it really had started with an idle observation.

he was bored in a meeting, and they were beside him, so obviously he was more focused on them than the boring drab going on. he was fiddling with their fingers, running his own over the little scars on their hand, watching them idly. and as they yawned, his brain picked up on something he should have probably noticed a long time back.

were they wearing.. lipstick?

--

making out with his bodyguard wasn't part of his plan tonight.

well, he was lying, it definitely was. they were just so soft and tempting, how could anyone blame him for wanting to kiss them? so that's he found himself making out with him in their hotel hallway, without a care in the world of who might see.

their lips were soft, just like the rest of them, and they tasted so good he wanted to keep kissing them for the rest of his life. he pulled back, breathless. "how was that, darling?" he asked, smiling like a fool at their dazed expression. their face was flushed, and he tilted his head in confusion as they wiped his mouth, mumbling something about 'lipstick marks'.

lipstick marks?

oh.

--

ever since then, he realized he was starting to have a little.. obsession.

maybe obsession was a strong word. but it's how he felt about it. he'd been trying to get them to kiss him ever since, wanting to see their lipstick marks on him, though they weren't cooperating with him.

"c'mon, princess, just one kiss?"