You were sat in the counter of the bathroom, dean right in front of you as you watched him pass the shave cream and pick up the razor, looking at the mirror completely focused in shaving his beard.

“god, you don’t even blink” you murmured with a chuckle as you kept staring at your boyfriend.

“otherwise I will hurt myself, genius” he said ironically, keep going with his gaze focused in the mirror.

“can I do it?” you asked after sometime, tilting a bit your head to the side.

“you what?” his gaze finally shifted towards you and he stopped the razor.

“shave. can I do it?” you repeated and a smirk appeared in his face before he nodded and give it to you.

he carefully stepped closer, going to stand in between your legs, his hands meeting you hips as he stayed in front of you, letting you pass the razor against his skin in blind trust.