“Hey.” Uta growls in his S/O’s ear. It’s nearly midnight, and he’s finally done with his mask. He’s proud of it, but also ready for another activity. “It’s been a long day.”
“Has it, hmm?” They smile coyly.
“Pay attention to me,” he whines.
“I always do.”
“Pay me special attention.” Uta wiggles his eyebrows.
“Oh? What kind?” His S/O gasps as he lifts them up and plops them down on one of his tables. “Uta, there’s paint everywhere.”
“We can make it more messy.” He leans over them to nibble on their throat, and with a grin, they bite back into his mouth.
He fumbles with their pants and underwear. They giggle and pull him onto the table. As they roll around and leave marks on each other, their bodies become more and more splattered with colors.
Finally the two lie side by side, panting and tie-dyed.
“Well, that was fun,” they say.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells them. “Your body is work of art.”
“So is yours, Mr. Tattoo.” They poke him and both partners burst into laughter.
Mercy and Magic 