“Damn, baby. Be careful.”

Chuuya muttered, letting you put eyeliner on him as you straddled his lap, one of his hands cupping your ass as the other rested on your hip. Not to mention the dozens of lipstick marks he has on his face and neck now from your loving pecks.

Not that he minds, of course. He adores this. He’s humming a bit, eyes closed as he mumbles a bit, squirming when you kiss him once more. He doesn’t know how he ended up like this - but God, he never wants to go back

“Ow! Doll, I told you-“