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The time was around dawn, the sunlight just beginning to seep through the cracks of the curtains. You began to stir awake, knowing Hiromi would soon be waking up for work. You could feel him behind you, warm, strong, and soft. He was spooning you, his face in your hair, his arm around your waist.
“You awake?” He groggily whispered right behind your ear, his breath stirring the delicate hairs at your nape. You hummed in response, reaching a hand up to scratch beneath his chin—something Hiromi loved. You could feel his growing scruff, definitely due for a shave. He responded by wrapping his other arm around you, looping it through the small gap between your head and shoulder. He held you, pulling you even closer to his chest as he inhaled your scent.
“Mmm, you smell so good.” He husked, his voice rough with sleep as he began to pepper your nape with gentle kisses. You shuddered, unconsciously moving backwards, impossibly closer to him. You wished to fuse your bodies until you couldn’t tell where he began and you ended. Cuddling was never enough for you; never felt as close as you desired. You could feel the slight tickle of his stubble against the delicate skin of your neck, goosebumps arising in his wake.
“Do you have to go?” You asked softly, not wanting him to get up and leave you just yet. You knew he had work, demands and responsibilities that called upon him every day. But you were selfish when it came to him, your dear husband. You’d have him for the entire day for the rest of your life if you could.
“In a bit,” He continued to mouth at your neck, bringing a hand up to move your hair out of the way. He began to nudge your shoulder backwards, urging you to turn over and face him. You did so without question, immediately met with the glorious sight of your husband’s sleepy, early morning face. You had always loved his face in the mornings. He tended to look a little less composed, his chocolate brown hair mussed, his lips puffier than usual, his brown eyes hazy. He looked less like the professional, poised lawyer everyone knew him to be and more like the soft, devoted man you knew as your husband. It made you want to ravish him but also hold him tenderly all at the same time.
“Good morning, my love,” He leaned forward to tenderly kiss your lips. You kissed him back eagerly, pressing your lips against his as if you were trying to express all of your love and admiration into the single gesture. You pulled away, and he brought his large hand up to cup your face. He traced your features, your eyelids, eyebrows, and the seam of your lips, all while looking at you as if you hung each star in the sky.
“You’re so beautiful.” He paused for a moment, simply drinking in each and every one of your features he adored so much. “Did you sleep well?” You hummed in response, nodding. “Always,” you softly quipped, knowing the quality of your sleep had drastically increased when you married Hiromi.
Hiromi began peppering your face with gentle kisses, and you let him, your eyes closing in contentment as you felt the softness of his lips against your skin. You could feel the subtle rasp of his stubble against your cheek, and you brought a hand up to rub against his jaw.
“You need a shave,” You murmured. “Your hair grows back so fast. I just shaved you a few days ago.” Hiromi chuckled, deep and throaty, his chest rumbling against yours. “I know,” He brought a hand around to hold the back of your neck, holding you close. “You’ll do it for me, right?” He questioned, a hint of insecurity bleeding into his words. As if he were afraid that you wouldn’t want to, that he wouldn’t be able to experience the intimacy of his wife grooming him before another arduous day at work.
“Of course I will.” You breathed with a light chuckle, your tone almost reprimanding in its nature. “I do it better than you anyway. You always cut yourself when you do it.” Hiromi smiled at your words, giving the back of your neck a light squeeze where he held you. “My fingers are not as deft as yours, my love. You take care of me better than I do.”
You chuckled, bringing your hand up to delicately trace his Adam’s apple. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the firm piece of cartilage in his throat. “Come, let me shave you. Before you’re late for work.” You breathed against his neck, your fingers coming up to tangle in his short brown hair.
The two of you were now situated in the ensuite bathroom of your bedroom, you perched on the counter with Hiromi standing in between your legs. He caressed your bare thighs, occasionally glancing down at your t-shirt-clad form—his t-shirt. He always loved when you wore his clothes, especially to sleep. You had all of his shaving tools set up by the sink, which was plugged and filled with water. You began by pulling him down for a sweet kiss, humming against his lips. “Good luck kiss, for no cuts.”
The entire lower half of Hiromi’s face was covered in shaving cream, your hands gently massaging it into his skin. He looked so cute, you could just bite him. You internally promised to do so once he was all clean and freshly shaven. You began on the right side of his face, meticulously dragging the razor along his skin and rinsing it in the sink every now and then. This was easy for you, as you had done it about a million times by now. You shaving Hiromi’s face had always been somewhat of a ritual between you two, something you had done for as long as you could remember. Hiromi couldn’t do anything else but admire you as you worked, watching your look of concentration with his own look of love and adoration. You always looked so determined while doing this, like you needed it to be perfect. It warmed his heart in a way he couldn’t express in any other way than his eyes as he gazed upon you.
You were done as quickly as you began, a seasoned expert in the art of face shaving. You drained the sink and rinsed the residuals of shaving cream off with fresh water, marvelling at the silky smooth texture of his freshly shaven face. You planted a kiss on his jawline before drying him off and gently massaging in some aftershave, the cooling texture of the cream soothing his skin. Now freshly shaven, you pulled him down with your fingers tangled in his hair, gently sinking your teeth into the soft skin of his cheek with a playful grumble. Hiromi laughed, cradling the back of your head as he leaned in to kiss you.
“Thank you for the shave, baby.” He rubbed over the now smooth expanse of his face, his lips curling up into a smirk at how good of a job you had done. As always. He wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, attacking your cheek with a multitude of obnoxious, sloppy kisses. You squealed, nudging at his chest as he attacked your face.
“You’re welcome! You’re welcome, now go get ready for work.” He ended his sensual assault with one last kiss to your cheek, drawn out with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound before he pulled you down from the counter.
He loved when it was shave day, not only for the simple fact that his wife would be shaving his face for him, but also for the intimacy and closeness that came with it. There was nothing like it, and he’d cherish these moments for the rest of his days.
Just as he’d cherish you.