"Can you show me how?" from the prompt list, please and thank you! Kink of choice is up to you. :)
'can you show me how?' gaon asks from the doorway.
'come here,' yohan replies. he sits on the low counter, back to the mirror. 'all the way here. you need to be close.'
so gaon steps between the older man's parted legs. it's cool and warmly lit in the older man's personal bathroom.
'this is how you hold the blade,' yohan says, wrapping gaon's fingers around the straight shaving blade. 'rest your three fingers along the back. put your pinkie on the tail, and middle finger along -- yes, exactly. this grip gives you nice control.' he smiles mischievously. 'let the weight do the work.'
gaon rests his lower body against the older man's, feeling warmth and sturdy support. 'i'm going to put the blade against your neck now.'
he holds the back of yohan's head one handedly, and with the other rests the blade against yohan's skin. he maintains more control than necessary. nevertheless, he's thrilled when it slides through shaving cream and stubble, leaving silky skin behind.
his eyes drop to yohan's. they're standing close enough for him to take in their wide and lovely effect.
'that was good,' says the older man without blinking.
gaon smiles, wipes the blade clean and puts it against yohan's throat this time. yohan lets him.
the blade meets resistance here in the bump of yohan's Adam's apple. gaon presses closer, feeling rather than seeing yohan's hands fall to his hips.
is this alright? he wants to say but doesn't. he focuses on the blade and not getting distracted by the heat of yohan's stare, his coy mouth, his body.
'all done,' he says, setting the blade down. his hand trembles and it clinks against the marble counter.
'not quite. you haven't done antiseptic spray or oil,' the older man tells him.
gaon looks at him flatly. 'i just asked to see how to shave.'
'this is shaving. go on. i trust you.' yohan makes his eyes very big again. as if trust has anything to do with this.
so gaon wipes him clean with a damp towel. then he picks up the spray, spritzes yohan's face and neck then slaps it in place for good measure.
'now the oil,' says the older man cheerfully.
gaon breathes out through his nose and reaches for the bottle, coating his palms lightly but carefully this time. he doesn't want to get oil on yohan's collar, not when they're both dressed for a live trial later in the day.
the first touch of his hands over yohan's skin feels devestatingly intimate. he rubs the oil in, sharply aware of yohan watching him shamelessly, of the older man letting gaon get a palm around his throat.
'all done for real,' he says finally. but instead of releasing yohan, he cups the older man's face instead.
'yeah,' replies the older man. and then, 'what do you think? could you trust me too?'
they're standing so close together that he's breathing yohan's air, sweet puffs across his face. yohan can see every tiny thought flit across his face. gaon rests his forehead against yohan's and looks back unafraid.
maybe, he thinks, before slipping his eyes shut and kissing him.
i had a good time writing this ficlet, so thanks for playing dawn 😘🥳
