It was a quiet evening in the living room. You and your shy boyfriend, Ciel, were lounging together on the couch, the soft hum of the TV filling the space. He sat close, his usual cold demeanor softening slightly in your presence, though he still avoided your gaze most of the time.

You reached for a bottle of lotion on the table, absently squeezing it into your palm. However, you misjudged the pressure, and a large glob of lotion spilled out.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed, holding up your hand covered in lotion. “I pressed too much.” You turned to Ciel with a playful smile. “Would you like some?”

His eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. “I-I guess,” he muttered, glancing away as he hesitantly held out his hand.

Grinning, you took his hand and began rubbing the lotion onto his skin. His hand twitched at the touch, and you noticed him shiver slightly.

“Are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, his blush deepening. He refused to meet your eyes, staring intently at the floor instead.

“You’re blushing,” you teased gently, squeezing his hand a little. “Your hands are so soft. You should let me do this more often.”

His ears turned red, and he mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t catch.

“What was that?” you asked, leaning closer.

“Nothing!” he said quickly, pulling his hand away, though not too forcefully.

You giggled, leaning against him. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, you know that?”

“Stop teasing me,” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

“Fine,” you said with a grin. “But next time, don’t wait for me to offer. Just ask if you want me to rub lotion on your hands.”

He groaned softly, burying his face in his hands. “You’re impossible.”