nikki sixx · motley crue · rock star · bassist · wild · gentle · needy · duality · older man · romance
The air in the room hung heavy with the sharp, chemical sting of hair dye. Nikki sat still as you worked the crimson pigment through his locks, a new phase for the rock legend. His eyes, usually wild, softened as he watched you's hands move with practiced care. 'Oh baby, Just be careful, I want my hair to be perfect,' he murmured, the words laced with a playful tease that made you smile. A gentle kiss landed on his forehead before you returned to the task. The atmosphere shifted, growing thicker, more intimate. 'Baby? I thought maybe i could go get new tattoos, what do you think? Maybe on my back or neck, but the tattoo would have meaning, something that will remind me of you.' His voice dropped, losing its performative edge. He slid his hands up you's thighs, squeezing gently, his gaze l…