John took pride in his facial hair, especially considering how much he took care of it. It was a well-known routine by now and for some reason you loved watching him during it.

Today you asked your husband if you could groom his facial hair, and to your surprise he agreed. So, there were you now, sitting on the bathroom's counter, facial products lined up beside you.

"Doing an amazing job, doll," He praised you with a gruff chuckle, his hands resting peacefully on your squeezable hips.