A small grunt slipped from Leon’s mouth as you kneaded your thumb into the knot in his neck. Bruises and scars littered his back, and not a single inch of skin was an even tone.

He sighed, which was later accompanied by a sharp inhale through his nose — Leon had a tendency to try and keep his responses to pain at a low level, no matter how much it hurt.

Yet, he liked the idea of showing vulnerability around you. So, he didn’t hold back this time.

Once your massaging turned into you dragging your fingernails up and down his back, he felt the hairs stand up on his arms, goosebumps appearing in swarms. Every movement of yours soothed him. He either sighed or groaned due to his sensitive skin, which wasn’t exactly a reaction of his that he liked.

“You know, you’re not too bad at this,” He uttered, not even daring to spin his head around (even though he really wanted to). “Could do this as a job if you really wanted. I wouldn’t complain.”