Can you do headcanons for urie and his artist s/o painting on each other (like on their bodies not just painting each other) sorry if this is weird lol I’ve just had this idea for a while. It can be nsfw or not, up to you <3
you got the idea from watching one of those cute instagram videos where somebody paints a scene on their lover’s back.
urie scoffed at the idea at first, but after a bit of pleading (your puppy dog eyes helped), he relented.
you start. urie is lying on his stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow his head is resting on. he doesn’t flinch when the paint-covered bristles first touch his skin.
you glide the brush across the expanse of his back, smearing color along the way.
initially, you attempt conversation, but as urie relaxes further, nearly to the point of dozing off, you giggle and fall silent yourself.
you take your time, and by the time you’re finished with your masterpiece, you have to wake urie up.
it’s his turn next, but he doesn’t want to paint on your back - he chooses your abdomen as his canvas.
unlike you, urie doesn’t even try to engage in conversation. in fact, he shushes you when you try to say anything.
he’s got you lying on your back, knelt in front of you with your legs draped over his thighs.
the serious look of concentration on his face as he presses the brush to your skin is enough to make you squirm. urie has always been one to pay attention to detail, and the attentive way he’s staring at your body - his canvas - makes you feel warm. makes you want to fidget.
when you try to shift, to squirm, his hand grasping your hip tightens and his eyes meet yours in a brief warning.
you try to remain still and quiet with the exception of the occasional breathless giggle or whispered, “it tickles”
by the time urie has finished, you get up as carefully as you can to go look in the mirror.
on your abdomen, urie has painted the prettiest sunset - your skin a burst of tangerine and blush pink with indigo clouds highlighted in soft yellow. just above your navel is the brilliant setting sun, its rays reaching out toward your chest and sides where they fade out.
“it’s beautiful,” you say, studying the artwork on your skin.
you feel kinda bad now for the squidward meme you painted on urie’s back