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“Right over here,” Phainon pointed, tapping his finger just at the edge of his jawline.
Khaos gulped, shakkily putting the lipstick down.
He was hesitant, but why should he be? This was all merely for a little photo that Phainon wanted to post; besides, he'd helped him out quite a lot for the days he'd been his roommate. What's a little kiss mark on him? It's not like the kiss would signify anything.
Khaos dove in, eyes slightly narrowed—threatening to close—as his lips made contact with Phainon's skin. Warm. That was his first thought. So utterly warm compared to his temperature. Soft too.
In a fit of embarrassment from his own thoughts, Khaos pulled off, turning his head away in hopes that it would hide the blush spreading on his face. His hoodie should help with that.
Phainon held back the giggle ready to burst from his mouth. So cute. Does he really not get the hint? Ah well.
He stared back in the mirror, a small pout on his face. “Khaos, it didn't even leave a mark,” Phainon remarked, trying not to let the giddiness leak into his voice. “Can you try again? Same spot,” He asked, presenting the side of his face once more.
“What?” Khaos whipped his head, inspecting the patch of skin. There was a lipstick mark, for sure, but barely visible to the eye—let alone on camera. Which means he has to try again, and really press his lips against the skin.
Khaos tries again, allowing his lips to linger a little longer, then pulling away.
Phainon muttered a small thanks, eyes directed back to the mirror to check. It left a much more visible mark, though the lip’s shape wasn't as good as he wanted it to be. “Aw, it's still not as good as I want it to be,” He hummed in thought for a moment, a hand on his chin. “What if I help you this time?”
“Huh?”
“Just…c’mere” Phainon gestured, picking up the lipstick from before. He didn't exactly know how to explain it, so he'll do it himself. Grabbing Khaos' jaw, he pulled him in close enough to see the outline of his mouth. A small gasp slipped from the hooded man, throat bobbing up as he tried to hide his nervousness. Phainon traced the lipstick around his lips, making sure it would fill in every corner and surface of Khaos' lips.
Once he was done, Phainon muttered a small phrase of assurance, before abruptly pulling Khaos' face far too close to his own.
Khaos panicked a bit, unable to do anything but squeeze his eyes shut as his face nearest Phainon's. Then—mwah. His lips made contact with Phainon's jawline, sticking longer than it needed to be—Phainon made sure he was pressed against him.
After a few more seconds, he finally let Khaos' head go; though the latter seemed to insist on staying where he was placed. Phainon let out a chuckle, having to physically remove Khaos' head himself. The latter seemed dazed. How adorable.
They weren't done yet, however. His photo inspo included multiple kiss marks, not only on his cheek but also on his neck, shoulders, and chest.
“Khaos?”
“...” Khaos looked far too red in the face for someone pretending he wasn't affected. He was silent for a few seconds, but was quick to return to his mind when he realized Phainon was calling out to him. “Mm?”
“I probably should have shown you but uh…” Phainon shows Khaos the photo inspiration. Somehow Khaos became more red once he pieced together the fact that he was going to replicate this photo with Phainon.
“We…I'm going to have to?...”
“Yes,” Phainon sheepishly confirmed, scratching at the back of his head. “If you don't mind, of course,”
“N-no!—I,” Khaos answered, far too quickly and loudly that Phainon flinched. He muttered an apology, before coughing to clear his throat. “...Meant no, I-I wouldn't mind,”
Phainon's smile returned. “Good, cuz we'll be a bit busy,”
So the evening went on with that, somehow nothing escalating beyond simple, definitely professional and not homoerotic kiss mark placing.
Phainon returned his gaze to the mirror, his smile widening at the results. This was exactly how he envisioned it. “There we go,” he sighed out, whipping out his phone to check whether it was visible onscreen.
“Ah…” Phainon awkwardly turned to Khaos. “The color isn't as visible…would you mind if we try that again?”
Khaos was going to explode. If not him then the hardon in his pants.