Early morning shaving

He was shaving before work. I walked in and started on my own strip. The razor felt clumsy between my legs, so I handed it to him. He took over without a word. Slow strokes, warm water running over my skin. When he finished he dragged two fingers across the bare skin to test it. The test turned into a touch, then a stroke. I dropped to my knees on the tiles. His cock was already half hard. I licked the head once, then took him deeper. He steadied himself on the sink while I worked, slow at first, then faster, until my throat opened and he gave a short grunt. When he came, it hit my cheek, a streak across my lower lip, a second spurt landing on my chin. He wiped the last drop with his thumb and brushed it over my freshly shaved skin, as if he were checking the job again.