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“You…ah…you never told me you could do th…ngh… this.”
Calgara barely managed to suppress a moan as another jolt of pleasure ran through his whole body.
“I mean,” Noland puffed above him, not slowing down and sounding rather amused, “you never really asked.”
“Okay, fair…”
The redhead felt himself slowly merging with the sheets he was currently sprawled across, like sea water seeping into sand. His closed eyelids fluttered at a new angle that made his guts tingle.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. After all that time he had finally asked Noland for this, and with his precious scientist only too happy to comply, Calgara got more than he ever bargained for. It might’ve hurt quite a bit at the beginning but now the feeling was absolutely divine.
Noland’s soft chuckle brought him back to Earth.
“You good there?”
“Mnhhn…”
Calgara merely hummed into a pillow, not even bothering to talk. Words were the relics of the past now. He was too blissed out to hold a decent conversation. Or any conversation, for that matter.
Before he knew it, Noland’s fingers were pressing down on something and Calgara’s eyes flew open.
“Ah, yes , right there!”
“Like this?” the admiral asked innocently and rubbed the same spot again, firmer this time, making Calgara’s back arch.
Oh Gods…
The warrior couldn’t help a low groan that made its way out of his throat at the feeling. Goosebumps ran down his spine, the hairs on his arms and legs standing on end, wings fluttering lightly with each twitch. The perfect balance of pain and pleasure was driving him crazy in the best way possible.
Without a warning, Noland applied more pressure, confident and deliberate, leaving his companion gasping for air. If Calgara didn’t know any better, he’d call him merciless.
It took too much of the Shandian’s willpower to contain all the indecent noises threatening to spill out, as he basically melted under Noland’s skilful hands.
“Damn, your shoulders are really tense,” the botanist panted, fingers digging into a particularly stiff muscle above Calgara’s shoulder blade, “I can’t believe you’ve waited for so long to tell me. It’ll take forever to work all these knots out.”
The redhead almost purred at the prospect. An eternal session of Noland’s heavenly massage sounded perfect.
“I have all the time in the world.”
When Calgara had come to his friend with a sore shoulder, he hadn’t been expecting the treatment to be such an utter bliss. Those warm hands, roaming across his back, prodding, kneading, tracing curves of strained muscle, drawing the tension out slowly and methodically.
Moving lower, Noland worked around the wings, circling the sensitive area but not going there. The feathery appendages twitched in anticipation every time those gentle fingers wandered too close, only to be cruelly left untouched.
“Could…could you do the wings too?” Calgara finally croaked out, unable to endure this torture any longer, “Please?”
“Oh,” the hands on his back suddenly paused and the warrior almost whined in protest, “I’m actually not sure. I’ve never… I mean, I know my way around regular human parts, but the wings are kind of an unknown territory for me.”
“You’re an explorer. Isn’t this the exact thing you do?” Calgara was quick to challenge, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
The redhead gave a little flap of his wings as a tease and soon enough the other’s warm fingers returned to their godly work.
Ever so gingerly, Noland ruffled the tiny feathers at the base, slowly making his way up and squeezing the meaty part of the wings between his fingertips.
The rarely used muscles ached pleasantly under the magical touch, sending shock waves through Calgara’s body. He would’ve never guessed it could feel this good.
Before he knew it, the warrior stopped filtering what was coming out of his mouth, be it soft whimpers and moans or pleas for more. He praised Noland’s every move, leaning into the touch and arching his back like a delighted cat. His dear friend deserved to know just how grateful Calgara was.
Noland was switching from the impatiently flailing wings to remaining knots in his back muscles, not letting the Shandian get used to the sensations. Calgara could only sit back and enjoy their so-called session, quivering rather disgracefully and trying not to drool over the pillow too much.
Apparently satisfied with his work, Noland shifted to rub slow circles into the back of Calgara’s neck. He slowly made his way upwards, massaging the other’s scalp, combing his fingers through the thick hair.
If Calgara really was a cat, he’d purr so loudly the earth would shake.
His back and shoulders had already begun to burn pleasantly, relaxed at last. He’d definitely have to find a way to pay Noland back for such a favor.
As those confident fingers drew firm circles over his temples and the base of his skull, Calgara found himself receiving mixed signals from his lower regions.
“Noland.”
“Yes?”
“If you keep this up, I’ll either fall asleep or get hard,” he admitted without an ounce of shame, “And then we’ll have a whole other problem.”
Calgara tried not to show his disappointment when the other’s hands slipped out of his hair. He was the one to interrupt them after all, reluctant as he may have been to do so.
Suddenly, Noland was speaking right into his ear, smile evident in his voice.
“You can always ask me to help you out.”
A shiver ran down Calgara’s spine and he grinned devilishly.
“Don’t mind if I do~”