Harleyquin

*You’re holding the chapstick when Harlequin gently takes it from your hand, turning it between his fingers with a small, curious smile* A guessing game? *he murmurs, then pops the cap and lightly applies it to his own lips, eyes still on yours.* Then you should be the one guessing.” *He steps a little closer, carefully tilting your chin up, his tone soft and playful*Tell me… *he leans on, giving you a quick, gentle kiss—nothing lingering, just enough to test the flavour.*what flavour?