So I heard it’s Rina’s birthday.
This is for you and your amazing art
“No Steven, I’m not letting you keep that beard. You look like an animal.”
“But why,” he paused, letting Danny trace the razor along his jaw line. “…am I the only one not allowed to keep the beard? What about yours?”
One corner of Danny mouth quirked up slightly. “You love my beard, admit it.”
“That I do.” The hands Steve had been trying so hard to keep steady at both of his sides finally came up and rested on Danny’s waist. Then sneakily edged down until he found the cloth. The bathroom was filled with the sound of their breathing and scraping blade, each stroke followed by a ghostly caress from Danny’s fingertips on the freshly shaved skin.
“Yes, Danny?” His breath hitched when the blond man got to his sensitive spot under the ear.
“Why are you removing my towel?”
“It has to go.” Steve said as if it was simple as that.
“You realize I’m holding a sharp object against your face, don’t you?”
“Uh huh.” He tried to answer without moving his head much. But oh, the hands were another story because Danny’s towel was already on the floor now. They were standing so so close, with Steve’s towel as the only barrier between their very naked bodies.
“You don’t want me to accidentally cut your throat, right?”
“Absolutely not.” Steve glanced down once before looking back up into Danny’s eyes, which now the blue was almost totally lost in the blown pupils, and swallowed…hard. “But I think you’d better hurry up.”
And suddenly the room temperature shot up to the ceiling. Heat radiated from their bodies they could almost touch it.
“Yeah, I think so too.” His voice was barely audible, but he still kept his pace agonizingly slow, grazing the razor over and over across the foam-covered skin. When Danny finally finished, his hands were trembling while trying to clean Steve face with a damp cloth.
He exhaled shakily and took a step back to inspect his work. And well well, now he could see Steve’s tongue tracing along his lower lip very clearly.
“How do I look?”
“Still like an animal.” He couldn’t help licking his own lips at that sight.
A dangerous glint in those dark green eyes and a low growl from the taller man definitely confirmed his statement.
Before Danny realized, they were close again. Even closer this time and hello, when did Steve’s towel disappear as well?
“You love me being an animal.” Steve whispered into his ears and started mouthing down with a laser-focus determination until Danny tilted his head up and grabbed a handful of Steve’s hair on the back of his neck.
“That I do.” He sighed, and then moaned softly when he nuzzled his still scruffy cheek into Steve’s smooth and warm skin. Their lips met eventually. Hands became desperate, movements more frantic.
And his turn to shave was completely forgotten.