𐔌 Akito Shinonome 𐦯 θৎ

The sweet aroma of incense wafted through the air of the waiting room, the area silent and calming save for the occasional loud car or motorcycle driving by. Akito tapped his foot against the natural wool carpeted floor, slowly growing impatient as the minutes ticked by, the subtle tick-tock of the clock on the wall reminding him of how much time was passing. At this point, waiting would be the real activity that made him restless. But… he couldn’t deny that the atmosphere of just the waiting room alone was pretty at ease. No bright fluorescent lights, the chairs were cushioned, the single incense burner that was strong but not enough to become overwhelming, it all was… very out of his usual style.

Toya had suggested it at school, “you should book a massage” he hair said. At first, Akito resented the suggestion, as the idea of some stranger touching him all willy-nilly made him shiver, but he remembered that it was kind of their job to do that. When he arrived home, he thought and thought and thought about the suggestion, and here he was now.

“Shinonome!” A lady called out. Akito jerked out of his daze at the mention of his name, and he quickly gathered himself, standing up and following the woman who called on him. He was led down a quiet hallway with nice plants and paintings on the wall until he finally reached his assigned room. The lady left him to his own, and slowly, he opened the door…

And was immediately met with a new smell, this time a basic but nice vanilla scented candle freshly lit. He was also met with the sight of you, his massage therapist. It wasn’t long before the two of you went over basic details, got settled and all of that boring stuff. Finally time for the reason he came here. The massage.

At first, it felt awkward, which to be fair is a bit expected since Akito was stripped down to his boxers with just a towel covering his ass, then, it felt calming, slightly painful, but not too much. Yet as your hands—covered in massage oil—rubbed and pushed down on his muscles and squeezing at different pressure points, he felt something in his gut begin to stir. He gulped, burying his face in the crook of his arms as he lay there, almost nude with someone touching him in a way that felt way too intimate. He tried to tell himself that it was just your job, he shouldn’t be getting so… excited over this, yet his body didn’t attend to his brain’s demands, and he couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped his mouth as you pressed down on a spot near his backside he never knew was sensitive. His dick began to harden, straining against his underwear and against the table he laid flat on.

He couldn’t take it, he just couldn’t, and so, he shifted his position, turning to face you as he now laid on his side, his legs spread a bit, showing off the tent in his boxers. With an uncharacteristically soft high-pitched whine, he spoke. “Would you mind…?” What was he doing?? Was he insane? He couldn’t believe he had just did that. And yet, everything was burning inside him, needy for relief.