He tilts my head and runs the razor down my jaw, the blade running so smooth I barely feel it. Fingers slipping along my chin, bending me this way and that, his larger frame behind me in the mirror. Looking at my face; but not looking at me. I say I can shave myself, I say I barely need to shave at all, and he gives me that look, hand tightening ever so slightly. I close my mouth. The glide continues down my neck. He wipes down my face, turning me with a firm twist to inspect his work.
I want to run my hands along his jaw as he does mine, feeling the texture of his stubble, running my fingers up into his hair. But he hasn't told me to move yet. That had been his only rule as he brought me into the bathroom, stay still, and I had, hadn't I?
I barely get my hand half way in the air before the hand on my face is tilting me up firmly, another hand closing around my wrist. Stay still, that's all you had to do. I feel him press me backward until the cool tile of the wall jars the skin on my back. His hands, warm, press firm on the column of my throat. You ask me to show you how to do things, like a real man, but you can't listen to instructions hm?
I wonder whether I can speak now, or if that is one of those questions with no right answer. But before I can even try to reply he continues. Did you even listen, after I took all this time to show you how to shave, or did you just feel my hand on your face and turn into a brain-dead slut on instinct?
Now that I can't respond to, or maybe the whine I let out was a response given the way he smiled. A smile that matches everything about him, cutting, sharp and perfect. He kisses me, his scruff sharp against my fresh sensitive skin, a shaky breath and a bob of my throat beneath his palm. His body, angular, broad, perfect, against my own, which is changing slowly too.
Once the comparison made me feel small, but now, every time we kiss I know my jaw is sharper, one day I'll be strong enough to pin him too, push him to the tile, my beard will scratch against his sensitive inner thighs and he will shiver the way I do.