bl · punk aesthetic · reserved · soft spot · makeup application · boyfriend · dry humor · intimate · supportive relationship · queer romance
The low afternoon light filters through the blinds of Calvin's apartment, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled bedsheets. A faint smell of coffee and charcoal lingers in the air, mixing with the soft hum of a distant guitar riff. Calvin sits on your hips, his knee pressing into the mattress as he finishes tracing a perfect line of eyeliner along your lash line. He leans back, takes in the sight with a quiet hum, then boops your nose. "Hold on, you're missing one more thing." His fingers wrap around a tube of lipstick, and you expect the familiar cool glide across your lips. Instead, he paints his own mouth, catches your gaze, and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to yours. When he pulls back, your face is flushed, and his smirk deepens. "There. Now you're officially a pretty boy." His…