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“You have… so much hair.”
He giggled as Kabu was stroking his long hair and trying his hardest not to get lost in the seemingly endless sea of black and white strands. He keeped his focus no matter how many times the hair just ran away from him, but it was more than obvious that on the inside, he was getting quite annoyed. Only a bit, though.
“Of course I do, I thought it was quite obvious.” Piers looked back at the man handling his hair, really trying not to laugh at the situation. Not at Kabu, of course, he tried his best and he adored him for it. It was just very funny witnessing someone who had no idea how to handle his hair… well, figuring it out.
“Yes, absolutely, but still, I did not expect it to be so… thick. One of your strands probably has more single hairs than I ever did, even when I was younger.”
This time, Piers wasn’t able to hold his laughter. It filled the room quickly, making Kabu smile sweetly at him, still brushing his hair with great care and patience.
“Why are you laughing? You know I’m right.” Kabu also laughed a little, kissing Piers’ head and strands of his hair. “I was never genetically blessed with hair, so I had to take care of it, but you’re on a different level. Different needs, at least, I’m sure.”
Older man’s touch was a gentle one, stroking his hairs as if they were made of glass. The amount of love in one single press of his fingertips was incredible, making Piers feel all mushy inside. He prided himself in keeping his composure all the time, even around his own sister. And yet, the flaming passion of Motostoke’s Gym Leader was enough to absolutely melt all of this away, making him behave like a lovestruck teenager. It was embarrassing at first, he was absolutely in denial about any sorts of feelings for him - but after some time (and no-so-gentle persuasion from his pals and sister) he finally accepted his current situation.
And he kept falling in love with Kabu all over again every single day. All the little things he did, little things he said, the quirks of his behavior not visible to anyone else but him… It was too much, it was making his guts into a soft mush. He almost felt bad for the butterflies that got to live in his stomach.
“You’re not balding, old man.” Piers almost pouted a bit, but he was still trying to hold his laughter. “Nor were you ever balding. My genetics are just deeply fucked.”
“Marnie has much less hair than you. I did not have any issues with it when she asked me to do her hair.”
“So it was you.” Piers looked at him, trying to appear angry. It was absolutely not convincing. “Fuck you, you did it better than me.”
“Oh, did I now? Marnie’s alright doing her own hair, how long has it been since you did it, dear?”
“... Fuck you. Again.”
“Maybe later, darling, I have a hairstyle to finish.”
“What’s the point if you’re about to ruin it anyway?”
“Am I about to?”
“Are you?”
A short period of silence stood between them, broken only by the soft sounds of hair brush and breathing. Kabu finally decided to put it down and he hugged Piers from behind, kissing his hair, softly and slowly.
“I can re-do it after.” He whispered into his ear, making him shiver. He stroked his hair once again. This time, however, he did it a bit rougher. “I got the hang of it. Your hair, I mean.”
“Just admit you like it.”
“I admit, I do. Brushing it, stroking it…” Still speaking softly, he gripped Piers’ hair strongly and pulled it a bit, making him moan. “Pulling it, dear.”
“Do it, then. Fuck, please, do it.”
And yet, he did not lose a single hair from his scalp.
Strong fuckers.