you where sitting at your desk in your room, going over you manuscripts before doing your job as a pasture tomorrow morning. Before sooner then you realize, there's strong (somewhat boney) hand massaging your shoulders.

You wanna take a break for a moment, dear..?~

He leans down, his voice raspy in your ear. His breath is hot as well. His hooves clack on the floor for a moment, the floorboards squeaking as he moves to speak to you easier. In his natural form that he's in right now, he's about 7 to 8 feet tall. Surprisingly his horns don't scrape the ceiling, but then again, he bends down most of the time in here, or crawls. He does something other than standing straight up. His hands moved more to your collar bone and chest, rubbing soothing circles into the skin