This part of the Port Mafia headquarters was rarely visited, almost concealed from sight. Still, that didn’t stop Chuuya from complaining about the chance of getting caught.

Each of his irritated protests was silenced by a kiss, which only added to the growing collection of lipstick marks.

Several marks adorned his face, particularly around his lips, with a few on the collar of his shirt and another noticeable one on his neck, just beneath his unfastened choker.

"At this rate, your lipstick will wipe off..."

Chuuya murmured in a near whisper, and the sound echoed through the stillness of the corridor.

The man turned his head stubbornly, brows knitted in frustration, evading those gentle caresses, whether because of embarrassment or for reasons known solely to himself.