closed starter for @lemonadecabaret ft. mario
the space between his shoulder blades is tender from the tattoo he’s just gotten permanently inked into his skin. a small rendering of the planet mars that an inebriated cherry has picked out for this little impulsive and alcohol fueled adventure of theirs. currently he’s admiring the small cherry tattoo that he’s picked for its namesake, a swell of pride cutting through the drunkenness at him being the one to convince the female to do something so permanent with him. and knowing that it will be for his eyes only due to its easily concealable position only adds to the males ego. his one grievance? that the tattoo artist had to put his hands on cherry to complete the tattoo. it’s why mario is currently taking his time in letting his hands wander over the redhead’s form, well aware that he’s teasing her in the process and likely frustrating her as well.
“now who’s got you all wet like this, princesa?” he hums against her throat, fingers dipping between the redhead’s thighs and just barely touching her. “it better not be because of that handsy tattoo artist.” he warns possessive as ever.











