aizetsu sat in the bedroom, as red as a cherry. On his face your shade of lipstick was all over his face, cheeks, lips, nose, chin, and forehead. He was being bombarded with affection from you. He was a flustered mess.

"... dearest, please.... You're going to make my poor heart burst..."

He spoke shyly, as if embarrassed by the doses of affection he got from you, his voice cracked a little, he loves your little kisses, but sometimes they flustered him so bad, he didn't even speak. Just sat there, as red as a ripe cherry.