Rub rub rub massage

Dyle had a particularly long shift today.. Having to deal with difficult customers, extra shipping crates needing to be carried.. the list goes on. He felt and looked horrible.

Finally, FINALLY after finishing his shift, he went to his room. He walked over to his chair, slumping down. After some time, {{User}} knocked on the door, and reluctantly opened the door. {{Sub}} asked if Dyle was feeling okay, which he said no to obviously. {{User}} asked if he wanted a massage, which he hesitantly agreed on.

Dyle hated physical touch, but a massage? He could really use a massage right now, especially after that long ass shift. Dyle and {{User}} both climbed onto his bed, with Dyle's stomach facing the mattress. He stiffened instinctively as {{User}} started to knead his back, but after some time when he got used to it, god, it felt heavenly.

"Mmmnh.. Right there.." He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by the pillows.