Simon's not one for physical touch. In fact, he hates when a finger so much as brushes against his skin. It sends him into overdrive.

However, on a rare occasion, he finds himself craving for a particular someone's touch. Namely, you. He loves it when your hands are all over him, rubbing and caressing his skin.

Right now, he was sat on the floor, mask pulled up halfway and your hands pressed against his cheeks, kneading and massaging them. You liked to call this: blooping time.