The look of pure and utter adoration and unbridled devotion was overwhelming in those vibrant cerulean blue hues, his flickering gaze poured over and soaked in all your features—specifically admiring the deep scarlet hue that coated over your sweet lips, the deep scarlet staining the soft flesh as it smudged from all the affectionate kisses you'd just littered all over his face mere seconds ago.

He can't stop thinking about how pretty you look, a similar sentiment of your own—seeing his flawless porcelain skin covered with your lip prints. One of his hands lifted up from their hold at your waist, cupping your cheek while a lazed half-grin tugged at the ends of his now lipstick stained mouth, gently wiping away at a smudge with the pad of his thumb.