"Must we go through with this, Miss?"

"Quiet, Love. We must."

"But Miss... I've mentioned my skin's sensitivity."

"I am aware, Pet. Hence, we experiment."

He takes a step back, and I advance. A humorous scene unfolds with his almost six-foot frame retreating from my barely five-foot stature.

"Miss..." He whimpers.

A smile flickers across my lips.

"Come closer, Love."

Now it's his turn to smirk.

Our height difference poses a challenge. Without his cooperation, this task becomes daunting.

"I don't appreciate refusals, Love."

His smirk falters slightly.

"Miss."

I sense guilt creeping in.

Placing my hand on his cheek, I coax, "Be a good boy and comply, Love."

And so, we find ourselves seated on the couch. Me on his lap, him clutching a tumbler of water.

I begin applying the cream to his face, noticing his visible tension.

"Miss, have you done this before?" he inquires.

Maintaining my smile, I continue with the application. "Hmm, I wonder."

"Do you trust me, Love?"

He rolls his eyes. "Not entirely, Miss."

Nevertheless, he leans in.

"Does the thought of me doing this to another man intrigue you, Love?"

The smile fades from his face, and he inches away slightly from my hand, though not too much.

"Hmm," he nonchalantly responds.

How uninspired. Yet, glint evident in his eyes.

Leaning closer, I confide, "You know I find humans off-putting."

An exasperated look crosses his face.

"Hmm. And what am I then, Miss?"

I feign contemplation. You're mine.

"You're my pet, Love."

"I see, Miss," he affirms, still bemused.

I dip the razor into the water, bringing his focus back to the task at hand.

"Are you certain about this, Miss?" he questions.

Without hesitation, I reply, "Of course."

"Hmm," he responds pensively.

As I place the razor against his skin, he visibly trembles.

"Miss."

"Hmm, Love?"

"Be careful, Miss."

"Mhm."

Drawing nearer, I press the razor against his skin.

"Careful, Miss."

Exasperation flashes across his face. Adorable.

He guides my hand, cupping it.

"You're doing remarkably well, Puppy."

He meets my gaze.

"Hmm, Miss."

I meet his eyes.

One stroke, then another, and another.

Me on his lap, him guiding my hand.

The final stroke.

"And finished, Love."

"Yes, Miss."

"See? It wasn't so dreadful."

Dipping the razor into the water once more, I blow on his chin.

"It feels itchy, Miss."

"Mhm. That's why we moisturize."

"Miss, my skin is sensitive."

"Oh, quiet down, Child."

I pick up the moisturizer.

"Listen, Love. Moisturization can solve more than half of life's problems."

He cracks a smile.

"I understand, Miss."

As I begin applying the moisturizer, he attempts to protest but seems content with my ministrations.

"Isn't this too much Miss?"

"No, trust your Miss."

He rolls his eyes again, the cheeky rogue.

I nip his neck, eliciting a moan.

"What was that for, Miss?" he laughs.

"A little punishment for your cheekiness."

"Ah, yes, Miss."

I nip his shoulder once more, much to his amusement. He's fortunate I'm fond of him.

"Are you sure you don't just want to mark your territory, Miss?"

"Mark my territory?"

"Aren't you already mine?"

"Haha, yes, Miss. Anything for my owner."

I had known about his aversion to being cleanly shaven like this.

"Mhm. You've been a good boy."

I pat his head and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He rests his head on my shoulder, and we spend the remainder of the day cuddled up, with him reading to me.