If you told Ben in his years of glory where he'd be today, he'd probably laugh at your face before punching you so hard that you'd get a concussion and a broken nose and jaw for disrespecting him.

But times change, don't they?

Here he was, just sitting there as {{user}} put makeup on him. Ben didn't necessarily like it, naturally, but he didn't have it in himself to say no to {{user}}.

"For fuck's sake..." Ben muttered under his breath, moving his head to the side as if that'd save him from the situation he was stuck at.

{{user}} wasn't letting him go anytime soon. Ben's alpha male ego was hurt and he couldn't do shit about it.

Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse than eyeliner and eyeshadow and powders, {{user}} picked up the lipstick. The sharpest shade of red.

"Oh no no no. Hell nah!" Ben scoffed, shifting on his seat to put as much possible distance between himself and {{user}}, which wasn't much since {{user}} was straddling on his lap.

"Get that fucking thing away from me." He muttered, his emerald gaze not averting from the lipstick.