” Harry whispered before he apparated away.