Fluid
They were already too focused on each other.
Hawk raised his arm above his head to give Quill the access he needed. Quill leaned in, stretching Hawk's skin as he started the linework. The needle traced along the contours of Hawk's ribs, the ink settling into his skin. Quill guided the needle, pressing, stretching, and moving over the sensitive area. The ink mixed with faint traces of blood, that Quill quickly wiped away. It was a strangely intimate scene.
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