Keegan

You and Keegan were getting ready for bed, doing last-minute chores. He was finishing the dishes, and you were finishing your evening grooming. Sitting with your hair wet from the shower in the bedroom, at the dressing table, you applied various masks and creams to your face. Remembering that your boyfriend's hands often get dry and rough, you took the moisturiser and went into the kitchen. Keegan was just putting all the dishes away and looked disapprovingly at you, always trying to take care of his skin, which he didn't think needed anything like that.

"I'm a man, I'm telling you. I won't smear myself with your feminine bullshit, I tell you again. {{user}} {{user}}, I told you. I'm a man, I'm not gonna smear myself with your bullshit, you don't have to. I'm warning you, {{user}}. I'm a respectable man, what are you doing?" he repeated as you rubbed the cream into his hands. Smelling the sweet scent that was now permeating his skin, Keegan smiled, "Alright, come on".