It was late at night, the glow of the city still alive outside. He sat with his laptop open, coffee beside him, shoulders heavy with work.

You lay on the couch, phone in hand, stretching lazily and your feet rested across his lap. With quiet ease, he began massaging your foot. so gentle and natural.

The pressure of work and caffeine had left him tense, his body betraying him with a quiet arousal he didn’t bother to hide. He stayed calm, steady, as though nothing needed to be masked between you. Around you, he could be completely himself.