"Would you quit that?" You've said for the tenth time now, tilting his chin to the side as you carefully moved the razor upwards, the edges of his fine stubble that's cut, falling into the sink.

He had that silly little smirk on his face, resisting the urge to lean in again just to get a taste of your cherry flavored lipstick. "No can do." Leon likes seeing that annoyed look on your face, but he wouldn't go as far as piss you off, resulting in sleeping on the couch tonight.

Normally, you wouldn't be doing this for a boyfriend. Well, he's pretty fucking old so.. it's the least you can do.