Evening by FilthyCyborg

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“Just like clockwork," Dylan thought as the sound of his boyfriend’s clippers started up from behind the bathroom door. Every month, on the first Sunday of the month, Shane’s post-dinner ritual was to touch up his buzz cut. Dylan had guessed at the pattern early in their relationship, and had it confirmed shortly after they moved in together a little over two years ago. Dylan thought Shane was handsome no matter what, freshly-cut or overgrown, but he was determined that tonight was the night he was going to make a change to Shane’s routine. He had even taken off his shirt in preparation.

The moment he heard the clippers snap off, Dylan took a deep breath in and cracked open the bathroom door. He had never know how to ask for what he wanted. Dylan’s deep, smooth voice emerged from the bathroom, asking, “Sup, babe?"

Releasing his breath, Dylan pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the bathroom. He kissed Shane briefly on the lips and, more meekly than he would have liked, said, “I was hoping you could help me with something."

Shane looked his nervous boyfriend in the eyes and responded, “Yeah, sure. What do you need?" Steeling his resolve, Dylan unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing his half-hard cock. “Oh. S**t, okay. Just let me…" but before Shane could finish his sentence, Dylan kissed him again, leaning in close to push off the shorter man’s shorts and boxers, exposing an equally impressive, equally firm member.

“Not yet," Dylan muttered into the kiss as he reached for the clippers in Shane’s hand. With a clumsy flick of his thumb, he knocked off the attachment before getting to his knees. “It’s my turn," he stated as sternly as he knew how before getting to his knees amid Shane’s hair-clippings and putting his lips around Shane’s cock.

It took Shane a few seconds to process what had happened in the past few seconds, especially with Dylan’s practiced mouth pleasuring him. Clarity came to Shane as Dylan clenched his ample ass with both hands. “You want me to cut your hair? A buzz cut would be really short compared to what you’ve got now," Shane said earnestly, running his free hand through the dense milk-chocolate waves caressing Dylan’s forehead. In response, Dylan grabbed the hand that was holding the clippers and moved it to his hairline. “Let me get an attachment at least…" Shane started to say before Dylan tightened his grip on Shane’s hand.

Any trace of hesitation or nerves had left Dylan. Pulling off of Shane’s cock, he simply growled, “Do it," before beginning to suck again.

With one of Dylan’s hands on each of his ass cheeks and his mouth greedily sucking his cock, Shane recalled the one other time Dylan had been this eager. It had been about something a bit more conventional, admittedly, but he knew that the favor Dylan was asking for was something he desperately needed. So, without another word, Shane turned the clippers back on and brought them to Dylan’s hairline. It was hard to tell from this angle, but he was pretty sure Dylan had just gotten harder. Not needing another prompt, Shane pushed the whirring blades into Dylan’s dense mane.

Anyone who knew Dylan could tell you that he had amazing hair, and that he loved it greatly. Maintained at about five inches all over, with a gentle wave and natural softness, it was the envy of many. Hell, even Shane, who had never in his life had more than two inches of hair, was envious briefly (before he remembered how much he hated how his hair felt in the days leading up to his buzz every month). And now, due to some circumstance Shane didn’t fully understand, he was buzzing those silky, sexy strands to the shortest stubble his machine could manage. The only things he DID understand were that Dylan needed this from him, and that he was getting head like never before.

Dylan unleashed a powerful moan as he felt the clippers make their first intrusion upon his previously-beloved hair. He had been much younger when he first dreamed of this scenario. Having all his hair buzzed off while sucking his barber’s cock. It was a fantasy that had remained with him for more years than he could remember. As the divested locks passed in front of his face and landed around him on the floor, Dylan felt his dick getting harder and harder. Maybe it was because of how long he had been dreaming of this day, but if he could have formed words, he might have said this was the horniest he’d ever been. Instead, he just moaned deeply and tried to keep his head as still as possible while Shane continued to buzz him. Shane’s free hand reached down and, grabbing the thick locks still intact at the back of Dylan’s head, pressed his kneeling boyfriend’s face further onto his cock and held it there as he continued to buzz his crown. Dylan used the opportunity to try something new with his tongue, which made Shane involuntarily thrust and nearly drop the clippers.

Somehow, this gave Shane a burst of enthusiasm for his task. A man possessed, he began to move the clippers more rapidly through Dylan’s hair. Soon his top and sides were mere stubble, leaving only a strange skullet on Dylan’s head. Not one to leave a job half-done, Shane moved the hand that was grabbing the remnants of Dylan’s mane and placed the clippers at his boyfriend’s neck. He felt Dylan’s cock twitch against his leg.

Dylan nearly came as the clippers made their first bite at his nape. He kept himself under control for the moment, violently thrusting at his hips instead. This only made Shane move the clippers upward faster. As the clippers pulled away from his scalp, Dylan felt two intense new sensations at once: a lock of his own severed hair falling onto his stubbly scalp, and Shane’s hand rubbing it off. These were too much for Dylan, and he came. Rivers of thick cum shot onto Shane’s ankles, discarded hair, and the floor. Shane took this as a signal to finish, and he ended the buzz as quickly as he could, with Dylan servicing his cock all the while. As soon as Dylan heard the clippers snap off, he began to move his head more and incorporated his hands into his ministrations. Pent up from the long, somewhat strange blow job, Shane lasted less than a minute more before coming. Dylan expertly swallowed it all and licked Shane’s head clean before leaning back to look his boyfriend in the face, beaming.

“Definitely now what I thought I’d do today," Shane chuckled, rubbing Dylan’s head. Dylan moaned into the gesture before standing up and kissing Shane, who only briefly winced at his own taste.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that," Dylan moaned as he made out with his boyfriend. He could already feel himself getting hard again. Shane leaned down to kiss at Dylan’s clavicle, which had always been particularly sensitive. Dylan moaned again and rubbed his own head.

Shane laughed and pulled back. “Normally I clean up the mess in here after haircut day but uh…this is mostly your mess today. I’ll be out here when you’re all set."

“Damn," Dylan laughed as he opened the medicine cabinet and glanced over at the cream and razor he’d used on his face that morning. “I had hoped you’d be up for round two."

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