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Ace's nose scrunches up as Deuce's warm breath hits his face. It smells like the minty toothpaste Trey had made them use earlier after eating some test sweets for an upcoming Unbirthday Party. It's really minty, and Ace hates how cold it makes his nose feel.
"Stop moving. I can't put your makeup on if you keep shifting your eyes," Deuce says, hovering a little above Ace. He was close, and Ace grins as he pulls Deuce's waist closer in his arms. There's a startled gasp and Deuce's hands land on Ace's shoulders. "Oi! I just told you to stop moving!"
"I can't help it! I just love having my hands on you," Ace gleefully replies. He stills in Deuce's hold though--as much as he can, anyway. Ace taps his foot on the floor and drums his fingers on Deuce's waist as Deuce's warm hands move to cup Ace's face. Gently, Deuce tilts Ace's face to the side and up, moves up higher on Ace's lap, leans over just so that Ace can feel Deuce's hair brush against his cheek.
Deuce's thumb rubs the space at the corner of Ace's eye, tracing out a heart shape with his finger. "You're really sappy, y'know." Ace just hums as he smiles. "I really want to punch you." Ace laughs as he imagines the cherry-red face of the other.
"Are you gonna punch me with your mouth?" he can't help but quip, and Deuce makes a strangled noise that makes Ace laugh. All too suddenly, the grip on his face tightens, and there's a light but wet pressure on Ace's eyelid. Ace stills as he starts to feel multiple of the light presses--kisses--on his skin, going from his eye to over to his temple, sliding down to his cheekbone. It tickles a little bit.
"Ace, stop shaking," Deuce mutters, his lips brushing against Ace's eyelashes. "You're gonna mess me up."
"It tickles," Ace says. "And you're probably doing a horrible job, anyway."
"I will if you keep moving!" Deuce gruffs, one of his hands pinching Ace's cheek. "Sit still and be pretty for me, okay?"
"If that's what my tragic delinquent wants~," Ace singsongs, laughing as Deuce pinches his cheek again. He keeps to his word though and stays still for what seems to be just seven more kisses. (That's the real tragedy; Ace would've liked more.)
"There, all done," Deuce says, and one of his legs moves to reach the floor, but Ace squeezes Deuce's thighs and pulls at it, keeping Deuce in place. Ace opens his eyes, his vision flooding with just too much Deuce. Perfect.
"Just get the mirror and hold it for me. Don't gotta move too much."
"Why can't you get it yourself?"
Ace grins as his hands dig into Deuce's hips. "Got my hands full with something more important."
Deuce makes another strangled noise, and this time Ace is able to see his cheeks flush red. The blue-haired boy leans around Ace to grab a nearby handheld mirror, brings it up to Ace's face. And it's a surprise to Ace, he didn't think it'd work, the red lipstick stains on and around his eye kissed recognizably into a heart. A bit messy, and there were lots of little gaps and dots of skin that didn't get covered in Deuce's kisses, but all in all not terrible.
Ace grins as he looks away from the mirror to the bedside table. He pulls open the top drawer and drops a hand into it, fishing out another tube of lipstick. It's black, and Ace wiggles it to draw Deuce's attention to it.
"Not bad, Deucey. Why not let me have a try at this kiss makeup?"
Later that day, Ace sets up a little gidgetsmith on his phone. Large-sized, of course, and the gidget shows a selfie of him and Deuce with their suit mark sides pressed together. The suit marks are messy and dotted with imperfections. There's an array of kiss marks in red and black on each other's faces. Both boys are smiling.
Deuce sends the picture to his mom and multiple texts about Ace after it. His mother is happy reading the 15 new messages.