I feel like Sebastian would absolutely love to help you with your hair on wash day.
You’d taken out your box braids the night before and woke up early to get started on the washing process. You had been busy for approximately an hour and a half and was rinsing the last section of all product when Seb finally walked into the kitchen, seeing you bent over the sink and getting an eyeful of your ass hanging out of your shorts. Smiling to himself he strolled over and surprised you by pressing himself against your cheeks and firmly grasping your hips in his strong hands.
“Good morning baby.”
Wrapping an old t-shirt around your dripping hair you finally stand turning to face him rolling your eyes at his antics.
“Good morning to you too.” Leaning forward pressing your lips to his for a gentle kiss.
After breaking away from you he takes notice of some of the water slowly rolling down your face and he breaks into a grin because he loved when you washed your hair. You typically wore your hair in a big afro or in a high ponytail after a wash giving your hair a chance to breath before deciding on your next style. Seeing all the curls and tight coils in your hair was a sight he would never tire of.
As you’re wiping the droplets away from your eyes you see him reach for the large tub of conditioner you placed next to the sink and begin rolling it around in his palms. Looking at his face you can see he wants to ask you a question but not sure what. So you reach out to take it back from him only for his grip on it to tighten around the jar to your surprise. He meets your eyes again and proceeds to ask: “Can I do this next step?”
You couldn’t help but stare at him shock because you honestly weren’t expecting him to ask that. You were aware of his slight infatuation with your hair but didn’t think he actually wanted to help you maintain it. Slowly but surely a large grin split your face and you nodded your head in confirmation.
“Yea you can help baby. I’ll help guide you on how to properly detangle it with your hands, ok?” He nodded enthusiastically and grabed your hand leading you into your bedroom. You guide him to sit on the edge of the bed while you place some throw pillows on the ground between his legs and plop down. Removing the shirt from your head and reaching for the conditioner you display the repeitive motion of slathering conditioner on your hair from root to tip and gently finger detangling any knots or kinks with Seb watching intensely. Once you’ve worked through a few small pieces you pass the jar off and he slowly starts working his hand through you thick 4C hair.
“Try and be generous with the product baby, my hair needs to be practically soaked with the conditioner.” You gently remind him.
“Got it, lots of product and gentle pulling, easy enough to manage.” He replies with a chuckle.
You lean back into him as you fell the soft tugs and gentle massage of his fingers on your scalp. He methodically covers each strand with precision and you feel yourself relax more with each passing moment. Before you’re even aware of it your eyes drift closed and you’ve dozed off while you were scrolling through Twitter. Your head had rolled off to the side and Sebastian laughs under his breath as he adjusts you back into a proper position and continues with your hair for the next hour.
Once he was finished he grabs the plastic shower cap you had and secures it over your hair ensuring that not one curl had escaped. He then carefully lifts you up and places you onto the bed and slids in beside you, automatically you curl around him. Pulling you even closer he wraps his arms around you and relaxed into the pillow, slowly being lulled into unconsciousness by that smell of your hair he places a final kiss on your forehead before sleep takes him.