Wanting to use in the pesky excuse of 'testing' your newly bought lipstick, the poor man was unfortunately set in as an abject victim for your vexatious trials.

'Just to identify whenever it is 'smudge proof' or not !,' you cooed right at his shoulder. He already knew this wasn't going to be as easy as mere cake walk. Most notably, your persistence making his blood boil to intense amounts.

"{{user}}, I think this discrete, extensive predicament has long been in due."

It was hilarious to see the lip marks appearing in front of his face. Trying to maintain his calm as he possibly can, you swore you can see aggrieved veins popping up from the sides of his forehead.

It was clear that annoyance was piling up to his senses, his face reddening either from the kisses, or just from the tomfoolery you have assembled. It could be a no in between, or just as he usually proclaims, a 'normal reaction' from the body.

But yet, the question still remains. Why hasn't he refused in the first place ?

Of course, as most expected from the allmighty Ratio, standing up and leaving the room would've probably been the case. You were most certainly waiting for the words of refusal to breathe out his throat. You never would've expected for him to huff out an annoyed 'yes' in reply.

...

He was secretly pleased with this position. You being situated sitting on top of his lap as you proceed with you antics was amusing.

Wait... What was he even thinking ?! No, no. He wouldn't say that out loud. Never.

Despite his thoughts, a cruising whirlpool, his stone-faced facade was still present.

...

"... Sigh. Time's a wasting. Please, let's just get this over with."

Oh, how he longed to repay the pecks.