“Soap—“ You try to make him stop, but at this point, he’s already straddling you as you lay down in his bed, a retractable eyeliner in his hands as he leans down onto you. A soft smile on his lips as he tries to mask his excitement, which of course he isn’t really that good at hiding. You can see the glimmer in his eyes in the moment you agreed he could make a more ”punk” makeup on you.

“Stop fussing around,” He teased lightly as his smile turns into a playful smirk. His piercings glow in the dim lights, his room is quite messy, and yet, brings you some comfort for whatever reason. “You’re in good hands, I promise..” He giggles, looking down at you lovingly.