oops sorry my hand slipped for that last ask teehee pls ignore!!
ahem hello friend congrats on your 1200 followers, i cannot wait to see your blog grow even more and reach 12000 followers for your next milestone ✨
for my request that we didn’t already talk about privately may i ask for the coveted corbeau yaoi (lee!corbeau ler!paxton) that everyone has been yearning for? for my idea, maybe you can write about corbeau’s time at hotel z. maybe corbeau is an especially demanding guest which the hotel is not equipped to handle because the hotel doesn’t have official staff and is being run by young adults and a 3000 year old man and corbeau is specifically requesting paxton fulfill his requests which is annoying but better not piss off the mafia boss that you’re still indebted to. anyway, one of corbeau’s requests is a special spa treatment so paxton has to use poke-gpt bc he doesn’t know what tf he’s doing and runs out to get random supplies and im sure you know where this is going (tickly massage) and just read the rest of our dms okok now get to work 🔫 (pls and thank you, congrats again friend ✨)
hi friend
im giving you this second chance to redeem yourself just because you praised me. im not so sure who this "everyone" is as this is the first time im reading about paxton and corbeau, but they look good enough i suppose! i tried to think of something that we didnt come up with beforehand ofc, so i hope this suffices. there is no refund if it doesnt, im sorry
"T-this way, please!" Paxton gestured, bowing slightly as Corbeau passed him by. He could hear a soft scoff coming from the other man and felt a shiver running down his spine, cursing his friend for that irresponsible debt.
He was tired. For the whole day, Paxton did nothing but run errands and take orders from Corbeau. From "teaching lessons" to troublesome pokemon to serving Corbeau at the hotel, all because of that huge loan. To make things worse, Corbeau wasn't exactly someone easy to please. His demands weren't exactly unreasonable, but were surely too high for Hotel Z and Paxton's standards.
He closed the door behind him, checking on his phones for the search results again. 'How to do a massage', 'full-body massage tutorial in 2 minutes', 'relaxation methods that look expensive but are really easy to do'. Paxton scrolled through them again, trying to digest all the content in a blink of an eye.
"Is something wrong, Paxton?" Corbeau called, already sat in the totally-not-improvised spa bed, and Paxton nearly dropped the device, startled. "You look tense," Corbeau smirked.
"O-of course not!" He lied and quickly scurried closer to Corbeau, ushering him to lay down on his stomach. "It was— ahm, Taunie, yes. She sent me a message, but it's nothing important. You, as our guest, come first!"
Corbeau arched an eyebrow, but didn't resist the gentle pushing. With a little preparation, this whole thing was almost starting to look like the real deal. Paxton lit up two sticks of incense and watched as Corbeau placed his glasses on top of the neatly folded robe next to the bed. The man then laid back down, his arms crossed beneath his head, giving Paxton a full view of all the tattoos painted over his back.
Paxton sighed and inhaled deeply, trying to relax a bit himself. This spa-thing had to work or they would have some serious problems with the syndicate. He just needed to be good enough to convince Corbeau. Right, just convince Corbeau.
"I-I'm starting, ok? Let me know if it hurts or if you feel any discomfort—"
"Don't worry about it," Corbeau hummed, throwing Paxton a glance over his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes with a glint of playfulness, as if amused by the current attempt of impress him. "I'm sure I can take it."
"Right…" Paxton nodded, placing his thumbs between Corbeau shoulders, rubbing small circles before sliding his hands down. His fingers gently dug into the back of Corbeau's ribs, trying to mimic the motion he saw earlier on the videos.
Paxton watched as the muscles seemed to tense and react under his touch, but not exactly in the way he expected them to. He pressed a little harder, his hands drifting closer to Corbeau's sides, and—
"Ah!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Paxton gasped, freezing on spot as Corbeau nearly jumped off the table, "d-did it hurt? I—"
"Y-yohou— agh, it tihihickles!" Corbeau groaned and Paxton blinked, confused. He looked down at his hands, then finally up to Corbeau's face. He was… smiling? And, wait, was that a blush?!
"I-it tickles?" Paxton repeated, coughing, "I-I mean, it's… supposed to!"
"W-why? I thohought— aHAh, P-Pahahaxton!"
"This is, ahem, part of our services! I-if it tickles, it means it's working," he insisted, pushing Corbeau back down onto the bed and stopping him from getting up. Paxton's fingers continued the 'massage', digging into Corbeau's sides and making the man writhe with renewed laughter. "T-trust me, you'll feel like new when we are done!" 'Or, at least, too tired to request something else', Paxton added inside his head
