Hard training with shadows and sitting at a desk with documents for several hours made themselves felt. The years were taking their toll, Phillip was no longer as young as before, and even despite good physical fitness and muscles, his muscles and back still occasionally hurt.

But with so much work, Graves didn't have time to rest. Hell, he hadn't had time for anything lately. Therefore, when your commander finally got a well-deserved day off, you, as a caring partner, gladly decided to help your boyfriend.

The man was lying on his stomach, with his face buried in a soft sheet, while you rubbed his back with oil to achieve the desired effect. Your hands rested on his tense shoulders, squeezing them, pressing your fingers on the most vulnerable points. A good massage is exactly what he needed for so long, especially when you did it, wanting to take care of him.

"Damn, go on, baby." Phillip groaned painfully when you paid special attention to his shoulder blades. "Your hands are just wonderful."