Benjey Smut & Fluff

Paint.

"Jorge," Benji looks at me annoyed. "You have to hold still."

"I'm sorry," I laugh. I'm trying to hold still but the paint he's putting on my face is cold and it tickles slightly. His face scrunches in concentration as he paints little flowers on my cheeks. His eyes squint and his tongue sticks out as he works on me. "You look cute."

"Thank you," Benji blushes at my compliment. "There, you're done," He smiles and hands me a mirror to show me his work. 

I smile and look at myself in the mirror. He put a small layer of blush on me followed by little sunflowers with paint. "It looks good. Where did you learn how to do this?"

"I practice on myself sometimes," Benji shrugs.

"Do it now."

"Do what?" 

"Paint on your face the same way you did on mine," I smile at him. "I want to match."

Benji laughs but gets to work on his own face. In five minutes he has the same little flowers on his cheeks that I do. I smile and sit on his lap, facing him. I lean down and kiss his lips softly, careful not to mess up Benji's creation.