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bellamy when you have a go at him for leaving three splatters of paint created by his lips on your neck and collarbones, he keeps his face still eyes trailing over you as he wishes he could do all those things he had the previous night to you again. he'd give anything to hover over you, his breaths and lips dancing over your skin as he uttered your name.
" what? am i not allowed to paint my beautiful masterpiece? "