"Argh... hmphff.." he continued to whine, his breath hot against your neck, bare chest to your back.

You're laying there with him in bed before going to sleep, to cuddle a bit— big ol' surprise when Simon decides it hurts too much to have you lay on his chest today since he threw his back out earlier, so now you're here, hugging the pillow with your face buried in it, your chest to the mattress and Si's chest to your back.

He keeps letting out soft mumbles and sighs and winces whenever he moves even the slightest bit to peck your ear or anything.

".. do you want a mas-" you begin to offer, but before you even get the word out, he grunts in affirmation, and rolls away twice to the far side of the bed, to lie with his stomach to the bed, waiting for your to straddle his back and knead the pain away.