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Weary eyes stared back at Goro in the mirror as he twiddled with the freshly bought tube of lipstick. He was conflicted, wanting to indulge in his desires, but preoccupied with the implications of doing so. He worried Akira wouldn't be attracted to him anymore if he didn't look so boyish. After all, he worked so hard to pass, all just to reverse it and cosplay as a girl?
It's just lipstick, Goro thought to himself. That's all it is. You're still a man.
But it was hard. He knew if he truly permitted himself, that this was only the gateway. It started with lipstick, but then it turned into tank tops and miniskirts and painted toes. He was well-acquainted with his own sensibilities, but it didn't necessarily mean others would be too. He was always a misunderstood man, that wasn't new, but this was only inviting more confusion, especially after he finally got everybody calling him by the right name and pronouns. To himself, he still was a man, but to others, he wasn't so sure.
Enough overthinking, Goro thought, and he lifted the barrel, uncapping it, and observed the perfectly formed peak of red. He sighed and formed his lips into an o shape. Carefully, carefully, he outlined his lips, at one point falling out of the lines, but following through on the pull of the line. He wet the tip of his index finger with his tongue and used it to correct his blunder.
"Practicing your makeup skills, huh?" Goro jumped and the lipstick clanked against the sink as it fell out of his hands, which already clamped down against his mouth, the man now bent over and hiding.
"Don't look at me," Goro hissed through his hands.
"Oh, come on, Goro," Akira said softly as he placed a hand on Goro's shoulder. "It's okay. Please, can I see it?"
"Don't make fun of me."
"I would never, Goro."
A sigh followed a long pause. "Alright, fine."
Goro turned around and presented himself to Akira. Painted and carved out on his delicate lips was a crisp primary red, highly saturated and utterly perfect on Goro.
"What do you think?" His question was breathy, and judging from his panicked expression, he was scared of the answer.
"Breathtaking," Akira breathed back, leaning in to cup Goro's cheek. Goro watched as Akira's half-lidded eyes tracked his features, his eyes, his nose, and his lips. "I'd... hate to ruin it."
Goro's eyelashes fluttered slowly. It wasn't the response he was expecting. "And I'd... let you," Goro responded quietly.
That was enough permission for Akira to press his lips to Goro's. It was never just one kiss though. They'd fall into an impassioned fugue, kissing, kissing, kissing. Goro got lost in the taste of him and in the feel of him. Leave it to Akira to sweep him off his feet, again and again, and over simple matters like lipstick— but it wasn't as simple as just lipstick.
Goro pulled away, his lipstick mussed up and a glowing shadow of what it used to be. He wasn't wholly convinced. "You... really like it?"
Akira's thumb wiped at the corner of Goro's lip, his eyes not once drifting away or casting judgment. "I really do." The cock of his head sideways was almost imperceivable, but it was there with the promise of a question on his tongue. "I didn't know you were interested in these type of things." It wasn't interrogative functionally, but it was a question expectant of an answer.
"I, um–" he swallowed, summoning his courage and returning with a clear, more emboldened voice. "Yes. And... not just this." Goro's eyes were stuck to Akira's chest. He refused to meet his gaze, instead running his fingers on the cleft of his chest and finding comfort in watching the movement.
"What else?" The question was soft and inviting. Damn him.
"Nails," he muttered.
"Oh?" Akira had closed in on Goro's neck, his hot breath felt, before peppering kisses on his sensitive flesh.
"Mm," he hummed in strained delight. "...and skirts and shoes."
"Sexy," spoken against skin, and Goro shuddered.
"A-and cute. Not just for your ogling ass."
"Of course not." Akira was already on his knees and pulling down Goro's pants. "I'm behind whatever you do."
Akira's eyes met with Goro's t dick and he licked his lips. "You're just as much a man, right?" He rubbed the back of Goro's thighs affectionately. "You're just letting yourself shine now." Akira always knew all the right things to say.
Akira took Goro in his mouth and sucked softly. Goro's head lulled back; he had to grasp the counter for support or he'd melt, and he moaned out an, "Ah~"
This was perfect. He was perfect.