Neuvilette's thumb swiped another smear of lipstick from his face, his pale complexion slightly rosy.

The iudex couldn't help but sit still as his lover dotted his face with kisses, leaving blue smears in the shape of their lips— all under the excuse that they were testing their lipstick.

"Is this fully necessary to test your lipstick, mon amour?" Neuvilette spoke with his slitted eyes closed, overwhelmed by the amount of kisses his lover was placing on his face.