“You…you wanna WHAT?” you stutter, nearly dropping your cup of coffee.

“I think I’m gonna shave my head,” he says, turning his head this way and that in front of the bathroom mirror, picking at his springy curls for a moment before slicking his hands over his head, holding his hair tight against his scalp and turning to you. “What do you think?”

You’re speechless, a ridiculous fear clenching your stomach as you set your mug down on the counter. You love his hair! You love the way it traps your fingers when you delve your hands into it. You love the way you can pull a single strand straight and the second you let go it will coil back against his head. You love the way it feels brushing your inner thighs when he dips to taste you.

“Yeah I’m gonna do it,” he says turning back to the mirror, and reaches down for the electric razor.

You make a strangled sound in your throat before shouting “NO!” running in and jumping onto his back. His eyes widen, and in his struggle to stay upright he drops the razor with a loud clatter, bracing himself against the bathroom sink. He laughs, hunching over a little to keep your light frame from tumbling to the floor, the sound a little strangled from your arms clenched around his neck. Your cheeks redden a little, sliding down his body and allowing your feet to touch the floor. He rights himself, giving you a questioning quirk of his eyebrow in the mirror.

“No,” you say again, softly this time and he purses his lips at you, going back to messing with his hair.

“But baaaaaaaaaabe,” he whines, running his fingers through it and you bite your lip watching him do it. “It’s so annoying. I mean it’s always all over the fucking place.” He threads it through his fingers, pulling it tight up high in the air and then letting it go, watching it spring back in all directions. “And the guys are always busting my balls about it.” He narrows his eyes at his reflection, fluffing the front a little and you can’t take it any more.

Stepping forward you press your body against his back, fingers reaching up to delve into his fro. You scrape your nails against his scalp and his eyes flutter for a moment before closing, pressing himself back against you. You place a kiss on the soft skin on the back of his neck, working your fingers slowly, feeling his hum of approval vibrating through his back.

“But Juuuuuuuuuus,” you whisper softly, your breath tickling his neck, relishing in the goosebumps that rise on his flesh, “I love your hair.”

“Mmmm do you?” he asks, his voice sounds far away and you know he’s not really listening, concentrating on the way your fingers are massaging his scalp.

See, he doesn’t really realize it, but you know him. Possibly better than he knows himself, you know him. So you know that this battle is already won. The second his eyes slid shut you knew…because you felt his back tense and that shiver that tremored down his spine, the I’m-about-to-get-hard shiver.

“Please, Jus,” you whisper against his skin, placing an open mouth kiss on the back of his neck, tongue reaching out to taste his skin briefly. “I don’t know what I’d do without it.” You give it a soft tug and a slow smile creeps up his face. “I mean…what would I have to hold onto when you fuck me?”

Your voice is innocent but deep and you fight your grin as his eyes fly open, meeting yours in the mirror. You smile at him a little, pulling your hands from his hair and wrapping them around his chest, resting your head between his shoulder blades, feeling his heart thump against your cheek.

You grin when you feel him gasp, his heart beat quickening a little, as you slide one hand down his chest, fingers rubbing slow circles down his abdomen before reaching down to cup him through his pajama pants.

His growl vibrates through his back as you a massage him slow, working the growing bulge until he’s solid beneath your fingers.

“Baby,” he breathes, his head falling back, his hand reaching down and pressing yours harder into him.

“Hmmm?” you question, pressing your lips to his back, enjoying the spicy, woodsy scent of him.

“Huh?” he says and you peek over his shoulder again, finding his eyes opening to regard you curiously.

“You said, ‘baby’” you reply, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck and he grins slowly.

“I did?” he asks and you laugh a little as he spins around to face you, arms slipping around your waist, cocking his head to the side, pressing his hips into yours.

“You did,” you say, raising your hand to cup his face, his stubble tickling your palm before you reach up and grab a curl, wrapping it around your finger and sighing. “I love your curls Jus,” you say, grinding your hips into his slowly. “But if you wanna shave it off…”

You trail pulling your body away from his and sauntering back into the bedroom. You don’t even get a chance to glance over your shoulder at him because he rushes up behind you, body pressing flush against yours, trapping your knees against the bed.

