“ ill shave off your brows in your sleep ” He whispers , hands press flat against gordon’s bare back.
Index finger drawing a small circle next to his spine. Little smirk.
“ I don’t need a fucking beauty facial to get you on my lap. ” Moment of contemplation verbalised through a grumble , he can’t go around looking ugly now. “ just hurry.”
〝 this isn’t worth me sitting in your lap ? 〞 raising a brow, jumping with a soft grunt. he’s going easy on him.
〝 i can stop now but your eyebrows are uneven. 〞
“ just a tickle or sum shit. ” he grumbles , squinting hard at prepare himself. Another tear squeezed out just to be wiped.
“ this so isn’t worth it ” hand raised to smack the other’s rear. Payback.
〝 what did you expect ? 〞 he asks innocently, plucking another despite his backing up. he stops after that, a finger softly wiping a tear from his cheek.
Theres a hiss of pain at the plucking of his hair. “ babe— ? ” head pulled away from the tweezers , eye inadvertently tearing up at the pain.
“ ow ! You didn’t say it’ d fucking hurt ”