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[prettywoman]

[It's true, Eggsy likes Merlin when he gets a little bristly, when his chin is rough against Eggsy's skin, when the rasp of his stubble brings a dull red flush up along his neck and down his chest, but he knows full-well that Merlin has a wildly different opinion about his beard growth. So he's decided to shave him, to show off the skill he decided randomly to cultivate, the skill he'd spent the past three days shadowing barbers all around London to learn.

Hey, if he wasn't assigned a mission and Merlin wasn't around to convince to have sex with him, what else was he going to do?

He huffs a little sulkily and rolls his eyes, whipping out the razor he'd bought from one of the barbers he'd spent nearly nine hours with on the first day and flipping it back and forth across his knuckles in a show of dexterity that is supposed to translate to skill.]

Shut up and do as you're told. [He softens that remark with a kiss dropped to the top of Merlin's head before he meets his eyes in the mirror.] I swear on my mum I won't cut your throat.

[He sets the razor down and picks up the towel again, shaking it out pointedly.] Now lean your head back, the towel's getting cold.

[hornrimming]

[ Merlin's eyebrows shoot up at Eggsy's response, a silent acknowledgement that he's impressed. There is something undeniably sexy about the competence with which Eggsy handles the blade, coupled with his young boyfriend's promise on his mum to not kill him with a swift ease. (Well, one doesn't become a spy in their day and age without getting some sort of thrill out of that sort of thing.) He resigns himself with a nod to lean back and relax, leaning his head back as he's told.

Never let it be said that Merlin can't follow orders, even with his eyes remaining momentarily fixed on Eggsy. ]

Alright, have at then.

[prettywoman]

[Now that he's been given permission, Eggsy picks up the hot towel and wrings it out one last time to make sure he won't drip too-hot water down Merlin's neck, before carefully draping it. One fold at the neck, another over the upper lip, and the ends folded up and over to meet above the eyes. He fixes the bottom fold so it covers the jut of Merlin's chin, and then gently presses the towel into his skin before stepping away to get started making the lather.

Merlin's shaving kit is luxe without being ridiculously fancy or opulent. The thick badger hair brush makes a lovely, thick lather in no time, and so Eggsy is left waiting around for a moment, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for the hot towel to soften his stubble so that when Eggsy sets to lathering him up, he won't dull the blade too quickly on his beard.]

You know... [He slowly peels the towel off Merlin's face, smirking at him and leaning down to kiss the top of his head again.] I kinda like this new agreeable side of you.

[He flings the towel into the sink before picking up the brush again, swirling it firmly against Merlin's cheeks and chin to work the soap in against his skin. When he finishes, he grins at Merlin and snaps the razor open.] Anything you wanna say? Better get it out now before I start working...

[hornrimming]

[ Admittedly, Merlin doesn't have very many outlets for relaxation. He doesn't take long baths, he doesn't take vacations, and he doesn't meditate. He drinks tea, he distracts himself with personal projects, he goes to the gym or goes for a walk. Relaxation in Merlin terms isn't particularly relaxing at all, and is hell on his muscles. Harry used to insist that he get a massage at least once a year, but now that Harry's gone that year has come and went. A hot towel shave, though, is a short and efficient enough luxury that he does try and get one once a month. It's a short break with a sharp edge, and having Eggsy doing it instead of his barber in the comfort of his own home is an added bonus.

Frankly, he fucking needs it after the last few days, and he's never been as relaxed with the lingering threat of an open blade to his neck as he intends to be now.

(Even if Eggsy does nick him, there isn't much chance of that lingering awareness of his own mortality under the hands of someone he genuinely trusts. )

He hums in acknowledgement when the towel is removed from his face, and he shifts his head back slightly against the cushion, tilting his chin further up. If the motion is to chase after Eggsy's lips, it's minuscule at best. ]

I've no idea what you're on about, I've never been disagreeable in my life.

[ He's shut up then, by Eggsy's lathering, and his deadpan is only accompanied by a chuckle of a glance. He doesn't say another thing, only shakes his head gently in response to Eggsy's question. ]