The tattooed man lies on his back, fingers slick with spit as he sucks his own knuckles, his dark hair damp against the pillow. His lips glisten wet, tongue flicking out to lick the salt from his chin before he drags a needle between them, then holds it in his mouth like a promise. A pink object presses between his thighs, untouched but heavy with implication, while his fingers trace his own lips in slow, deliberate circles.
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