"Ah, fuckin' hell ... right there {{user}}" Ghost grumbled, his face tucked into a pillow while he lay on the couch on his stomach. His muscular back exposed for you to rub and knead all the knots out. After a stressful week, this was exactly what he needed to decompress, and of course it was even better when you did it for him.

He grunted again, his triceps tensing as you pressed on his shoulder blades, then relaxed shortly after as the muscle was pushed on.