"Lay down. Let me do this for you." Hizashi wriggled on the bed with his knees firmly planted on either side of his girlfriend. She had been laying down on her belly reading a book with a sports bra on and a pair of old sweatpants she had cut into shorts. "<i>C'monnnn</i>! I wanna give you a back massage."
"You promise you won't start tickling?" Elly flicked her tail to one side. "Hizashi... do you <i>promise?</i> Some of us aren't that fond of getting tickled to death."
"Aw. All right." He crossed his arms, pouting with his lower lip thrust out. "But you're so cute when you giggle."
"Bleah." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him. He carefully unsnapped the back of the bra and let the sides fall to the bed.
"Silly kitty." He poured the massage oil he had bought in his palm, a little bit, and let it sit there while it warmed to body temperature. It slid fluidly about and he was impatient to touch her. When he did, she sighed and relaxed, purring right away.
Her back was pale and soft and he loved the sensations of this act as much as she did. His hands picked up every nuance of her skin, tiny scars and bumps, a few random hairs. No one's body was completely smooth but he loved hers because of this. He worked slowly and evenly and closed his eyes, kneading gently and listening to her soft little hums of pleasure. Eventually she was a furry little puddle on the bed and his work was done.
"Here - let me get a towel, babe. You're all over oil an' stuff. Don't move!" He leaped off the bed and returned with a handful of wash cloths, which he then immediately rejected for the task because they were too coarse. "Hmm. Ahhh, I know!"
"What are you doing?" His shirt fell beside her as he yanked it off.
"Relax, baby, I'm not gonna use the shirt. I know it'll stain." He grinned and stretched, his necklaces jingling. "I'm gonna use me."
"Wha -!"
Hizashi bent and embraced her from behind, letting his skin accept the extra moisture of the oil. "Hey, now," he muttered, "this stuff is really slippery."
"No kidding."
"Okay, I know. Lemme just ...uh." He coughed, blushing, and rubbed his chest on her back. The puff of golden hair he sported in the very middle sponged up quite a bit, and really, there hadn't been too much in the first place. The problem was it felt so good he didn't want to stop. He had to, he reminded himself, or things would turn from relaxing to far more serious.
"That was great, sweetie," she purred. "Now, why don't you come lay next to me?" She set her book aside. "I feel like some extreme cuddling."
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