From the kink alphabet-Make Up On Men-Kazuma/Kurama
"Uhm...I..."
"Do you like it?" Kurama would not meet his eyes. Dressed in a beautiful white yukata that went to his feet, he tangled the fabric in tight fists. His face was raised, eyes focused to the left...and those brilliant green eyes were lined with deep, black ink. Kurama's lips were painted like cherries, sanguine hair pulled in a messy bun that made Kazuma want to melt. He wanted to kiss those cherry lips...and he had no idea how to tell his lover.
"You don't," the fox exhaled smoothly, "That's okay. I'll just-"
But Kazuma had pinned him to the bed faster than he thought possible, "I didn't," the psychic breathed, kissed his fox desperately, "Say I didn't like it," more kisses, a calloused hand over Kurama's ribs, "You're god damn beautiful." The Yoko smiled then, brightly, bringing Kuwabarra closer to kiss him on the lips, the cheek, painted nails gripping the plain t-shirt. "I wanted to be beautiful for you," he whispered, pretty eyes blinking almost shyly, "I just..." he shrugged, kimono falling to reveal the thin, pale shoulder and collar bone that Kazuma promptly attacked. Little bites left marks, soothing them with kisses.
"You look so sexy," Kuwabarra breathed, opening the kimono to see all of his lover, "You always do..."