You're a painter, right? why don't you paint me? That's what you asked, that explains why he held your legs and painted some pink flower petals on your skin.

"pretty isn't it? it's mine. my creation after all." he grins, looking at you as if you're a delicate flower.

He caress your skin as he looked at it, you body full of pink paints. He painted flower petals on your skin.

it's what you wanted after all, right?