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Josuke entered the door covered in a certain kind of laminated glass in one of the huge buildings that were installed on the outskirts of the great center, more specifically in the north of the city, where the factors that eluded the most disabled and distant population were found.
It was not uncommon to imagine that S City was much more modern than Morioh. Most citizens fantasized in their lives below the fabulous city hall in television dramas that everyone would like to experience - a lie sold at an extremely low price. While Higashikata rendered his services to the community police, all he faced was a hard and clear reality that boiled down to the very high expectation, and that he also forgot over and over again a simple and unique fact: the job market was competitive, and no one would wait for you on the other side.
The officer pinched his freshly shaved beard, closing the door behind himself and rolling his eyes behind the posters. The opening was at 11am on weekends. He was lucky to arrange an appointment in advance. Josuke was starting to feel a little lonely in the middle of the establishment the instant he noticed a concrete absence amid the walls colored in lime green. Even though it is a particularly famous studio along the north, the policeman created his own doubts when going around the reception, observing all those elegant details in his well-made design.
There were a few potted plants leaning around the clear door, as well as a flashy amount of wood furniture that gleamed on a standardized palette and also - if he could bet - personalized. Higashikata was not a very artistic person in all things, but he found himself enjoying the good taste of its owner without even knowing him.
His train of thought was drastically broken shortly after that, when he turned towards the bench again and realized that it was no longer so empty. The young felt ashamed, crossing the room in a matter of seconds and standing before the man who was supposed to be the attendant.
"I made an appointment at your number. I'm Higashikata Josuke, from the police station."
"I'm aware," the man responded frigidly, gesturing in his round glasses and removing them after a few seconds while resting him on the collar of his black sweater: where was that moment when he looked at Josuke, piercing him with his dark green eyes that sparked a dangerous atmosphere. "Are you here for a tattoo?" he asked, his calm voice totally disconnected from his posture.
The cop came out of his trance, blinking when he realized that he had been looking at the details of his sculpted face for a long time.
"No," he spoke on such an occasion, realizing that his voice had sounded weaker than it should have the instant the other arched his thin eyebrows. "I came to the body piercing service with Kishibe Rohan."
Instantly, a subtle smile formed between the shortest man's red lips. He coughed softly behind the table, accentuating the design he was sketching on a new project. "I’m the body piercer, and I'm also the tattoo artist."
The officer's mouth trembled gradually, analyzing what he had just heard and realizing that - for all the reasons he decided to ignore - there was no professional other than him in the entire studio. Josuke was in front of one of the greatest professionals specialized in body modifications in Japan.
He felt pathetic.
"I-I'm sorry! I never saw a body piercer without piercings, so I was rude to draw my conclusions."
"It's all right." The specialist finished organizing his folders, setting them aside at the wider counter. "Not all professionals work alone in roles like this, and you were not wrong," he added: a sarcastic expression gracing his face.
Josuke remained confused until Rohan opened his mouth, showing the metallic jewel on his tongue. The sight made him shiver as the older man returned to his former position.
"It seems to have hurt."
Kishibe accessed his cell phone momentarily, sliding his fingers along the screen for a distance that prevented him from seeing it. "Not as much as yours will hurt," he looked suddenly surprised, biting his lower lip when he saw something through it and looking him up and down. "I didn't know you planned to pierce your… nipples."
Higashikata almost dared to say that this was just a simple mistake and that, in fact, he had gone into the wrong place.
He meant, he was always passionate about the audacious and exasperatedly unique character that bodily modifications conveyed. More correctly, since his adolescence: when he was just a punk eager for radical changes and aggressive expression. However, throughout this period, there was a thick line that prevented him from doing something about it.
This line was entitled, in the clearest possible way, as the solid and seriously undisturbed Japanese values. Josuke could not do his job with visible tattoos or flashy piercings. He could not use this kind of thing in public, because it would only improve the decrepit view that he was a real delinquent beyond all unproven assumptions. His mother was also not very kind in the whole process.
The world was shit full of prejudice. Josuke thanked himself for being inside the capital, full of different people and who did not even know him, in addition to a considerably emphatic diversity. Who knew that after all these years he would be gathering enough courage to do something. Still, he did not expect that of all the professionals in Tokyo who would be willing to assist him, this would be Kishibe Rohan.
And, even worse: that Kishibe Rohan was extremely hot in each of his curves.
The policeman did not need to talk about the rest.
"You should receive very few customers for this application." Mainly men , Josuke thought.
