Carlos is standing between your legs while you sit on the counter in front of him holding his razor. His face covered in shaving cream, a big grin on his face. "You know you don't need to help me right" he says, tilting his head for you to run the blade over his hairy jaw. He knew you had nothing better to do, he didn't mind the help at all in fact. He watched your hands work carefully, as to not cut him on accident. His hands unconciously running over your thighs, rubbing them with his thumbs