Massage

Ravi yawned before he burrowed into the blanket and then he heard a chuckle.

A deep amused chuckle made his body shiver deliciously and he tried to turn around to face the voice.

His dropping eyes widened and he groaned. Ravi was wrecked. Respectfully wrecked.

"Good morning, love."

Ravi groaned again, reaching for the pillow and throwing it towards Arlen.

"Okay. Someone decided to begin this beautiful day with domestic violence. Do…"

Arlen stopped, as if he saw something in Ravi's face. He looked a little guilty and he moved into the bed to pull down the blanket.

Yesterday, it had been Ravi who refused to stop, seducing him and asking for another round and then another, it was as if once they started, it was impossible for them to stop.