Page 49 of Under Control

While the towel warmed Tracht’s cheeks—apparently this would “open up his pores,” according to the vids he’d watched—Alex lathered up the shaving foam with the brush. Originally, he’d thought any old shaving cream would do, but after having tried the special stuff in this kit, he had to admit that it made a huge difference.

He removed the towel and carefully lathered up Tracht’s cheeks and neck, taking care to cover all the scruff. Tracht let Alex tilt his head back, the small concession sending a jolt of arousal through Alex. Frick, he wished he were wearing the cock cage because he was starting to get hard just from this.

Next step. Alex set the foam brush aside and picked up the razor. His hand was steady, despite the slight thrill of everything. He was allowed to shave Tracht. He was going to put a blade to Tracht’s neck.

“Just remember. No cuts, no missed spots,” Tracht murmured, eyes boring into Alex. He looked silly with the white foam beard, which took off some of the edge on his words.

“Whatever. I told you, it’s not so hard.” Alex walked around to the other side of the couch so he had a better angle. He had Tracht lean against his stomach, and that caused another flood of warmth to flow through him. He ignored it, focusing instead on pulling Tracht’s skin taut and drawing the first scrape of the razor down Tracht’s cheek. It had taken him a few tries to figure out the correct angle so he didn’t accidentally cut himself, but it was actually easier doing it on another person since he had a better vantage point.

By all rights, none of this was sexy. It was just shaving. Alex had shaved himself plenty of times without getting a hard-on.

But he saw the shaving cream give way to smooth skin, and Alex's breath quickened. He kept his hands steady despite all of that, and it only took him a few seconds to collect himself and ignore his arousal. He wiped the blade off and made the next stroke.

"I hope your erection isn't going to cause problems," Tracht said between swipes of the blade. How the hell did he know that Alex was turned on, anyway?

"I'm fine," Alex responded. "You just keep quiet. You can't blame me for nicking your skin if you move."

Tracht snorted in amusement. "I think you'll find that I absolutely can. Whether I will or not is another issue. But carry on."

He closed his eyes again, resting his head more fully against Alex's stomach. Alex wiped the blade on a towel and went back to it.

He couldn't remember if it had been this sexy when their positions were reversed. Tracht hadn't bothered shaving Alex's face, of course—he'd gone for every other hair on Alex's body, including the ones on his balls, and that had been scary as hell. But he'd kind of figured that Tracht wasn't going to actually cut him, and there was something relaxing about the gentle scrape of the blade.

This time he had Tracht's life in his hands. He'd had that yesterday too, but yesterday Tracht hadn't been in his right mind. It was different now when Tracht really meant it.

Even if Tracht was in a bad mood, he'd let Alex take a blade to his face.

Alex got hot all over, thinking about what it all meant. Tracht cared for him. Tracht maybe even... trusted him? Trusted him enough not just to shave him, but to let Alex see the bruises on his face, and help him bathe, and... and everything, really.

"Hey. Suck your lips in so I can get at the skin there," Alex whispered. He didn't want to distract Tracht from his relaxation, but he also wanted to give him the perfect shave.

Tracht quirked an eyebrow at him but did as he was bid. It was a silly look on him, but Alex had the overwhelming urge to kiss him again, which was super unhelpful. He continued the shaving instead.

Only part left now was Tracht's neck. Alex gently tilted Tracht's head back further, exposing his neck, and he caught Tracht smiling.

"If you cut me here, there’s going to be a lot more blood. Don't screw up."

"I can't figure out if you want me to do a bad job or not," Alex complained. Tracht didn't answer, probably because Alex had the razor at his throat, drawing it upwards in a smooth motion. He noticed Tracht wince, and he was afraid that he’d actually nicked Tracht, until he realized it was because of the dark bruising just under Tracht’s chin. Alex moved his fingers slowly, turning the movement into a caress.

Only a few more passes, and he’d cleared off all the shaving foam from Tracht’s face. He grabbed the damp towel from earlier to wipe off Tracht’s face completely, then carefully examined for stray hairs. Tracht didn’t say anything as Alex tilted his head this way and that. Alex ended up reapplying shaving foam to a few locations to clean up the missed spots.

Finally, he cleaned off Tracht’s face entirely and grabbed the moisturizing lotion, patting it gently into Tracht’s skin, careful of his bruises. Tracht’s eyes seemed darker, and a glance down revealed that he was just as hard as Alex. At that point Alex figured he’d done good enough. He climbed onto the couch and kissed Tracht’s smooth jaw.

“Can I suck you off?” Alex asked, trailing a hand up Tracht’s thigh.

Tracht’s eyes fluttered and he gave a sigh. “Mmm. Yes. And you can stroke yourself while you do it.”

Alex hadn’t even expected that, and he quickly got on his knees before Tracht could change his mind. He undid the robe’s belt and pushed the robe aside, revealing Tracht’s erection. He took a deep breath, reveling in the clean scent of it, and then licked the head. A small bead of precome sprang up, and he licked that up too, the familiar salty bitterness sending another jolt of arousal through him.

He didn’t normally care for the taste of come, or he hadn’t before. Probably an acquired taste, and maybe he should have tried to acquire it earlier. Maybe it was just Tracht. He rolled his tongue piercing along the underside of Tracht’s cock, making Tracht’s hips jerk. Then he took Tracht’s cock into his mouth and went to town, swallowing as much as he could and then lifting back off, sucking and licking with abandon. His hand on his own cock jerked in time with his head bobbing, making him dizzy with pleasure.

He played like this for a little while, using one hand to stimulate Tracht’s balls while he teased the head. After a while he noticed something weird though: Tracht hadn’t grabbed his hair yet. Alex pulled off and looked up.

Tracht’s hands were curling and uncurling, and he looked like he was having a good time,but there was a slight furrow in his eyebrows.

“Did I do something wrong?” Alex asked, confused.

The question seemed to irritate Tracht. “No. Why do you ask?”

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