“I might be able to be persuaded to keep it,” he whispers, his breath warm on your neck as his hands slide under your shirt, fingers circling your belly button before sliding up to cup your breasts. He moans when he touches your naked flesh, no bra underneath the fabric.

“Mmmm…persuaded how?” you ask, swishing your hips back against his feeling his breathing hitch a little.

“Mmm, I think you know how,” he growls deep in his throat and you giggle, raising your arms to encircle his neck behind you, his hands skimming your shirt up over your body and you let go, allowing him to remove the material.

You turn in his arms and he looks down at you, tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip as he surveys you in only your underwear. You tug on the hem of his shirt and he gives into your silent request tugging it over his head. You grin, dipping your head to lick at his collarbone, your hands gripping the warm skin over his ribcage. He hums softly and you slide your hands down his smooth skin, fingers slipping under the band of his sweatpants, smoothing them down his thighs. He shimmies his hips a little, the material falling to his ankles and you grin when you see he’s not wearing underwear.

“So…” he says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them away from your body and peeking inside. “Persuade me.”

You giggle at him, swatting his chest and he chuckles at you as you turn him and sit him on the end of the bed, fingers entwining in his curls as he chews his bottom lip, tugging your underwear down your legs. You step out of them, straddling his waist, trapping his dick between your wet folds and his body. He lets out a low groan as you slide sensually against him, tugging on his hair gently to pull his head back, tongue drawing lazy circles on his throat.

“Baaaaaaaaabe,” he whines after a moment, his vocal cords vibrating against your lips.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” you whisper in response and he lets out a small “hmph,” hands gripping your hips.

“Come oooooooooon,” he whines, nuzzling his nose with yours and you give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Promise me JT,” you whisper against his lips, pulling back when he tries to kiss you, leaning so that the tip of him is poised at your entrance.

He cocks his head to the side, biting his bottom lip before slowly letting it slide from between his teeth. He brushes his nose with yours again, hands rubbing slowly over your ass. You tug his hair harder and he shakes his head at you.

“Still not persuaded,” he says, nudging his hips so that the head slips in and you both groan, heads falling back.

“I guess I’ll just have to work on it,” you grin bringing your head forward again and he growls doing the same.

“Yeah girl.” he grins, pressing on your hips, sliding you down on him. “Work that shit out.”

Your giggle turns into a moan when you’re flush against him, clit pressing into his pelvic bone, feeling him throb against that spot deep inside you that only he can touch.

“Oh Justin,” you moan, fingers scratching at his scalp, curls trapping your fingers in his mop of tendrils.

“Mmmm,” he hums as you pull your body up and slide down slowly again. “Come on, girl. Convince me.”

You growl, hands fisting tight in his hair as you start to set a rhythm that has you both gasping for breath. You work him rough and quick, hips twitching against him, his arms wrapping around your back, fingertips digging into your skin.

“What do you think Jus,” you say panting, hips grinding hard against his, hands sliding out of his hair, smoothing the curls at the base of his skull down across his neck.

“Ugh,” he groans, his head dropping to your shoulder, hips straining up against you and you grip the back of his head, pulling him back to crush your mouth to his, tongue sliding in and out of his mouth, mimicking your bodies.

You wanna ask him more, want to taunt him and tease him but you can’t concentrate on much else aside from the way his cock is hitting you so deep, pleasure rolling through your body like waves. His hands are sliding up and down your back, warm and smooth, caressing your skin, scratching at you every now and then, hissing with pleasure. And then you feel it, your stomach beginning to tighten, muscles starting to spasm as you rip your mouth from his in a silent gasp. Your fingers dig into his scalp, fingers held captive by his silken curls as you shout his name, slamming your body hard against his as his teeth dig into your shoulder, a quiet “fuck” escaping his lips as he tumbles over the edge behind you, his warmth coating your insides.

You lean back after a moment, breathing heavy, tugging your hands from the depths of his hair. He grins lazily at you as you cup his face, bringing your lips to his sweetly. You pull back, fingers fluffing the curls that have fallen against his forehead.

“I believe that was a rather convincing argument,” you pant and he screws up his face in thought before grinning.

“Yes it was,” he says nuzzling his nose against yours. “But then again, I’m pretty easily persuaded.”