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It really didn’t take that much convincing for Choso to let you do his makeup. He’s never been adverse to the occasional smokey liner, and he trusts you enough to at least not make him look like a clown, so he was quick to agree to the idea.
You shoo him towards the couch as you get out some eyeshadow and a few brushes, and get to work. His pretty brown eyes glance anywhere but at you as you draw your face close to his. A little shiver runs through him as your warm breath fans against his face.
“Hold still Chos’, you’ll make me mess up.”
Nestling yourself closer, you practically crawl into his lap as you try to steady your hand. Grabbing the eyeliner, you quickly shake the half dried tube in an attempt to jostle the product around. Choso squirms underneath your intense gaze as you draw a dark, inky line on his upper lash line.
Pulling your face back, you inspect your work quickly, and then you grab his chin and pull him into a chaste kiss. He whimpers softly against your lips.
“Don’t squirm Choso, I’m almost done.”
Holding his face steady, you expertly draw on his other eye and then inspect your work once more. Satisfied, you stand up and walk away to grab a mirror; however, as soon as your back is turned you hear another pitiful whine out of Choso.
“What’s wrong Chos’?”
Mirror in hand, you turn around to find him pulling the couch’s blanket over his lap, but not before you notice the dark stain at the crotch of his pants. Then you glance up at his face. His fringe sticks to his brow, and a sweat bead slides down his temple. Pretty, flushed cheeks sit just below his lined eyes, and you didn’t even have to put any blush on to complete his look.
“Sorry…I didn’t mean to.”
A smile threatens to slip onto your face, but one glance at poor Choso squashes any teasing remarks that first came to mind. You crawl back onto the couch, and Choso whimpers as you place a soft hand over the wet fabric covering his sensitive cock.
“Did you get excited?” His hips buck against your hand in response. Whether, he is seeking more of your touch or trying to get away from it, you can’t say. You kiss him on the nose and smile. “Sorry Chos’. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”