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Years ago, when Jongin had made his first solo cosmetics deal, he decided he would buy every product he modeled or represented. He hadn't known then, as one never does, that he would soon become the most sought after cosmetics and fragrance model in all of South Korea.
Years in, and he has a whole room just dedicated to endless rows of unopened foundations, eyebrow pencils and perfumes. It was impossible to even open most of them at the rate that they came to him. At some point, he no longer even had to make a purchase himself, the businesses he worked with spoiling him with whole baskets full of all the makeup and fragrances he could never use.
Jongin tried, at first, to keep up with it all. He took pride in using the products he had become the face of, keeping all the packages in neat little rows on his vanity. After a few years and countless collections, he finally resigned himself to the reality that it just wasn't possible at that scale. He would have to live five lifetimes just to be able to wear every product once.
The one thing he couldn't stop himself from collecting and displaying proudly though, was all the various lipsticks he had modeled through the years. He made very specific rules for this collection, only stick formulas with cases, and only the ones with pigment. The various balms, glosses and scrubs were delegated to being in the draws he kept the rest of the product in.
The proud line of brightly pigmented lipsticks from Bobbi Brown, YSL and MAC shine under the lights installed specifically to illuminate them. They were neatly sorted by company, date of endorsement and color. He entered the room with two new additions for the collection, His latest YSL and MAC shoots giving him the opportunity to add them.
There was something so pleasing to Jongin to just see this collection grow, ever so steadily. His first few ads for Bobbi Brown made him so nervous, but now he takes pride in the fact various companies pursue him specifically for the way his lips look.
The best part of it all though, was how Chanyeol reacted to every photo of him in a new shade. When Chanyeol would want him to put more on when they were alone together. The way Chanyeol would carefully apply the lipstick for him, gently holding his face in his huge hands. The way his huge thumb would brush around his pursed lips to clean any mistakes.
Chanyeol was methodical about it too. Choosing the color they would use was always a game for Chanyeol. Once he finally approved of the shade, he would sit on the stool of the vanity, part his legs and beckon Jongin over. Jongin would bring the tube to Chanyeol and drop to his knees between the elder's legs.
Chanyeol would cradle Jongin's head in his huge hand, tilting his head back to look straight into his eyes. Chanyeol's gaze always stripped Jongin to the core. His dark, dilated pupils sent shivers down Jongin's spine. Jongin always sort of felt like a piece of food in these moments. Like Chanyeol's eyes alone could swallow him whole.
The huge thumb on the hand cradling his face would trace his lips, prompting him to purse his lips to make applying the lipstick easy. Chanyeol's eyes would drop to his lips, tracing the plush pillows with hunger. His thumb would drift higher, pushing slightly inward.
Jongin would part his lips around the large digit, his tongue softly meeting the flesh. Chanyeol's eyes would darken and he would push the finger further into the warm, wet mouth. Jongin's teeth would close softly around the thumb, nipping slightly.
Chanyeol grinned down at him, pressing his thumb down harder onto Jongin's waiting tongue and teeth. The hunger in his eyes seemingly only grew hotter, burning like a glowing ember in the dim light of the vanity.
“Oh Jongin,” Chanyeol sighed. His voice was deep and breathy from the pleasure of having his favorite kind of welcome home.
The new lipstick bullet sat heavy in Jongin folded hands in his lap. It was one of his most recent endorsements, a new MAC reformulation to keep old beloved shades in rotation with improved wear and longevity for the users. Jongin actually really liked the formula, it was long lasting but also slightly glossy. The color he had been promoting had a very naughty name though, something he was sure Chanyeol knew when picking it.
When the elder finally raised his hand, huge palm facing upward to receive, Jongin recognized his signal. He raised his fist, closed around the slightly warmed metal case of the lipstick, placing it into Chanyeol's waiting palm. Chanyeol's fingers wrapped around both the lipstick and Jongin's hand, His lips and eyes breaking out into a brilliant smile.
“My pretty doll, thank you.” Chanyeol's thumb worked a soothing rhythm against the bones of Jongin's wrists. The thumb of the hand still cradling Jongin's face left his mouth, an obscene pop ringing throughout the room. Chanyeol let go of Jongin's hand and face to inspect the lipstick he had brought to him.
The shade itself wasn't anything crazy, a midtone pinky brown to compliment Jongin's naturally sunkissed complexion and already plump pink lips. Chanyeol once said Jongin perpetually looked like he just got done kissing someone. He wasn't really wrong.
Chanyeol hummed to himself as he inspected the lipstick, but he knew he wouldn't get a good idea of the color just as it was. He needed to test it on skin. Chanyeol looked down at Jongin between his thighs, sitting perfectly alert for whatever Chanyeol wanted of him. It made Chanyeol's blood sing.
Jongin was wearing a black button up shirt, one that probably cost more than some people's apartments. It was almost sheer, and the collar was wide from where he hadn't buttoned the top few buttons. The sight of Jongin's delicate collarbones, and the bulge of his pectorals made an idea pop into Chanyeol's mind.
Chanyeol popped open the lipstick, leaned forward to be level with Jongin's chest, and started writing. Jongin couldn't see what Chanyeol was writing with Chanyeol's head in the way, so he let out a surprised noise but kept quiet and still other than that.
Chanyeol methodically created each stroke of his own name, in both Hangul and English. Then he drew a heart above where Jongin's left nipple would peek out of the shirt if it was closed by just one less button. Then he placed a warm, wet kiss right on Jongin's right collarbone.
He moved back, but before Jongin could even look down at what was written on his chest, Chanyeol's hand was holding his head again. Chanyeol's eyes ran over the markings on the younger's chest. A wicked sense of possessive pride welled in his chest.
