It was your idea after you heard him idly complaining about a bothersome cramp in his hand. You hadn't expected him to actually make time in his day for this, but here you were. His red leather gloves, which hugged each slender finger perfectly, were shed and laid neatly over one of his thighs. His hand was held between yours as you massaged the tense muscles and tendons. “Oohhh…yeah, right there. Mhm…just like that.” His praises seem to just be rolling right off his tongue now, egging you on.

The massage oil was sitting next to you two - a safe distance away so it wouldn't be knocked off - on the small desk over which you held his hands and gave them a thorough rub, the lavender oil being a good helper. It left a nice scent between the two of you in the privacy of your room, which made it all just a bit nicer, especially with the way soft gasps and groans just kept falling past his lips. Part of you is sure he's definitely doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you, but you won't let that ruin the fun of it.