Red Lipstick

Jason loved red lipstick, no matter who wore it.

Raven almost never wore lipstick, but if it made Jason happy, she smeared some of the bright red pigments across her lips when she was feeling playful.

Jason would always smile and take her into his arms, kissing her on her red lips until the pigments were smeared all over his skin; on his lips and jaw and cheeks. Even his forehead and eyelids would sometimes end up blushing red with lipstick, and he loved every bit of it.

Raven's lips would drift lower on him, sometimes, and his body would be marked with red prints all over him. He'd look at them, wanting to memorize them as best as he could, wanting them to be tattooed onto his skin. But he always washed them off in the end, for he needed to get clean.

Jason cried out her name when she took him into her mouth. Her tongue was wet and warm, playing all over his skin and sending his head spinning as his hips thrust up to meet her little sucks and licks. And her lips, so soft and wet, now streaked a ruby red. When he looked down at his lover, seeing her ruby lips wrapped around his cock, he just couldn't help but feel his heart swell at the sight.

And when she was done, Jason would look down at himself, placing a hand on his shaft to see better. His cock would be colored all different shades of red; partly from the blush of his skin but more from Raven's lips, having been wrapped around him. He loved seeing his cock coated with red lipstick smears and kisses, but he loved her more.

Raven knew how much he loved it, so whenever they were together, on nights when they stayed in his apartment, to talk and make love and spend some time together watching movies or reading books, she would don the red lipstick once more.

She didn't like it much at first, the feeling of her lips coated sticky with the thick pigmented makeup, but she got used to the feeling. The way Jason smiled at her, and the way his erection would grow when he watched her lips as she talked low and softly to him; she wanted to do it after a while.

She wanted to see him react like that.

Jason made love to her a lot that night, softly and then roughly and then softly again. Raven and he needed time to recover in between the moments, but there was always a peacefulness that just couldn't compare to anything else in the night.

Raven was on the bottom, with Jason laying on top of her. She watched him as he admired his arm, from his shoulder to his wrist, all covered with red lip prints and bite marks and hickies. Raven had focused all her attention to his arm while he fucked her, pounding into her and smacking her body back into the bed until she came so hard that her lubricant squirted out onto him.

"I love these," Jason told her honestly, before tucking both his arms back underneath her.

Raven's heart swelled as she watched him. He kissed her breasts, softly, flicking his tongue out to make her wet and warm. He teased her nipples with his tongue, making them pink and erect, before taking her breast fully back into his mouth.

Jason pulled away then, looking down at her breasts with an almost curious expression.

"Jason?" Raven asked him.

"Would you like lipstick marks?" he asked her, looking down at her pale breasts, white in the moonlight filtering through the lazily drawn curtains.

"Lipstick kisses on me?" she asked, not sure if she knew what he was asking.

Jason nodded. "Yes. Would you like me to leave marks on you…y'know, besides the bite marks and hickies and all that…?"

"I've never considered it," Raven whispered back.

Jason sighed contentedly, and laid his head down on her breasts. He looked peaceful, like he was about to fall asleep right then and there. His breath was even and his mind was at peace. His ear rested on her chest, and he listened to the steady beating of her heart.

"I don't see why we can't try it," Raven said at last.

Jason smiled.

The next night–-since they had nearly made a habit out of seeing each other every night, despite the lives they both lived–-Raven came to his apartment. Jason was stilled dressed in his Red X suit, but his skull mask was off. His gloves were off, his shoes kicked into the corner somewhere, and his shirt riding up his abs while his pants sunk lower onto his waist.

Short, freshly trimmed hair was peeking out at her near his waistline, and Raven's eyes lingered there. She watched eagerly as Jason's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his suit, tugging the fabric away from his skin to let it breathe. Only when Raven looked back up into his face did she notice that he was wearing red lipstick.

Raven cracked a smile.

"It's nice to see you smiling, Little Bird," Jason told her, walking up and placing his hands upon her. "You're so beautiful when you smile…"

Raven blushed, which earned her another compliment from Jason. He pulled her towards him, and pressed a kiss to her lips. It tasted wonderful, felt wonderful. When he pulled back, Jason examined the bright red pigments he'd left on Raven's skin.

"I love that color," he breathed, right before locking them both into another kiss.

Breath-taking was the best word for it. Although, Raven thought a little while later, mind-stealing would have been just as accurate. For it wasn't long before they'd both been stripped of all their clothes, and they laid on the floor of the living room, fucking so passionately it drove nearly all thought from their minds and neither remembered having gotten down there. Only that it was happening.

The prominent thing was the color red, at least in Jason's mind.

Red marks were all over Raven's skin as he kissed her; on her lips and jaw, on her breasts, thick around the nipples, and down her stomach to between her legs, smeared all over her vulva.

Jason wondered if she was aroused at lipstick as much as he was. If she loved the sight of her sex covered in red as much as he did.

There was lust in his green eyes as he stared up at her from between her legs, her thighs wrapped around his head and her back arching up off the living room floor. There was dim, yellow light in the room, giving it a warm and intimate ambiance, and it caught the curves of her body beautifully.

Her breasts were heaving with every gasp she took and every moan she released. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back. Jason felt her hands in his hair, gripping the black and white strands as if that was the only thing that could keep her grounded as he sent her spinning into a world so far away from this one.

"Jason!" She screamed his name as she came, but he kept his tongue moving on her, not letting her go until all her aftershocks had subsided and the resting period was gone and she was being worked back up again into another one.

Jason stopped licking her when he felt the precum coating his fingers. Looking down, he saw that her labia was smeared with the red lipstick. He smirked. No matter where, red lipstick looked best on her.

He wiped the lipstick off of her with the hem of his suit (making sure that she was clean (best for their health)), then he took her again, right on the floor of the living room, keeping his eyes focused on her body, and the expressions that passed her face as he pleasured her. Though she wasn't speaking, he could see that her mouth was forming the word, Jason.

After he had come and he had spent all of himself inside of her, he laid down with her on the floor, his fingers trailing all over her body.

"I understand why you like red lipstick so much," Raven said, after a long moment of quietness. Jason smiled and pressed a hard kiss to her lips, which Raven returned eagerly, hungrily.

"Blue is still my favorite color, though."