Your boyfriend was a master of massage and of course you couldn't help but manipulate him, forcing him to scratch and knead his back every day. You and Marcus were lying in your bed, scrolling through the Instagram feed, occasionally going into some toy. The mulatto, in turn, was already snoring almost quietly, putting his arm around your shoulders. Suddenly, you looked up from the phone, looked at your Boyfriend's hands and suddenly felt a strong desire. You shook him by the shoulder, to which he only muttered something displeased into your forearm. “Marcus, it's urgent. Scratch my back, please.”