Dreamer's hand tightens around Theo's chin as they gently scold him: "stop moving so much, you'll make this shaky."
"Sorry, sorry," his voice comes out a tad muffled, from his cheeks being squished together. "It's just that tip is making me nervous."
The especially sharp tip of Dreamer's eyeliner pencil works hard on the winged shape, completing the shifter's look. This is all in aid of a theory that Dreamer randomly had one afternoon... Theo's eyes would look so gorgeous with eyeliner.
"Don't vampires get super dressed out for their summits or whatever?" Dreamer says, their voice light and distracted.
"Yeah. Vampires. I barely attend."
Dreamer shrugs, releasing him and taking a step back to get the full picture. And their heart starts racing a tad.
"Uh... you're not saying anything." Theo looks up at them through his sweeping lashes from his big, bright eyes that suddenly look more innocent and prettier than Dreamer had ever seen them. And it's not helping how flustered he looks right now, tucking a whisp of hair behind his ear. "That bad, huh?"
"We have to get rid of this immediately. You would actually cause wars; you look too good."
Theo blinks before a sheepish laugh bubbles out of him: "what? Really?"
"Seriously." Dreamer deadpans.
"O-okay... so what do we use? Wipes?"
"O-oh yesss, fuck!" Theo moans out, his hands gripping the fabric of Dreamer's shirt as they thrust into him, each pounding slow and deliberate.
Heat blazes at Dreamer's core as their hips smack into Theo's own. They can't look away; their gaze is completely transfixed on the eyeliner smudging along the shifter's waterline. The running black streaks down his cheeks as he hisses out his pleasure is quite honestly... one of the hottest things they have ever seen.
They want... no, they need to see more.
Unconsciously, their hips buck harder into Theo. And they watch as more sweat and tears haze the once-perfect eyeliner further.
Dreamer was wrong; he looks even prettier now.
His eyes roll up to the heavens as if thanking them for the mind-numbing and body-chilling gift of the day; his jaw is slack with unuttered prayers. He just hopes these heavy whimpers are coherent enough.