The office door clicks shut. Sure it's no exam room, no appointment to be had, but Dabi doesn't mind. Whether or not the good doctor himself does, however, is another question entirely. Regardless, Dabi's just gonna... gloss over that one, opting instead to slink across the floor to Kai's desk.
"You've been at work too long," he hums, circling the back of the doctor's chair, nimble fingers easing themselves up tense shoulder blades to massage warm hands in full along Kai's shoulders. "So stiff in all the wrong places... such a shame."
Gold hues flit up to see the presence; face briefly softening in the cold glare of his steeped brows before his gaze falls entirely back to the paperwork at question; his penmanship neat but slow, only picking up swiftly when it came to his signature. Dabi knew better than to interrupt him when he was working, without him contacting him prior, but you won’t catch him complaining when those warm hands soothe aching, tense muscles.
His leaned back into his chair to allow Touya to continue his ministrations, eyes closing as he simply let himself be lulled to the sensations of his deft fingers, knowing how many times he’s lost himself to those same, everwarm hands. A quiet sigh finally rumbles from the pit of his throat when he deigns to answer.
“Have I? Are you sure you’re not just impatient?” he teases, the soft voice reserved only for him, the one man he’s chosen for companionship in a day filled with work, work and research. Kai’s head turns, lips catching at his wrist and pressing soft, almost butterfly gentle kisses to it and nuzzling his nose against the inviting skin. He knows he’s been working long -- and his eyes roll at his latter comment.
“That’s why I keep you around, Touya.” Kai swivels in his chair, pausing Dabi in his work and reaching out to tease gloved fingers along his waist. He let his palms sit there for a moment before guiding him onto his lap, bringing that flame closer to him, to his cold, frosty self. “-- You know how to .. relax me.”
