it really got his attention after one night. he was eating you out for so long and starting to ache thinking about fucking you. he was so excited to just get into it lol but then he saw the way you winced at the way his hips rubbed against you.
the next morning he felt so bad when he saw you looking at how red and sore you were. the next few days, he decides to take a break fom eating you out and just sex in general to let you recover.
and one day, you catch him in the bathroom, shaving cream in hand with a razor in the other. the expression on his face making it seem like he was making a huge sacrifice.
"you're shaving?" you ask, startling him. he nods as he goes back to looking at the razor and then his beard. "...why...? i thought you liked your beard."
he looked at you with a frown, "i hurt you, baby," you furrowed your eyebrows at him in confussion before realizing what he meant.
you shake your head and scoff playfully. "baby, you hurt me because you were eating me out for thirty minutes!" he looked away bashfully. "i love your beard. it feels good... but just not when its rubbing against me for so long."
he pouted and set down the items in his hands before he rubbed at the hair on his face. you reached up as well, cupping his cheek and rubbed at the hair there tenderly. you planted a kiss on his cheek and then on on his pouty pink lips.
you pulled away and kissed his jaw. the hair tickling your lips, "but maybe trim it down a little," you giggle. he rolls his eyes before he leans in and starts rubbing his beard all over your face.
you squirm and try to push him away but he has you cornered against the counter, holding you in place by your hips. you yelp when he moves down to your neck.
he pulls away and plants a kiss on your lips. "I'll get on that soon, peaches, dont worry."
