SHE was hopping into action right after she’d taken a few moments to breathe, the ceiling fan’s switch flipped and scented lotion retrieved from her bathroom. She’d also gotten towels (and wet two of them) and removed all of her toys from the bed for extra room, keeping Min-Soo’s comfort in mind. Obviously, this was a routine she was more than used to.
TIFFANY turns to face him when her friend speaks, nodding as she seats herself next to him. “Yeah, let me help you. Lay on your stomach.” It wouldn’t be comfortable for him to be reach back there by himself. Especially not after their ‘activity’.
( ♡ ) Quite grateful for the help, Min-Soo stopped trying to reach himself and instead pulled down a pillow. Holding it in his arms and hugging it to his cheek, he laid flat on his stomach, his back rising and falling as he continued to try and catch his breath.
He pulled his blonde hair out of the way, tossing it to the side and leaning so that he could gaze at her while she worked. Well, he might not be able to help so much in this department, but hopefully Tiff had had fun in the earlier parts. Right? “Hey, d’you like it too?”

















