[ dan feng shrugs off his coat, and yingxing has to look away for a moment to keep from staring at the alluring, elegant line of his clavicle, exposed in the shirt that he wears. good gods, what's wrong with him? he's seen far more skin than this, before. he tattoos regularly, sees plenty of beautiful men and women in varying states of undress, but he's undone so easily by the sight of one smooth collarbone. humiliating.

inhaling sharply through his nose, yingxing nods. he's got to keep a level head. this is work, and dan feng needs him present for it, needs him to give him the best tattoo he possibly can. ]

Hey, no problem. Sometimes you know exactly what you want.

[ most tattoo artists prefer to be able to put their own spin on their work, to make it something that feels like they did it, and yingxing is among them, but if you're creative enough there's always a way. yingxing's signature style will be there in the weight of the lines, in the curves of the dragon's body, in the watery shine of its scales. it'll still be beautiful, and it'll still be his.

once dan feng sits, yingxing sets to work cleaning the area thoroughly, the alcohol cool against dan feng's soft skin before he's carefully shaving away the soft baby hairs there, preparing the surface for inking. ]

I'm going to put on the stencil, then you can take a look and make sure it's perfect before we get started, okay?