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Uchiha Sasuke, Gaara, and Uzumaki Naruto are saddled up next to each other on Gaara's couch, painting each other's bodies with sweet kisses. That is, they were literally painting; they were trying out new shades of lipstick.
"I don't like that shade of plum on you, Sasuke," Gaara shakes his head, turning toward his other boyfriend, "do you agree, Naruto?"
"Hm... do you like it on me though, Gaara?" Naruto asks, pointing to his ass cheek.
Sasuke laughs, quirking his chin upward, "He likes everything on you because you spend every goddamn day kissing him stupid, you idiot."
Gaara furiously blushes, tossing a couch pillow at Sasuke. "Don't fucking talk about me like that when I'm right here, you disrespectful asshole," the redhead rolls his eyes, incredulous, and turns his gaze back to his very busy task of swatching lipstick on Sasuke's arm.
The black-haired boy simply huffs, turning his wrist to a blank area. “I don’t even understand why we’re doing this, it’s not like I wear makeup all that often.”
Naruto speaks up, chiding his boyfriend, “Hey, you might wear some, and I know I’LL wear these, so I want to know what kinds of kisses I’ll be leaving on you, so I need to know if it looks good! Sue me for wanting you to not look like shit, pretty boy.”
The redhead chuckles lowly while pressing a tender lipstick-covered kiss to Sasuke’s soft, porcelain skin, “Sasuke always looks good no matter what. Unfortunately, he was blessed with the prettiest pretty-boy genes that money could afford.”
“Hey, I take offense to that.”
Gaara glares at him, “You take offense to everything, Sasuke… why don’t you try to be more easygoing like my love, Naruto?”
“Meanie, using me as a weapon in an argument,” Naruto squints at Gaara, draping his legs across the boy's lap with his feet resting on Sasuke’s thigh. “Now stop arguing with each other and kiss my cheeks again so I can test out that nice red on Sasuke and that cute pink on Gaara, come on, hurry up!”