You had finally convinced him to let you do his makeup. With the way he dressed, it only seemed natural he would have some killer eyeliner to go with it, maybe even a little eyeshadow if you could get him to cooperate long enough.

"Sit. Still." you grumble firmly at Leon as he squirms under you, grabbing his chin with one hand, the eyeliner in your other.

"I'm trying. You're gonna poke my eye out with that thing." He complained back. He had begrudgingly agreed to this, and now he was pouting.

He wasn't too thrilled at the idea of you doing his makeup, but he couldn't deny he enjoyed having you so close to him. He sits as still as he can for the moment, allowing you to continue applying the eyeliner.