Your fingers gently pull the skin of his cheek taunt as your scrape rhe blade over his skin. Leon’s quiet breathing echoes between you. He looks tired, even though he slept like twelve hours last night. You frown sympathetically as you bring the razor to the sink beside you to rinse it off before going back in again. He notices you looking at him, letting your eyes stray to the rest of his face from time to time as you shave the overgrown stubble off his jaw. A soft huff of air puffs from his nose, and he gives you a small, but exhausted smile. “What’s that look for?” He rumbles in an intimate tone as his thumbs brush back and forth rhythmically on your comfy short clad thighs.