𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
✦ summary: Zanka just bought a ton of lipsticks from a new makeup store, but he has to test them out to see if they're stainproof. Thankfully, he has his own personal test subject to assist him.
Both Zanka and Jabber had some free time on their hands, so why not spend it fooling around? Earlier that day Zanka had bought a shit-ton of lipsticks from this new makeup store that opened a few days before. He got a lot of weird stares though; what kind of guy gets that many lipsticks for his girlfriend? Not Zanka, because 1. he's buying for himself and 2. he has a boyfriend.
Even though Zanka did buy a bajillion lipsticks, he had no idea which were stainproof and which weren't. But thank the stars he had a little test subject to help him out in situations like this.
Who knows how long they've been going at this experiment. The sun was already setting; rays of light peeking through the covered windows. There, in Zanka's room, sat him and Jabber on the bed. Zanka was still trying on another pair of lipstick, carefully admiring himself in a hand mirror. Across from him was Jabber in an absolute daze, shirtless, looking drunk from all the kisses he was spoiled with that entire afternoon.
“Last one baby,” Zanka announced, admiring himself in the mirror one more time. This lipstick was a nice, faint blue, that almost looked like the color of his eyes. “Thanks fer helpin' me out with this, coulda taken me ages if ya weren't here.” He scooched closer to Jabber, who was absolutely lost in some cloud. “Earth to Jabber,” Zanka held his face between his palms, keeping his head steady.
“Uh-huhh... Yyyeeaahhh..?” Jabber really sounded drunk as fuck. Any sort of affection Zanka gave him just makes his system shut down, ultimately submitting himself to his beautiful blue-eyed emo boyfriend. “Gimmeeee....” He pleaded with a whine.
Oh, he was so cute. Lipstick stains were all over his face, his neck, even down to his collarbone. Some of the stains even overlapped each other, making new, cuter colors. Gently, Zanka pressed his lips onto Jabber's. The kiss was slow, but deep and intimate. Jabber seemed to have snapped back into his consciousness to lick around Zanka's pretty blue lips, staining them and his own. Both of them huffed lightly as they pulled away, staring into each other's eyes.
“Desperate much.” Zanka smirked lightly.
“Can't help it. Yer sooo... yummy.” Jabber giggled, the angel bites under his lips shimmering in the golden sunset.
Zanka observed quietly, then his eyes shot to the lipstick he just applied on. “Yup, this one smudges.” He picked it up and placed it in one of two piles. One pile was for lipsticks that smudged, the other was for those that didn't. He caught a glimpse of himself on the hand mirror next to him, seeing that the blue lipstick had smudged, but also it seemed to have smudged with a red lipstick too, creating a faint purple color near the corner of his lips.
“Y'think purple would suit me?” He asked softly.
“I think anythin' suits you baby.” Jabber admired his partner with his softened, bright eyes. “I like whatever you wear, jus' makes you 6 times cuter anyway.”
“Real cheesy.” Zanka chuckled, shifting around to lay his body on top of Jabber's. Jabber immediately locked his arms around his partner's waist and plastered a kiss on his forehead.
“Hey, I got lipstick on yer forehead~” He snickered.
“Oh yer funny.” Zanka couldn't hold back a giggle himself.
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