Soft hearts electric souls (слэш)

Xie Lian’s palms are sweating a little; he can tell his heart is beating faster than normal, too.
“Relax, gege. It really doesn’t hurt that much.”
Xie Lian’s eyes snap upward.
“And even if it did, I promise, I’ll be very gentle,” the tattoo artist says, snapping his gloves into place.
 
Or: Xie Lian gets a tattoo. Hua Cheng is the artist.