Veritas knew you, his dearest, harbored a certain interest for cosmetics. More specifically, lipstick. That way, at least, if you didn't want to spend too much time on makeup, you couldn't simply apply some lipstick and head out. It was quite a simple solution, really.

....He never really thought that he himself would become a victim to it, though.

Every bit of his face was littered with your kisses, each different shades of red. He was trying his very best (and failing) to pretend he was unaffected, but the red hue spread across his cheeks were all you needed to see to know the truth. The sight made you smile, and you were happy it was a sight only you and you alone would ever lay your eyes on. You sat on his lap, his hands set on your waist and your legs bracketed around his waist as you continuously tried on different lipsticks and kissed the scholar to see how it would look. You'd gone out for a while earlier and returned with bags of different cosmetics, eager to test each one out.

"My love, please choose a shade of lipstick already..." Veritas huffed, his tone filled with false irritance. But there was a certain softness to his voice that made you want to keep going so so badly. In truth, you'd already chosen a favorite—but you liked how compliant Veritas was being for you! It wouldn't hurt to prolong the experience just a little longer.