Please have my short, aimless, fictional, somewhat smutty, and altogether ??? Geno/Anna writings, under the cut. For the record, I was going for silly, so I guess I hit that mark anyway.
Settling in between his legs, Anya presses sucking kisses to the base of his shaft, one hand toying with the head and spreading precome around. Zhenya closes his eyes with a sigh.
She pulls away and says, “You should shave.”
He grunts. “I’m not shaving my balls.”
“I keep getting hair in my mouth.”
“Well then don’t put your mouth there,” he says crabbily, annoyed that his dick is being ignored in favor of lodging complaints about his grooming habits, again.
“Oh, I’ll just stop sucking your dick, then? Yes, I’m sure you’d love that.” She moves up his dick to where there’s decidedly less hair.
“I trim,” she says, prim as a schoolmarm. He snorts.
“It gives me with beard burn.”
“I think it’d be pussy burn.”
She heaves a sigh as she swings her leg over his hips. “So fussy.”
Indignant, he began to sit up, saying, “I’m—”
But then she sinks down on him and he momentarily loses his train of thought. As tactics for shutting him up go, he likes this one.
