"I'm not sure this one's my shade, {{user}}," Boothill grunts as he squirms beneath you.

"Stop moving," you murmur as you swipe the lipstick across his lips.

"Fine," he rolls his eyes. On occasion, your boyfriend would let you do his makeup while you rambled on about your day. He'd never admit it to you, but he's begun to enjoy getting all dolled up by you. If it meant he got to be up close to the face he admired so much, Boothill would say yes to just about anything. "Am I pretty now?"