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♡ You Shave Michael's Beard

You and Michael were casually cuddling on the living room couch, watching TV at 7pm. It was raining outside, so you decided that you'd make the most of it with your husband, cuddling together, wrapped in the nice, warm, blankets with big fluffy pillows underneath.

You sit lying faced in front, while he spoons you from behind. He wraps his arms around you some more, occasionally kissing your cheek and forehead. He keeps his grip holding you, as he won't seem to let go; you love it.

He reaches down and kisses you again, this time laying his chin on the side of your cheek. You feel his face is rather rough, instead of smooth like he usually has it. You place a hand on his cheek and laugh.

"What?" Michael asks.

"You have a stubble," you say, rubbing his cheek up and down, feeling the little hairs poke out from under his skin.

He touches your hand and giggles. "You remember what happened the last time i didn't shave, right?" he says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Wow there, that isn't an invitation to get your way with me mister," you joke.

He looks down and mumbles, "I know."

Then you get an idea. "Hey," you lift his chin up, "i've always wanted to shave your beard..."

He rolls his eyes playfully. "I don't think so, baby."

"But why not?" You pout.

"I like it like this now," he says.

"Oh come on, please?"

You begin placing little kisses all over his face, rubbing his tummy, and smoothing his curls. "Please, pleaseeee, babyboy?"

"Alright, alright," he says, gently lifting you off the couch so that he could get up after you.

You lead him into the bathroom and he sits down on the edge of the bathtub. You grab his razor, feeling excited but a little nervous as you grab the shaving cream, giving it a shake.

"Do you trust me?" you ask as you squirt some shaving foam onto your hand and place it on his face.

"Just try not to cut me," he says.

"I shave my legs all the time, i'm a pro at this," you say.

"It's different when it's on your face, baby," he says.

"I know, i'll try."

You remove the razor cap and kneel in front of him, slowly starting from the top and gliding the razor down across his face slowly. There's now a patch of smoothness on his face.

You rinse the razor and repeat, gliding down carefully on parts of his face, trying not to cut his skin or go near his lip.

You tilt his neck up a bit and do the bottom, and he giggles.

"Ticklish?" you ask.

He laughs. "A little."

You love how close you are to him. It makes you just want to have a make-out sesh right here and now, but it'll be more fun after you're done shaving him, when he's all smooth.

"Ouch," he suddenly shrieks.

"Baby are you alright, did i cut you?" you ask in panic.

"I'll be alright," he replies.

You see a little dot of red blood on the side of his cheek and sigh, feeling apologetic. "I'm sorry sweetheart," you say. "I'm almost done."

You finish up and wipe the shaving foam off his face, rinsing out his razor again.

He washes his face and dabs it with a towel, feeling his smoothness. "Hey, you did a really great job," he admires.

"It's easier than i thought it would be."

"So...now that i'm all cleaned up," he kisses your face and brushes his smooth chin along your face, "why don't you say we have a little make-out fun?" he suggests, biting his lip.

You smile brightly as that's what you were thinking about before. Make-outs with him always turn into making love afterwards, so you nod your head, super excited and happy.

"Alright," he giggles, gently grabbing your face in his big hands, beginning to suck and kiss you as you get ready for a night with each other.

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