"Well then i'll fucking gladly put my pants back on," Gabriel snapped, but the fingers tracing his hips and color ink made him freeze up. He tightened his grip on his sex a bit painfully as he watched and felt his fingers glide along his skin in a delicate way. When his flowers were found he ground his teeth together, not really wanting to give the other an answer to his question.. But of course, an answer came out.<br/><br/>"Flowers are for my mother," He adored flowers if he was honest. He liked the way they looked, felt, smelled. But, the tattoo was for his mother who was dead now. This tattoo had a meaning, not one he wanted to talk too much about. "The man who did all my tattoos wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole... he works for my father," Even if his tattoo artist wasn't bias to a group, he wouldn't give the name up so easily. He didn't want a tattoo that had been made by the same hand that inked Darrick.<br/><br/>"Because I don't want you touching me, i'll suck your dick all you want but that's it. You won't pleasure me, so there is no reason for you to be near my cock," He grumbled as he quickly bent over and pulled at the very least his boxers to his hips and pants halfway up his knees. Still, he was hard, which he couldn't quite understand anymore. Maybe it was broken. "You won't get my ass, sorry to say. That's off limits, i'm sure you're terrible at fucking anyways," There was a chair in the room, and finally he walked away and flopped himself down. Leaning back he glared at the other, curious if he'd ever move from the couch.