NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

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*B fumbles through his things and grabs the strawberry-scented lubricant. After turning it over a few times in his grasp he hops downstairs to L*

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[downstairs, L is lying facedown on the bed, shirt off, arms folded beneath his head.]

[he waits anxiously. this is sooo not what it looks like.]

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*B squirts some of the lube onto his hands and hesitates...After a moment he slowly reaches out and touches L's back. When he's sure he's not going to get kicked he pressed in and starts kneading at the tension*

I used to do this with A...

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[flinches slightly with a soft hiss at that first contact, then eases into it. it's amazing how knotted up one gets sitting like he does.]

At the House.

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*B slooowly leans forward and kisses L between the shoulder blades before sharply sitting back again and massaging him*

Yes. He was always very tense...Like you.

*presses his thumbs against the curve of L's spine*

Is it really worth it? Sitting like that?