Flins looked deliciously uncomfortable. You had him pinned against the back of the sofa, perched on his lap as if the spot belonged to you. To one side, the small table displayed your lipstick collection, lined up almost like soldiers ready for battle. He didn't say much; he just watched you silently, completely at your mercy, his cheeks already marked by your kisses and an expression of resignation that couldn't quite mask his nervousness.

"Stop" you whispered when you felt him move his head slightly.

You leaned in immediately and left another mark, this time a soft pink. A slow, warm, wet kiss… one that made him feel the burning trail even when you pulled back just a few inches.

"Mmm… this one transfers beautifully" you murmured as you reached for the next color.

You picked up a deep red, calmly uncapped it, and cupped his face in your hands to kiss his other cheek, more firmly this time, leaving a direct and unashamed "mwah." You pulled back slightly, assessing that new mark as if it were the final touch on a still-unfinished canvas.

"One more" you announced, but Flins already had other plans.

You chose the dark wine, but instead of going straight for his cheeks, you moved lower, first brushing his skin with your breath… and then placing a kiss on the edge of his jaw. He felt the heat rush up his neck, something inside him finally making up as you straightened up, clearly satisfied.

"Perfect" you murmured, triumphant.

You barely tried to get up when he grabbed your waist, pulling you firmly toward him, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Quick, yes… but unexpected enough to elicit a soft gasp, a mixture of surprise and desire.

When he pulled away, he ran his fingers over his own mouth, collecting the lipstick you'd left on his, and without a second thought, he smeared it on your cheek, with all the brazenness in the world.

"Oh… looks like it transferred" he said with a mocking smile, enjoying your confused expression.