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You've reached Timothy Stoker, leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you.

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[ Kiryu nods to that, since yes, of course, he doesn't want to be rude, before he'll follow Tim into the room. He'll wait dutifully for instruction; he's the manager of the spa and Kiryu does his best to respect people doing their job. ]

Thank you for taking the time for me.

Not a problem at all, mate. [And he gives Kiryu a quick wink, before he turns away pointedly so Kiryu has some privacy, as he moves to a low cabinet topped with a variety of oils, ointments and a few stacks of towels in its drawers.] How would you prefer it done? We can do it dry through a towel, or we can pick an oil you like the smell of and make it a proper one. Most of these are coconut or jojoba oils, so I doubt you'll have any allergy problems.

No allergies.

[ His clothes? Are gone. He's got a pair of black boxer briefs on that leave... well, not much to the imagination. But other than that, it's just warm tan muscle and the great big dragon tattoo on his back. The briefs are actually short enough to show that the dragon's tail dips down just a little onto his thigh at the back. ]

And the oil sounds good. Whatever you like the smell of best.

I'm quite partial to lilac, personally. [And he'll pick up one of the bottles to bring back to the table.] Lie down on your stomach and we'll get started on your back.

That sounds good.

[ He heads for the table and lays down, eyes closing automatically as he folds his arms and lays his head on his hands. He shifts his shoulders a little to make sure he's laid out flat. ]

[Tim rounds the table, squeezing some of the oil into his hands before he sets it down and starts gently smoothing it across Kiryu's shoulders, down his blades and spine and back up his ribs in slow, warm circles. The oil is pleasantly warm from the ambient temperature and Tim's own hands, which have growing callouses as he starts digging thumbs and fingers into Kiryus back in languid motions. Just warming him up to start.]

[ Kiryu's muscles are pretty well full of knots, tension bunched in most of them, but they soften significantly at just... touch. Warmth. Human hands and slow, easy circles. He lets out a soft sigh, his face relaxing from it's usual scowl. He looks younger like that, and he breathes in a little quicker when the digging starts but it's still a good sound. His muscles might clench for a moment but he makes them relax. ]

[He's not going to win any awards for deep tissue massage, but he can still coast his hands along, gently strumming down the knots along Kiryu's back and working with a patient persistence to try and, if not remove them, then at least get them a little more under control. The occasional pause to remove his hands and apply more oil, so the honey-like smell gets a fraction stronger, is silent and brief from him.

It's a slow process, but that's rather the point. He wants Kiryu to enjoy it; it wasn't subtle how much the man responded to the initial touch, and he doesn't have to wonder how much he must get on the regular to relax so immediately. Plus, it's something of an honour to know he trusts Tim enough to let him.]

Mind if I borrow your arms? [His voice is quiet, an almost humble request.]

[ His voice is low and syrupy and practically a purr. It's obvious that he's very very relaxed and enjoying the whole experience. The dragon on his back is shining with the oil, almost looking silver in the low light. ]

Of course. Tell me what you need, Stoker-san.

[Tim pauses, because that voice is doing things for him and he needs a moment to breathe through it.]

Just need you to straighten your arms so I can start on those.

Of course, Stoker-san.

[ And he'll lift his head up to straighten his arm out, leaving it for Tim to move around as he likes. ]

[You stop that Kiryu.

Massaging his arms is still easy and relaxing, and he's doing his best, but it's also bringing into sharp focus how very attractive Kiryu is. What can he say, Tim's a shoulders man.]

Anywhere you'd like me to focus on? [As his hands glide back up and around Kiryu's shoulder, rubbing through tension around the joint.] Selfish as you want.

Your hands feel good everywhere.

[ Utterly unselfconscious. He’s just enjoying himself and he means it.

After a moment or two, he thinks and adds- ]

My shoulders could probably use it the most. After that, my hips and lower back.

[That gets a faint huff of laughter out of Tim, as he shifts his hands gently to work out a knot.]

Ahh, lower backs. Truly the bane of the human body. [His voice is a warm hum.] I'll see what I can't do.

You've already done... a lot.

[ The pause was as he was working on the knot. But he relaxes once Tim is done there. ]

You have good, strong hands.

Well, I have you to thank a little for that, actually.

[He lowers Kiryu's arm, trailing one hand across his back as he moved to start working on the other.]

Your training advice has been helpful, for getting more aware of how my body works. How to make the best use of things like my build, where to notice things in me on other people.

[ There's a soft inhale at the trail across his back before he lets it out much more slowly. ]

Good. Most people don't realize the strength they have. Physically and otherwise.

I'm glad I can help you.

And I'm glad I can repay it. At least a little.

[Which he's sure Kiryu will fight him on, at least somewhat, that what he did wasn't a service that needed repaying, but he's working a solid knot in his right shoulder that hopefully stalls that train of thought out a little.]

You deserve acknowledgement for the help you do, even if it's just something as simple as a nice massage.

I can accept that.

[ Nope, Kiryu's good. Kiryu's quite happy right now, both to accept the acknowledgement and to have hands on him working out those knots. Especially that one. The sound he makes when Tim works through it is- well, it's a little obscene. And Kiryu needs to breathe a few times before he can speak again. ]

You're better than you think.

[Tim tries very hard not to let that sound commit itself to his memory, and fails utterly.

So he just gives a quiet laugh, instead, trying to ignore the heat in his face as he keeps working. Kiryu's muscles are nice, and easy to work with - as knotted and tense as they are, they're also defined enough that it's easy to find where the worst offenders are, and he thinks he's done a pretty good of those fantastic shoulders by the time he starts training his hands down Kiryu's spine to start working on his lower back next.]

[ Kiryu's breathing out slow and steady, keeping his pulse settled so as not to be rude. But it does feel very good. ]

Would you mind doing this occasionally?

Be more than happy to.

[He shouldn't be so thrilled at the prospect of getting more shirtless Kiryu under his hands, because he is trying to be professional.]

Just give me a heads-up when you'd like the attention and I'll make sure I've got space blocked out.

Once a month?

[ He's trying not to be rude or take up too much of Tim's time. But shit, he feels so much better already. There's a soft huff of breath before he sighs out- ]

I don't suppose you like karaoke?

Once a month sounds good. And I'm happy to do more often if you'd like them. Don't exactly have a very busy schedule most days.

[He lifts a leg so he can kneel on the table, putting more weight onto Kiryu's lower back, dragging the heels of his palms over his hips.]

Love it, actually. Haven't done it in a few years, though.

[ That does earn him another low, satisfied sound. ]

You should join me. In the casino. A couple of beers. Karaoke. It would be fun.

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