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"Can you pass me the eyeliner?"
The two boys sat in Hugo's room, surrounded by various posters and vinyl records, all belonging to a variety of bands ranging from genres of pop-rock to mid-west emo. The bed that lay in its center held a wide range of jewelry, chokers with spikes and wristbands embedded with silver studs, as well as different eye-shadow palettes and nail polishes that all resembled some shade of black.
Varian stood in front of the cracked mirror on Hugo's dresser, extending his hand toward the blonde, and by proxy, the makeup bag.
Hugo slide the black eyeliner pencil over to the younger boy.
"Can you do mine as well? I hate to say, but you're much better at this then me, Hairstripe."
Neglecting his own makeup, Varian motioned for Hugo to sit down on the bed.
"Hold still."
The younger boy positioned the blonde's face toward him, his touch felt electrifying on Hugo's skin. They'd been dating for months now, but any chance of contact never failed to make the two boys giddy.
Slowly, he dragged the pencil across Hugo's waterline, focusing purely on his work, while the green-eyed boy rather concentrated on the look on Varian's face. Sharpening out the corner, Varian admired his handy work, before quickly giving the other boy a quick peck on the lips.
"You look hot."
"Woah, Freckles. Didn't know you were tryna' get into these pants."
Varian smirked, before turning back toward the mirror, and finishing his own makeup.