Jongin opened his mouth to ask what Chanyeol wrote, but before he could Chanyeol had the lipstick ready to apply. Jongin just let it go and pursed his lips to make it easier to apply. Chanyeol carefully swiped on the pigment, dark eyes focused intently on the task. He swiped his thumb below the bottom lip, cleaning any excess.
When he was satisfied he pulled back, but didn't let go of Jongin's head in his hand. Forcing Jongin to keep his eyes on the man above him. Jongin was starting to get a little restless, the wind-up seemingly lasting much longer than usual.
“Such a lovely color. What was it called again?” Chanyeol asked, eyes moving from where they were tracing Jongin's plush lips to his wide and eager eyes. Jongin's eyes widened a bit, realizing he had to speak the evocative name aloud.
“It's…. Crème in your coffee….” Jongin shyly stated, his cheeks, ears, and neck blooming a lovely color to match the stain on his lips and chest. Chanyeol's smile turned wicked, all of his teeth on full display.
“Oh? Is that something you'd like, angel?” Chanyeol's voice was so low and husky as he asked the ridiculous question, it's almost obscene. Jongin gulped as he nodded his head in agreement. Chanyeol's crème is all he craves.
Chanyeol ran his fingers all over Jongin's face, careful not to smear the lipstick he so precisely placed. Then, he leaned back and nodded his head. This is all the signal Jongin needed to begin his favorite activity, having Chanyeol in his mouth.
Jongin was so laser focused on getting Chanyeol out of his slacks and into his mouth, he forgot he was even curious about what Chanyeol had written on his chest. He removed Chanyeol's belt with a focus that would rival that of a brain surgeon.
He popped the button on the straight legged charcoal grey slacks Chanyeol had been wearing, mouth already filling with saliva at the mere thought of being filled with Chanyeol. His tongue peeked through his lips as he furrowed his brow in utter concentration.
Chanyeol felt like the luckiest guy in the world. There at his feet was Kim Jongin, the most sought after person for their lips alone since Kylie Jenner in 2016. And his are actually real, and really going to be formed into a perfect seal around his already painfully hard cock.
Chanyeol let out a groan once Jongin had finally freed his member, the cool air of the room meeting his too warm skin to create a harsh contrast. But the cool air didn't last long, because as soon as the large package was released, Jongin was already fondling it and giving it tiny kittenish licks.
Chanyeol's large hands once again found their way into Jongin's soft hair, gripping the reddish-brown locks with just enough force to sting the way Chanyeol knew Jongin loved. Jongin dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit of Chanyeol's cock, pulling a deep groan of appreciation from Chanyeol from above him.
Jongin flicked his eyes up to Chanyeol's face, the elder already watching him with intensity. Jongin took more of Chanyeol into his mouth, tongue tracing the ridges and veins. His already plush and glossy lips took on even more volume and glow, making him look the absolute vision of debauchery.
His golden skin glowed in contrast to the dark strokes of Chanyeol's own name placed over his chest in ownership. Chanyeol's grip in Jongin's hair tightened even more, his need to completely mark and have Jongin taking complete control of all of his brainpower.
Jongin finally stopped teasing and created a tight vacuum with his mouth. His lips created a perfect circle of suction in the prettiest color. As his head bobbed up and down Chanyeol's length, the lipstick left behind a transfer of color and gloss in rings around Chanyeol's cock. Chanyeol thought it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
It didn't take much before Chanyeol felt the approach of his orgasm. Jongin knew all of his buttons, and how to press them in exact order to get exactly what he wanted. He always had. Chanyeol tugged at Jongin's hair to indicate to him to let go, but Jongin just started sucking even harder. Chanyeol let out a strangled groan as the stimulation got him that much closer to his quickly impending release.
Chanyeol had to pry Jongin's mouth open to get him to release his cock, exploding all over his open mouth and spraying his load over Jongin's lower face. The cum collected in ropes across Jongins cheekbones and nosebridge, dripping lower into his mostly full mouth. Jongin sat back and swallowed what was in his mouth, tongue peaking out to reach what was above his lip.
Chanyeol collapsed back into the stool, body heavy after such a powerful orgasm. His spent dick gave a pathetic twitch at the sight of Jongin. Still on his knees between Chanyeol's legs, eyes glassed over and face covered in Chanyeol's own cum. His shirt was hanging open, showing off the writing Chanyeol had left earlier. His lipstick was smudged around his mouth along with the cum. He was magnificent, and he belonged only to Chanyeol.
Jongin may have been the ambassador of so many beauty products, his face plastered on every bus, billboard and advertisment truck in the country. He may have been printed in every magazine and beauty aisle in every store in the past four years. But when he was home, when it really mattered, Chanyeol was the only one to truly have him. Chanyeol was who he wanted more than anything, and who wanted him just as much in return.
Chanyeol moved forward again to pull Jongin back into his orbit, sealing their mouths together in a surprisingly tender kiss. Jongin's lips were swollen and warm from use, the lipstick all but gone. Chanyeol still ran his tongue over Jongin's bottom lip to test the taste of the new product anyways.
“Mmm…. Tastes like vanilla.”
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After, when Jongin had already had an orgasm from Chanyeol's wickedly talented fingers and filthy words, Chanyeol carried him into the bathroom to wash up and wind down for bed. Chanyeol placed Jongin on the toliet, and Jongin finally got a glimpse of what Chanyeol had written on him.
At first he couldn't make sense of the marks, since the mirror reflected them backwards, but once he realized he couldn't help but laugh. There on his chest in lipstick was Chanyeol's name. A brand of ownership. Jongin just smiled to himself as he traced over the heart Chanyeol had drawn on his chest, feeling every bit of love and belonging he so desperately craved.