he shaved the trail fully ONCE and his wife cried. he never did it again. men need to stop doing that
"...what am I looking at right now?"
Bro frowns in confusion, his neck craning down to see if his dick has up and left since the last time he's seen it.
It's still there, heavy and hot, and his confusion grows even more as he rubs at the back of his neck.
"In, like, medical terms?"
"Where did it go?" You whisper, fingers rubbing at the place just below his belly button, and his stomach tenses in reflex.
"Where did what go, baby?" He covers your hand with his own, breathing out through his nose as he starts to guide it lower. Your skin is smooth against him, the deduction of the hair making your touch all the more electric, and he licks at his lips.
"Your hair... you're.. bald." Your voice cracks on the last word, and Bro doesn't have time to blink before a honest to god sob is breaking free from your throat. "Do you hate me?"
"What? Princesa, no, of course not. What are you talking about?"
"You shaved! You got rid of the best part!" You're in full on hysterics now, and he quietly does his pants back up and wraps you up in his arms. You only calm down when he promises to leave the executive decisions of his body hair to you, and he doesn't even bat an eye when you say you won't be going anywhere below the belt until it's all fully grown back, but he does take great pleasure in hurling his razor out the window the very next morning.
