Legcuffs | JoshuaxMC (Patreon)

My eyes flutter closed as the brush slides down the back of my head, with a warm, gentle hand following its path, smoothing down my hair.

“Will you hold your head still?” Josh huffs behind me in bed, putting down the brush on the side table. “It’s not going to look good unless you let work here.”

I smile, opening my eyes when his legs wrap around me, holding me down while he starts brushing my hair with his fingers. “I’m sure it’s going to look great. Besides, I can always fix it if it turns out that bad.”

“You won’t have to,” his voice drifts off for a moment. He seems completely focused on his twisting of my hair. The hair strand he’d been working on falls down on my face, and my head recoils in reflex, only for Josh to push it right back into place. “I told you not to move! You need to sit still for this, or it’s going to look like crap when I’m done.”

“I don’t like sitting still!” I whine, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout that, sadly, will have no effect, because Josh can’t see my face now.

The smile on his voice is clear when he replies, though, and his tone lighthearted. “I know.”

“If you’ll just let me, I’ll be done with it in a second and we’ll be able to get to work earlier.” It's a stretch, but I know all too well how much Joshua likes getting in the office before everyone else -- which he hadn’t had the chance to do lately, now that I’ve been spending almost every night at his place. I know it’s my fault, but still.

It’s not as if he complained, far from it actually.

He’s the one who suggested I stayed over more often, and not once did he seem to regret it. Not even that day when I rolled over him in bed and refused to let him go.

Okay, that’s not a good point. The only reason he caved is because it was a Sunday, yet I was far too sleepy to notice it. Maybe next time...

Still, I would be able to get my hair done in a second. I’ve been doing it on a daily basis for my whole life now. And this is Joshua’s first time doing it for me.

Last week I asked him to do my hair as a joke, which he immediately refused because he had no idea where to even start. And today he all but handcuffed me to the bed in order to get me to let him do my hair.

My eyes fall to his legs wrapped around me, the sight bringing a soft chuckle out of me.

I guess he did have to legcuff me.

“Just trust me,” he says in a pleading tone, and I’m helpless at that.

With a sigh, I close my eyes again. The feeling of his fingers grazing my scalp as he works my hair is soothing. It makes my heartbeat calmer, my breath slower. Usually, I hate sitting still, but I think I’m willing to make an exception for the ‘sitting down while Josh plays with my hair’ scenario.

Sooner than I expected, he makes a grunt of approval, his hands resting on my shoulders with a reassuring weight. “There, I’m done,” he says, with pride clear in his voice. He turns my shoulders to the side, towards the mirror next to his bed. “How do you like it?”

“Wha…” my voice dies in my throat when I take in my reflection. “How the heck did you make it so… smooth?”

I move my hands up, tentatively touching the perfect hair on my head.

It’s uncanny how perfect it looks, almost as if he’d simply put a lace wig on me. Except this is my real hair, neatly brushed down and set in place with criminal precision. I look ready for a freaking photoshoot.

This is ridiculous. His first attempt at doing my hair and it looks better than when I do it?

Is my boyfriend even human?

“I watched a lot of videos,” he smirks at me through the mirror, raising a cocky eyebrow as he watches my reaction to his handiwork. “I take it from your reaction that you like it.”

“It looks better than when I do it,” I mumble, running my hand over my hair one last time before turning to look straight at him with a serious look on my face. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Joshua turns to me with raised eyebrows, a smug smile on his lips. “That I’m better at this than you?”

“Yes, which means...” I let my voice drift off, placing my arms over his shoulders as my lips stretch in a smirk. “That you’re going to have to do my hair every day now.”

He barks out a laugh, shaking his head softly. “I’m serious!”

“Fine, but it’s going to cost you,” he shrugs, the corner of his lips twitching as he struggles to keep a straight face.

“How much?”

I decide to call his bluff, which seems to have been the right choice when Joshua moves his hands to my waist, tugging me closer to his chest, as his lips melt into a small, soft smile.

“Maybe a kiss?” A chuckle escapes me, but I Iean in, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Maybe two.” I lean in again, with another kiss. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me down with him as he lays on the bed. “Maybe a few more.”

“You need to name a price,” I laugh, between kisses.

“Just keep kissing me, I’ll let you know when to stop.”

“We’re gonna be late for work.” My voice is muffled against his lips, the words breathed out between yet another wave of kisses, each taking longer than the last one to end.

“I’m sure your boss won’t mind,” he says. My laughter is silenced by Josh covering my mouth with his, the kiss deepening by the second.

Heat starts pooling up in my core, and our tangled legs lock me in place -- a place that I have no problem staying trapped at. His fingers gently run over the exposed skin on my lower back, and my own hands are already tangled on his hair.

“You’re going to ruin my hair,” I say as he moves a hand up, gently brushing back some loose hair strands on my cheek.

Joshua laughs softly, pulling back to look at me with narrowed eyes. “Your hair seems to be doing fine from what I can see. And besides,” he pokes me on the forehead. “It’ll be good practice for my new job.”

It’s my turn to pull back when he leans in for another kiss, earning a glare from him. “Does that mean I’ve given you enough kisses?”

His lips curl up in a wide smile as he tugs me closer, until our noses are touching. His eyes burn against mine, the deep brown in them warm and gentle, with feelings so intense in them it’s hard to not look away.

“That’s never going to happen.”

I smile when he kisses me next, my arms tightening around him. I never thought I’d say this, but I truly hope he never grows tired of receiving my kisses, because I have no plans to stop giving them.

Ever.