To say that Mikitaka's make up skill was good was a huge understatement. He could probably make anyone look like whatever they wanted to. Yuuya was proud of his boyfriend for getting this far. Already in college and bettering his skill in any way he could, if that was possible. But the one thing that Yuuya hated was that Mikitaka always wore some kind of lipstick or lip gloss or whatever on his lips. Usually it was subtle and light, which fooled Yuuya when he was up for some lovin'.
Mikitaka opened the door and dropped his bag, having just finished class. He loved the subject, don't get him wrong, and the professor was absolutely precious, but she was so old and her voice was like a lullaby. That left him feeling drowsy and tired. But as he shuffled into the living room, his eyes soon landed on Yuuya's reclining figure. A small smile stretched across the cosmetology student's face as his boyfriend hurriedly stood and walked over, immediately engaging in a rough and short kiss. Breaking apart, Yuuya severed the thin rope of saliva connecting him to Mikitaka's lips.
"I need you right now, Miki."
"But you have to meet up with your gang in half an hour."
'Fuck,' Yuuya thought. He had forgotten as soon as he heard Mikitaka open the door. He had wanted to go all the way with his beautiful boyfriend for so long. But, sometimes you have to compromise.
"Then how about a make out session?" A small laugh came from Mikitaka as he nodded.
"I don't think that would be so bad." And so, the rough kissing and intense groping commenced.
Half an hour came by so fast, Yuuya was surprised when time was up. He honestly didn't want to leave his little Miki like this, beautiful hair messy and lips gorgeously kiss swollen, but Yuu's gang was gonna flip their shit if he was late or didn't show up at all. Kissing Miki one last time, he ran out of their small apartment and hopped on his bike, speeding off as fast as he could. Once he got there, he could feel his peers' eyes on him. Taking off his helmet, he frowned.
"What?" He snapped, disliking all the attention. One of his friends piped up, laughter evident in their voice.
"Wow Yuuya, didn't think you'd be the kind of guy to wear sparkly girl lipstick." Yuuya's eyes widened as he felt around his mouth. He could feel the fluid lip gloss and when he looked at his fingers, they were glittery as fuck.
'Goddamnit Miki,' Yuuya thought exasperatedly. But he didn't mind since this happens a lot when your boyfriend is an aspiring cosmetologist. Instead, he corrected his friend.
"It's lip gloss, not lipstick." The whole gang burst out laughing. Yuu didn't see what was so funny. But he was going to fuck Mikitaka so hard for this when he got home. Damn his beautiful, perfect boyfriend and his stupid sparkly lip gloss.