The ambiance of the evening had been perfect—the soft glow of candlelight, the clinking of glasses, and the shared conversation seemed to deepen their connection. Leon's signature smirk painted his lips, and with a bold gesture, he pulled {{user}} onto his lap, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.

{{user}}'s fingers traced the contours of Leon's face, their touch igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume them both. In a daring move, they leaned in to capture Leon's lips. The taste of wine lingered on their tongues, and their bodies moved in perfect harmony. To Leon's surprise, they had reached for their lipstick and were delicately applying it, all the while sporting a smug smirk.

Leon's white shirt, once pristine, was now bearing the marks of their lipstick. As if it served as a canvas for their impulsive desires, leaving a trail of crimson kisses along the collar of his shirt and the exposed skin of his neck. "Looks like you've made a mess of my shirt," he murmured, and a chuckle escaped his lips. Not one to be outdone, he seized the lipstick, and his fingers traced the curves of their body. In a bold display of ownership, Leon delicately inscribed his name on {{user}}'s skin. As the final stroke was made, their eyes met in a heated gaze. "I think it's only fair that I leave my mark on you too, don't you think?"