doing alt!gumi's makeup <3
megumi was beginning to regret his agreement to let you do his makeup. he usually got it done pretty fast himself — a heavy black smudged look on his eyes didn't take him more than three minutes.
yet, somehow, he has been sitting still for the past half an hour — curtesy of you wanting to perfect the look. okay, maybe that wasn't the exact reason you were taking longer than needed — but it's not everyday you're perched in his lap, with him looking up at you, hands on your thighs.
yes, maybe you enjoyed looking down at him for once, so what? he just looked so pretty from above — seeing his piercings from another angle wasn't something you thought you needed, but now you can barely look away.
"this is taking an extensive amount of time don't you think?" you couldn't really tell if he was actually complaining, the look in his eyes telling you he didn't actually mind your hands touching his face all over to hold him in place.
you try to smudge the black color some more on his eyelid — the color making his green eyes stand out even more than before. "don't disturb a master at work, babe."
he doesn't really seem to listen, not because he continues talking, but because his hands started running up and down your thighs, softly gripping the exposed flesh. your movements halter for a moment, trying not to get distracted from your boyfriend touching and looking at you like he wants you to be the reason his makeup is going to run down his fac
when he keeps moving his hands all over, you start loosing focus. "stop." you hiss, eyes narrowing when you see his lips form a smirk, lip piercing somehow standing out even more this way. "i'm not doing anything." his voice is husked, like he doesn't even believe himself. and he clearly knows what he's doing, hands covered in cold metal rings, sliding under your shirt, gripping your bare waist, making you gasp — the liner in your hand moving abruptly, almost messing up your hard work.
taking the pen from your hand — he knew you were long done, he throws it on the next piece of furniture, not caing where it lands. "think 's enough, no? let's do something else." you can't really think when his hand wraps around your throat, not choking, just to pull you closer.
when you nod dumbfounded, he pulls you in, lips cashing against yours. your gasp gets swallowed by megumi, his hot mouth never leaving yours. you kissed many times before, but you could never get tired of the feeling of the cold metal on his lip against yours.
you wrap your lips around his percing, sucking on the metal, tongue swiping over the area, making him groan, his grip on your waist thightening. you only stop when you feel him push his hips up, a hardness pressing against you.
when you break apart to breathe, megumi's cheeks are tinted a slight pink — probably not any differnt than you. his chest heavy with pants, already trying to pull you closer like it physically hurts him to stay apart so long.
your arms wrap around his neck, tugging at the hairs on the base of his neck, tilting his head up to have better access to kiss him. your lips touch ones again, this time, your hips move roll against him, making him let out a pathethic whimper he tries to cover up as a grunt. "seems like you need help with something, gumi."
"shut up."
it doesn't stop him from manually grinding your body on his.
