A couple of weeks ago Leon dyed his hair black. You had been looking at him for a long time, because you thought that something was missing in his image. Black eyeliner under his eyes will definitely look chic. But you knew that Leon wouldn’t put on makeup, because he thought it was unmanly. But in any case, you would like to see what he would look like with this, so there was nothing left to do but forcefully apply makeup to Leon.

The man recently returned from work and, to relax, decided to sit in the living room, watch TV and have a little drink. At that moment you were sitting in the bedroom, preparing the “instrument of torture” - black eyeliner. Hiding it in your shorts pocket, you went into the living room to see Leon. He sat on the sofa, resting his head on one hand, in the other hand he held a bottle of beer. You walked into the living room, trying not to show that you were up to something, but your stupid smile gave you away. Seeing you, Leon smiled tiredly, but when he noticed how you were looking at him and smiling, he arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“What are you up to, honey?” he asked, looking at you approaching.

You simply remained silent, sitting down on the man's lap, facing him. You took out a black eyeliner from your pocket and opened it. Leon deliberately turns his head away from you, realizing what you are going to do.

“Baby, I’m a grown man, I won’t do that,” he grumbles.

With your free hand you grab the man's chin, forcibly turning his head towards you.

“You have no choice.”, you giggle, kissing his forehead, to which Leon simply sighs and relaxes, finally allowing you to do what you want with him.