Sugarcoated
A pair of soft lips descended upon sugarcoated ones. A pink tongue darted out and swiped languidly against them, picking up the sweet residue. A smirk graced those lips as they moved back a short distance.
"You had ice cream on your lips, Danna," he whispered against soft lips.
A snort. "Is that so?" the other man deadpanned. A satisfied smirk graced the previously sugarcoated lips. "Now you have some on yours."
"Really."
