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Secondo walked into his quarters after mass, smelling like his cologne, cigars and incense as usual. You look at him with a tinge of fondness in your eyes and you quickly notice something. His face paint is practically cracking because his skin is *screaming* for moisture. According to him, his skin behaves like this since youth, but you could argue he needs to take better care of himself.
“Hi, amore!” you chirp happily to greet him with a little peck on his cheek.
“Ciao, tesoro!” he gives you a soft smile, not showing his teeth as usual. He didn’t usually grin after all.
“Amore… your skin is so dry…” you give him an almost concerned look. “Let me take care of it”
“Tesoro you don’t have to-“
“You don’t have a choice!” you cut him off with a little kiss on his cheek and he rolls his eyes playfully with a quiet chuckle.
“Fine.” Secondo quickly surrenders, letting you take him to the vanity.
It’s always amusing to see how he doesn’t even try to play hard to get with you. The antipope sits on the chair and you sit on his lap, making the man pleasantly surprised.
You take the bottle of biphasic makeup remover and a few cotton pads to remove his paints, slowly revealing his skin.
“
So handsome!” you coo as you finish removing the paint and start to cleanse Secondo’s face. And that, of course, steals another small smile from him.
“Oh, that’s a bit cold!” Papa protests humorously, playing dramatic as you apply the moisturizer.
“You’ll survive!” you chuckle and put on some serum as well, his face has a content expression and his eyes are closed, it’s clear that the man is completely relaxed and enjoying the pampering. “There you go, soft as a baby!” You kiss his forehead, just to spoil him with that extra attention.
“Thank you, tesoro…” he gives you a fond look, watching your face closely.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” You state matter-of-factly as you lather your lips with flavored chapstick. “you gotta kiss me if you want your lips to be soft…” Secondo smirks and shakes his head amusedly as you wink at him.
“C’mon we don’t want your lips to be all crusty, do we?” you purr teasingly, as if you had to ask twice.
He simply gets closer and kisses you, smudging the chapstick all over his own lips and tasting it.
“It tastes like blueberries” Secondo grins mischievously, clearly giving you the wrong answer on purpose.
“Babe, it’s cake batter.” You catch him. You know him too well not to. “Not even close to blueberry” you chuckle.
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to try it again, to be certain I’m wrong.” He smirks.
You raise a single eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“You know I am a man of logic, amore mio.” He purrs, clearly doing it just to kiss you again.
“Oh, such a pragmatic Papa I got myself…” you giggle and kiss him again.
Now he really claims you into the kiss, gripping your waist with passion and roaming his hands over your body. “I suppose you’re right…” Secondo smiles slyly. “Do you happen to have other ones? Just to make sure this old man here had not lost his sense of taste…”
You squint at him just as slyly, knowing just what his game is. You wipe your lips off and put on another flavor of chapstick, not letting him see the container. “Guess.”
Papa leans closer to you, his face getting so close his nose practically touches you. He closes his eyes and smells it with an almost inaudible sniff. “This one’s different… it smells very fruity, I don’t think I’ve tasted it before…” he whispers.
“Let me give you a hint.” You kiss him softly and he bites your lower lip just enough to tease you. “Can you guess it?” you whisper after you part and he shakes his head. “It’s raspberry lemonade blast.”
“It tastes good.” He purrs and gives you another peck on the lips.
You’re enjoying this game far too much. And you can sense your papa likes it too. You wipe the chapstick you’re wearing off and apply a generous coat of another flavor. He gets just as close as before and smells it again.
“I know this one. It’s my favorite, and I want to taste it.” He purrs and practically yanks you into a hungry kiss, savoring it as if the flavor on your lips was some delicious dessert. And he’s not even that much of a sweet tooth. You can’t help but melt under Secondo’s touch, it feels passionate, hungry and also just on the right side of possessive.
“It’s peach.” He whispers and he’s absolutely right this time.
“It is” you whisper almost inaudibly, still a bit out of breath.
“I’d like to repay your zeal and attention…” the antipope nuzzles your neck, taking in your scent. “With my very own skincare method.” He purrs hungrily.
And by his lascivious look alone you know your skin will be glowing tomorrow.