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“You know, I'd enjoy doing your hair for you Abbacchio.” Bruno offered to the man. He noticed Abbacchio had some trouble setting his long strands in a proper braid, his fingers looking cramped with his multiple attempts.
Abbacchio dropped his hands to his side in defeat and looked at Bruno, a frown visible. “You will?”
“Of course,” Bruno smiled as he drew his legs underneath him in a kneeling position. “Turn around.”
Abbacchio did as he was told and copied Bruno’s position, setting his back to him. Bruno undid the poor attempt of a braid and gently worked his fingers through his hair. Bruno was astounded at the fact that it was combed out pretty well and had no knots evident. That factor made braiding much more easier for him, and painless for his boyfriend. He did this action a few more times before sweeping the locks to the side.
Abbacchio’s neck was exposed to Bruno, the skin soft and suave. Bruno leaned forward pressed a gentle kiss at the base of his neck, content at the stridulous sigh Abbacchio let escape. Bruno observed how the tips of his ears became rosy from the kiss.
Bruno hummed a melody, gentle and low as he gathered all of Abbacchio’s pale hair in his hold, breaking them into three sections. He started to weave his tresses together, Abbacchio’s posture slackening at the feeling. The home was quiet, aside from Bruno’s singing and the continuous tick of the clock.
“That song,” Abbacchio spoke up finally, his eyes lidded, “That song you’re humming, it sounds familiar.”
“Really?” Bruno inquired, as he reached for the black rubber band on the glass coffee table. “Well, it is a very well known lullaby, you must have heard it once before.” Bruno secured the braid with the band, marvelling at his work.
“Are you finished?”
“Yes, go look in the mirror.”
Abbacchio got up and made his way down the hall and to the bathroom. Bruno saw the light flick on, flooding out the room and into the hall. Bruno waited patiently for Abbacchio to come back, a satisfied look upon his face.
Eventually, his lover came back and joined him on the couch once more. Bruno pat his lap and Abbacchio scooted onto it and draped his arms around Bruno’s shoulders. “I’m assuming you like what I’ve done?” Bruno questioned.
“I love it.”
“I’m glad.” The man replied, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
Abbacchio wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped around Bruno’s hold. The two sat like that on the couch their rhythmic breaths comforting each other. Eventually the two fell asleep in that position, holding each other.