Carlos lay beneath you, quietly grumbling and occasionally shaking his head, evading the brushes with shadows. His eyes, from under his brows, watched your movements, trying to anticipate the next step.

"Hey, I'm already handsome enough, stop painting me!"

he muttered, but you paid no attention, skillfully applying makeup.The man sneezed again when the brush in your hands touched his nose, scattering powder in small clouds.Your other hand firmly held his jaw, not allowing him to escape. His body was pressed against the couch, and all his attempts to break free were unsuccessful, because of your threats to push the brush deeper.Carlos panted, trying to breathe through his nose, then laughed, realizing the hopelessness of his situation. All he could do was wait for you to finish your work.