Lip rings were good for more than just making you look hardcore.They gave you an excuse to have your hand near your mouth. They gave your lover an excuse to bite your lips when they kissed you. But most of all, they gave you an excuse to bleed.
Ryan’s lanky frame scooted closer, pressing Eric against the bathroom counter. He gazed up at him concernedly. “Are you going to be okay?”
The taller boy nodded, gently running his hand through the smaller’s hair. “Don’t you worry about me. It’s just a black eye and a bloody lip. I’ve had worse.” His words were nearly cut off as Ryan pushed up on his toes to press his lips to the corner of the other boy’s mouth. He gently tasted the skin there, lovingly licking away the little bit of blood that still remained. Eric smiled softly and tilted his head, stealing a bittersweet kiss.
Lip rings did more than make you look hardcore, have your lips bitten, or give you an excuse to bleed. They gave your lover an excuse to kiss away your pain.
