Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

I Can Teach You How To Shave

Kinnick lay opposite of the couch after telling me about his past. My fingers continued to play with his skin, loving how he twitched as I tickled his waist. His hand smacked mine as my laughter filled the apartment. I crawled over his lap, letting my knees dig into the couch as I pinned his arms down beside his head.

He stared up at me with amusement as I curled my fingers around his wrists. His chin tilted upward as he attempted to connect our lips. Just as I thought I would stay in control, his hand broke free and snuck around my waist to flip me underneath him.

"You didn't think you were strong enough to hold me down, did you?"

A chuckle fell from my lips. "A girl can hope."

"If you would like, I can flip back over, and we can try it again."

"It is okay," I brushed my lips against his. "I like it when you are in control."

He pressed further between my legs, letting his hips lower into mine. His hand cupped my thigh, encouraging me to wrap around him as he connected our lips. I let out a gasp as he ground into me, letting me feel how I affected him.

"Kinnick," I whimpered.

"How about dinner?" He pecked my nose. "I am starving."

"You are thinking about dinner, right now?"

"Mhm," his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my joggers.

"What are you doing?" I sucked in a deep breath at the cool air touching my thighs.

"Preparing for dinner," he tossed my clothing elsewhere.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

His breath fanned across me as he placed kisses along my hips. "That I am hungry."

"Kinnick!" I squealed as he softly bit the inside of my thigh.

"What?" He snickered.

"I haven't shave my legs!" I yelped as his lips tickled my skin.

"I thought I felt a little tickle on my noes."

I shoved him away. "You are so mean!"

"Babe, I could care less if you have hair on your leg."

"That is what they all say," his breath fanned across me. "Holy shit."

"Bo!" He gasped lifting his head from in between my legs. "That is a bad word!"

"Screw off," I whined.

"You are so fucking cute," he kissed my nose. "But after this, we are going to the bathroom so I can teach you how to shave."

"You are the hairiest person I know. How are you going to show me how to shave when it doesn't look like you have ever shaved in your whole life?"

"Okay," he pats my thigh. "This can wait."

I looked at him skeptically, but he stood up from the couch, gripping my waist and throwing me over the shoulder. My laughter filled the apartment as he ran down the hallway to his bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the tub as he ran warm water from the faucet. He must have forgotten to switch it from the overhead because it started to downpour.

"Shit, sorry," he snorted.

He mixed his body wash with the water, allowing bubbles to fill the bathtub. "I will grab you a razor."

"I brought shaving cream."

"Is it in your bag?"

He disappeared around the corner for two seconds. "I'm so excited."

His giggle filled my ears, and I spent the next five minutes looking at him with adoration. The sound was the cutest thing I ever heard. He clapped his hands with excitement as he sat next to me.

"Okay," he drizzled shaving cream on his legs. "Watch and learn, baby."

I kicked the soapy water at him, loving the way he gasped as the waves smacked him in the face. Bubbles stuck to the stubble on his jaw as they floated around us. He was hunched over a second ago, razor in his hand. He was shaving his legs with my vanilla shaving cream a second ago, now he is scolding me for splashing him.

"I'm trying to be a good boyfriend," he pursed his lips. "Could you not get me wet in the process of showing you how to use a razor properly?"

"I know how to use a razor properly, dork."

"Obviously not," he pointed to my legs. "Your leg hair is so long you could donate it to Locks of Love."

I dipped my hand into the water and smacked him with the warmth that smelled of vanilla. He blinked his eyes rapidly as it dripped from his face. His legs started thrashing around, collecting large waves. The water smacked the sides of the bathtub hard enough it flew over the sides, sending a large puddle crashing onto the floor. 

I shoved his shoulder. His hands flew in the air as he slipped into the bathtub. The clothes he wore were now soaked as he stared at me from down below. He stared at me with his jaw clenched. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. Yanking me into the water with him wasn't the first thing I thought of.

"Kinnick!" I cried out.

He flipped me over, hovering over me as the waves crashed around us. "Do not do that if you can't deal with the repercussions."

I didn't have time to respond until his lips smashed against mine. My hands were on his shoulders as he slipped his hands under my back to keep from slipping. I pulled away from him to take a deep breath.

"Now that you know how to shave your legs," his eyes filled with darkness. "Let me finish what I started earlier."