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@wesley--blake
{Emmett}
“Sure, we can do whatever you want dove.” Emmett grinned, nodding his head slowly. “Do you wanna do it now baby, I know you said it’s itchy and I don’t want it to itch anymore.”
“Thank you, you’re the best,” he giggled. Wesley thought for a second and nodded his head, “Yes, please. Want you to do it.”
{Emmett}
“Baby- you’re not less of a man just because you shave.” Emmett sighed softly, allowing himself to be nuzzled at. “You’re so amazing baby, you don’t need to shave if you don’t want to. I’ll be happy if you’re happy.”
“I guess you’re right, Daddy,” he shrugged. Wesley nipped at Emmett’s jaw, “I’ll do it, okay? But it’s gotta be when it starts to get itchy, okay?”
“Yeah? That’s interesting. I know of a few slaves who are absolutely against being claimed for, you know, obvious reasons,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, I didn’t say you were. Just making a general statement, love.”
“I think it’s a lot better than being at everyone’s disposal. And I get to cuddle up to a nice strong and warm body every night,” he sighed happily. “You better be, because I will fight you.”
{Emmett}
“Are you that against it?” Emmett asked, shrugging his shoulders. “If you hate it that much, I’m not gonna make you do it love.”
“I don’t know. It just makes me feel like less of a man,” he sighed and moved over to Emmett, nuzzling against his neck. “Don’t want to make you unhappy though. Guess I’ll do it.”
{Emmett}
“Ah, you don’t like the itchy feeling.” Emmett nodded, blushing as the kiss that placed on his nose. “How about if we shave everytime stubble begins to form, that way it won’t be so itchy.”
Wesley groaned and crossed his arms stubbornly, “I don’t like the hairless-ness at all.” He pouted and looked at Emmett, “Are you making this a rule?”
No, my love. Are you highly against movies made in the 1980s or something?
“Yeah, the eighties were awful.”
“Right. Emmett. Is being a claimed any fun? I always thought it wouldn’t be, especially not for a cockslut.”
“Emmett’s great, thanks for asking. I like it nore than I though I would.” He cocked an eyebrow, “Excuse you, but I am not a slut.”
“Look at me,” he insisted. “I’ve the innocent eyes and the cute little smile, don’t I? I was angel up until around seven or so. Believe it,” he said dismissively, chuckling after his statement and sitting back on the couch. “Your mum sounds like a lovely lady. My mother was very strict on manners, too. I appreciate her for it.”
“You may look like an angel, but you are not one. Your brother on the other hand, absolute angel. You’re like the guys who pop up on shoulders when you’re faced with a tough decision,” he giggled. Wesley crossed his legs and smiled softly, “She was. She was very wonderful. Cheers to our excellent mothers, even though we’re not drinking,” he shrugged. “I feel sad for people who don’t have good mum’s. Maybe I should just go be their mother.”
{Emmett}
“I don’t know, just don’t like hair on my baby.” Emmett pouted, kissing his cheek. “I’d be gentle, you know that…right?”
“Well, I like hair, Emmett,” he sighed. Wes nodded and kissed his nose, “I know that, baby. You were gentle the first time, but it just feels weird. And it’s growing back itchy.”
Groaning, she laid on her back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. It was times like this, being locked in her cell, that she got bored easily. “Isn’t there anything interesting I can do around here?” she grumbled, mostly to herself.
“There’s really not a whole lot to do besides sitting and staring. Sorry.”
{Emmett}
“Aw baby, are you being grouchy?” he asked, smirking at the other. “Come on now, just a little bit?”
“Why is it so important to you,” he asked softly. Wes moved as close to Emmett as he could, “Why do you like it shaved?”
{Emmett}
“No, you’re my baby which means I get to decide what I think is best.” Emmett sighed, running his fingers through the boys hair to try and soothe him. “I’m not shaving your head silly, just your privates.”
“It’s my body,” he pouted. Wesley crossed his arms, “I know that, but I still don’t want that shaved.”
{Emmett}
“I have to tie you down while you’re awake in order for you to let me do it?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “No, i think I want you fully untied and fully awake.”
“I don’t like how it feels. I’m a man and men have hair,” he humphed.
“Instead of standing there and staring at me, why don’t you make yourself useful?”
“I’d love to help you out, but Emmett would be really pissed. Sorry.”
Let me tell you, you have to see the new Star Wars. It’s brilliant.
“Star Wars? What is this 1980?”
{Emmett}
“Mm, what about if you shave and keep yourself clean for me hm?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
“Shaving my face takes enough of my time. If you want me shaved, you can do it when I’m asleep or tie me down.”
