Two stinky pigs buzz their heads by Snagg

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The clippers buzzed to life in Mateo's hand, and the sound filled their small bathroom. It was time for their monthly induction cut. Julian sat shirtless on the stool, grinning as the clippers were placed on his neck and the first hairs fell on his shoulder.
"You know," Julian said, tilting his head forward, "it was a really good idea of you to start having no guard buzz cuts. When you don't shower very often like we do and you have long hair, your hair sticks uncomfortably to your head after a few days."
"How many days have you not showered?"
"Four, I guess."
Mateo chuckled and leaned closer, letting his chest hair brush Julian's back. "Four? Try a week. You stink like our dog's asshole."

Julian lifted an arm slowly, exposing the dark hair under his pit. "Go on. Come closer."
Mateo switched off the clippers, bending down and bringing his face towards Julian's armpit until his nose touched the armpit hair. He inhaled deeply. The scent was sharp, salty, earthy. His voice dropped. "Babe, I love it when you're ripe like this."
Julian laughed. "Fragrance of the day: stinkier than the stinkiest stinky cheese."
"I love stinky cheese, especially when it's served with rough stubble," Mateo said, running his palm over Julian's half-shaven scalp. "You and me, always a little sweaty, always smelling like… us."

Mateo turned the clippers back on and began shaving the sides of Julian's skull. More hair fell on Julian's upper body and onto the floor. "I'd actually like it if we shaved our hair weekly. But on the other hand, if we do it monthly, the hair grows back more and the difference between before and after is more noticeable," Mateo said.
"You're right," Julian replied. "I wouldn't mind having my hair as short as possible all the time. But when the hair is longer, shaving my head conveys a greater sense of humiliation to me."
Mateo changed his position and now shaved the top of Julian's head.
"When I shave your head, I like the dominance I feel, and when you shave my head, I enjoy the feeling of being humiliated and punished."

Finally, Mateo finished shaving Julian's head. He used a hand brush to remove the hair that had landed on Julian's body. Then Julian stood up and pointed to the chair. "Sit down. Your turn."
Mateo sat down on the chair warmed by Julian. As Julian began to shave Mateo down, the closeness of his body and the faint musk rising from his armpits made the air feel heavy.
"You've got that sweet-and-sour thing going," Julian teased, moving the clippers in slow, careful strokes. "Like summer heat trapped in a shirt."
Mateo smirked, eyes closed, enjoying the vibration of the clippers and the rhythm of Julian's voice. "Say it louder. You know I love when you talk about it."
Julian leaned down so his lips brushed Mateo's ear. "You stink, baby. And I love every bit of it."
"Yeah."
"And you're about to be sheared like a sheep. Like a stinky sheep."

"Speaking of stinky animals," Mateo said, "I'll never regret moving to the countryside. Here, where it smells like cows everywhere, no one is surprised by two guys who haven't showered."
Julian nodded. "I'm glad I'm now permanently working from home and no longer have to endure my colleagues' perfumes and aftershaves."

When the clippers clicked off, they looked side by side in the mirror — two men with identical buzzed scalps, the air thick with their mingled musk. Other men would jump in the shower immediately after shaving their heads. But Mateo and Julian? No way! They put their sweaty T-shirts back on and went into the garden. Julian mowed the lawn, Mateo chopped wood.

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