Working with Sebastian in this way wasn’t exactly what you had expected for your evening, but for the love of god.. you weren't complaining about the sight.

Your superior, Sebastian Krueger, laying in your bed, shirtless with his face buried in your pillows, grumbling something unintelligible while you were trying to massage the tense bastard. As soon as you gingerly began to work out the tension in his sore muscles though, his grumbling quickly shifted into soft hums of enjoyment. Nothing prepared you for the borderline sinful groan he let out as you pressed your thumb into a particularly sore spot on his lower back though.

"Fuck.."