Tarkinâs lips, on the other hand, twitch up at the corners into a light smile.
He doesnât think much of Techâs refusal to eat the skenayo he offered, mostly because they have other things to do now. A flutter dances about his abdomen then, prompting him to finally glance away from Techâs face and set the skenayo back down. He isnât flustered, just silently in awe of how happy this young man makes him feel. Even if they donât always share the same enthusiasm for their arrangement.
âWell, would you like a massage?â He continues, sitting up behind the younger man. âYou always seem so tense, my dear. I can help with that before we relax. In fact, I have something just for this!â
There isnât much time for Tech to answer before Tarkin is up and moving with a rush of enthusiasm. He strides across the room, towards the nightstand positioned on the right side of the bed. Upon reaching it, he crouches down and opens the bottom drawer, pulling out a white and floral patterned box. With a smile, he sets it down on the bedâs silk covers and motions Tech over.
âI was gifted this a while ago, but have yet to try it,â he hums, opening the box. Its contents are fairly innocent compared to the other things stored in his nightstands. Had it been his own purchase, that wouldnât be so. Inside are a weirdly flat back massager and a vial of oil, which Tarkin recalls has a nice smell. He lifts the massager out by its small handle, so Tech can have an unobstructed view of it, and raises an eyebrow. âIt wouldnât hurt to let me use it on you. A nice massage for the most dearest.â
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