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hanma shuji has never been a stranger to blood marking his face.
he's used to walking through the front door greeted by a gasp from your mouth as he waves off your concern. he's fine. he's always fine. that's to say he doesn't flinch when a fist flies his way, he grins in the face of trouble, and welcomes it as it paints his cheeks red.
he closes his eyes when your lips press against his face. and again. the next time he keeps them open, watching as you pout before leaving yet another red mark on his cheek. it's a little colder than your lips, those wet red stains blossoming as you pull back to find a place for another. on the bridge of his nose. he looks up at you as you furrow your brows in focus, mapping out where else to press your cherry red lips.
"my lips look a little pale, don't you think?" his sweet, enamoured voice breaks your focus, his love-drunk eyes drinking you in as you sit perched on his lap with his hands wrapped tightly around you.
"you're right, but I'm leaving them for last, shu."
"take your time, baby, I trust your artistry."
another mark blooms on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow. hanma's one large tattooed hand stays put on your lower back while the other gently rubs up and down your spine. he takes in your humming, a melody so soothing, so pretty as it vibrates through your throat. your lips are getting pale pink now, he notices, so he grabs the lipstick from the coffee table in front of you and grunts softly as he settles back against the couch.
he opens it, twists the bottom, and presses the bright red tip of it to your lips, carefully gliding it on. he gives you more paint to work with, applied perfectly as you rub your lips together. your hands cradle his face gently, bringing it a little closer as you lean in to kiss his eyelid, leaving a more intense mark on it. finally, your lips find his, and he savors the moment as you paint his pink mouth red. hanma knows better than to try and kiss you back when you're focusing, so he lets you leave messy stains on the corners of his lips before poking the tip of his nose with your finger.
"done," you proudly say, "you're so pretty like this, shuji."
that giggle from your throat fills his heart, he opens his golden eyes to see you so proud of your work, holding up a small mirror to let him see all the lipstick stains gracing his face. so red, more than he's ever been after a fight, but he sees the love in every single trace of your lips on his face, highlighting where you like to kiss the most.
"never looked better." he smiles wide, stretching his red stained lips into a big curve.
your masterpiece is finally done, so you lean in again and kiss him properly, not caring about the composition and the intensity of red. holding his face so tenderly in your hands, you part his lips with yours, coaxing little hums of satisfaction from his throat as he gets lost in the warmth of you.