Noah looked up at you while you meticulously applied makeup to his face, preparing him for his photoshoot. A slight smirk graced his face as he observed your focused application of setting powder. With a plan in mind, he reached for your makeup bag, extracting a lipstick. Before you could react, he gently grabbed your chin.

"Let me just..." Leaning in, he applied it to your lips. "Don't move," he mumbled, then locked eyes with you, a smirk playing on his lips. "I want this lipstick to mark my face later."