Rohan was in front of his computer at the time, analyzing the size of the jewels that would be more suitable for Josuke's structure. Or rather, for the structure of his nipples.
“In reality, most of my clients choose this location. It's less visible and discreet, and most believe that there is something attractive about that part of the body when they think of pleasing their partners," he replied calmly, seeming to have found the right pair. His throat made a brief choking sound when he swallowed firmly, standing up towards the stretcher the cop was sitting on. Rohan put on his latex gloves, never really looking up. "By the way, are you trying to please someone, Higashikata?"
Wait . Was that an attempt to question whether he was single...?
The professional did not seem to be so concerned about not entering his space. Josuke did not have to think too hard to conclude that he was the straightforward type, but that he was always ready to retreat at any time.
"No one but myself," the officer shrugged.
Kishibe seemed to like his answer. "Take off your shirt."
Higashikataka stated in disagreement with his own thoughts more confused than the previous ones when faced with the fact that he had completely forgotten that this moment would come. A wave of cold air washed over his abdomen as he pulled his shirt against his torso, somewhat embarrassed at the idea of keeping himself exposed to an unknown person - moreover, to needing to be touched.
Rohan finished sanitizing his piece and the clinking of the metals together made Josuke's hair stand on end without his control.
He did not even notice when the artist approached him, leaving his world as soon as he touched his left shoulder. "It would be interesting to imagine you with a tattoo on your trapezius."
His hands were lost somewhere on Josuke's biceps, descending back to his bare chest.
"Do you have any suggestions?"
The specialist demonstrated characteristics of reflection, scratching his chin before pulling out his own bench, sitting in front of the man who followed all his sublime movements with his eyes wide open.
"Well, I would like to work on an exclusive design. This is my greatest specialty. Still, I believe your shoulders would look nice with a star."
The icy sensation of the two stems poking his temperature-stiffened nipples made him shiver and Josuke had to take a deep breath when he thought Rohan was a very serious professional, otherwise he would be laughing absurdly at him.
"I promise I will be as fast as possible," the body piercer whispered, making a sudden eye contact that left him mesmerized in the depth of his incisive jaw and eyebrows joined in an unintentionally seductive physiognomy.
Fuck . He would need to ask for his personal number after all this madness was over.
Higashikata winced when the needle pierced his sensitive nipple, radiating a more painful sensation than he imagined from his chest. But Rohan did not seem so willing to slow his pace, giving him no chance to get used to the sudden and uncomfortable intrusion: which elicited a relieved groan from Josuke the moment he crossed the other side, cutting the catheter.
They looked at each other automatically in mutual surprise, and for the first time the shorter one could not hide his half smile. "It's hurting a lot? I can be lighter next time.”
The cop repented. He wanted to run as fast as possible, and that was not even justified by the pain he was feeling.
"N-No, it's just uncomfortable."
Rohan widened his enthusiastic face as he wiped away the excess blood, as if he were a damn sadist who was enjoying himself in watching him suffer - although he would never admit it. "Right."
He hurried on to continue his torture session. Surgical steel was gently placed through his reddened and mutilated nipples for his ability to easily forgive his own mistakes and to agree with all the insane ideas that came to his silly brain.
The smaller one closed his piercings through the disharmonized jewels of his small rods in the famous traditional model, aided by one of his surgical scissors. "They are perfectly symmetrical," he said, subtly moving away and evaluating his work from afar by circling the taller man's nipples, which caused another sigh of the young adult. He stretched, ending it with a flick on his injured part that almost made him scream. "They suit you, Josuke."
A series of swear words filled Josuke's mind. He thought of several different ways to finish him off in that cramped studio when trying to move, but the extraordinary pain he was experiencing made him inferior in the face of such a powerful sight.
He preferred to give up.
"That's what you are paid for, anyway."
"I wouldn't have agreed to do your perforation if the result was different," Rohan added, acting as if nothing had happened by claiming his glasses and handing him his shirt. Josuke was anesthetized when he picked it up, watching his thin hips sway as he moved around the cubicle, discarding his gloves and rubbing his wrists together. "Avoid sleeping on your stomach or wearing complicated clothes, in addition to all the other indications that I informed you on my card and you will have no problems."
Higashikata touched himself by holding his fabric better, recognizing the texture of the information sheet behind his pocket.
When had he left it there?
He swallowed, deciding he did not need an answer. The policeman stood up from the stretcher, hesitating before approaching the specialist when he received yet another curious and penetrating look in response.
"How much would you charge for that tattoo?"
Josuke would make a point of taking off his shirt, and he would make a point of forcing Rohan to see him again.