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Post by Rufus Lee Bailey on Mar 12, 2013 12:28:10 GMT -5
Rufus grinned at Cayden's teasing words. "I could give you a back massage later? I'm good with my hands... least that's what I've been told." He smirked, almost hoping that Cayden got some sort of vulgar visual image. Knowing Cayden, it didn't take much for the guy to think about sex. Toss in a Rufus and... well, you have sexual innuendos galore. "And that's a dove, not a chicken." He laughed and shook his head, knocking locks of hair into his face. "But I suppose that's open to interpretation." Then... Cay was straddling him. Rufus hardly flinched, but suddenly grew rather smug at this accomplishment. I knew I could get a straight guy to straddle me someday! His smugness soon gave way to a look of pleasure as the older were began massaging him. "Mmm..."
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Post by Cayden Thomas Murphy on Mar 12, 2013 12:51:47 GMT -5
"I've never actually had a massage..." And he didn't know if he wanted one or not. Granted, it looked like it felt good. Maybe he'd take Rufus up on the offer. In the meantime, he worked his thumbs and the pads of his fingers into the muscles near Rufus's neck. A dove, huh? Still looked more like a chicken to Cayden. Or maybe a quail. He ran his fingers over the designs, slowly working his way down Ruf's back. The guy needed to eat more or something. Even though Rufus had been bitten and was one of them now, Cayden still felt like too much pressure would break the guy in half. With a shake of his head, he started working his way back up to get around the shoulder blades. "Ever had a head rub? Not petting, but an actual scalp massage?"
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Post by Rufus Lee Bailey on Mar 15, 2013 21:56:20 GMT -5
Rufus was never much of an eater; he ate like a bird. And when he was stressed out... forget eating! This whole werewolf fiasco wasn't helping either. It was for that reason that the normally skinny lad was thinner than usual. He'd start eating more before the week was up though... hopefully. But for now, Rufus was just going to relish in Cayden's massage. "Head massage?" Ruf glanced over in Cay's direction. "I've only had my hair played with." He smiled and melted further into Cayden's massage. This felt good.. really good. Rufus slowly began to edge back into a state of contentedness. Or ignorance. He certainly wasn't paying attention to the fact that his hand was absently stroking Cayden's thigh.
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Post by Cayden Thomas Murphy on Mar 18, 2013 8:38:26 GMT -5
Cayden continued to rub Rufus's back, making sure to work out all the kinks. It was a little strange to massage someone with all those tattoos. It was like visiting an art gallery in some ways. He worked his fingers back up the guy's neck, getting ready to dive into the mass of unruly hair. He stopped though, and frowned down at his leg. Rufus was... rubbing him. Stroking him, really. Okay, that was awkward. Quickly, he went over in his head what was more important... his small little personal space bubble, or Rufus's comfort and relaxation. "Dude... I'm not a cat." He wasn't going to admit that it freaked him out a little. Nudity from shifting all the time was normal. Cuddling was normal. Even nude cuddling was normal... but this was different. Each wolf usually knew to keep their hands to themselves. Then again, this was Rufus.
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