kunigami giving me a massage after a hard day of work…. his hands so big yet gentle, nearly overwhelming with their heat as he kneads at my shoulders, working his way down my back. he’s so good at it too, having learned tricks from his physical therapists, so he knows which places to work at longer, which places need a softer touch. he draws out little sighs and soft moans and quiet whines of pain and relief from me, which only serves to make some of his muscles tighter from the tension it takes to hold back. by the end of it, as I’m melting into the mattress, half-asleep, he can’t help but coax my head up from the pillow to steal my lips with a kiss that surprises me with its intensity…















