My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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"Well, you broke the fall, but my back kinda hurts.." He said softly. "But don't worry about it.." He glanced at the clock on the wall behind him. "..I better get going now. School, you know.."
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Wynter glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes. "Five minutes.. Roll over. Onto your stomach." He sat back a little and waited for his boyfriend to do as he said.
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Randson gave a little sigh, but did as he was told, rolling over onto his stomach. He rested his chin in his hands, squirming slightly when he felt his tight yellow skinny jeans stretching.
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Wynter grabbed a pillow from the couch and told Randson to rest his head on that, and to relax. He settled himself atop the boy's upper thighs, supporting himself with his stretched feet. "Comfy, love?"
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Randson took the pillow gratefully, placing it under his head. He layed his head down, closing his eyes and nodding. "Mhm.."
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Wynter nodded a little and slowly reached up to rub his boyfriend's shoulders. He was actually pretty good at back massages; his strong hands made for a good relaxer, and his love for his boyfriend made him more gentle. "I know this isn't gonna make up for what I've done to you, but I truly am sorry.."
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Randson sighed, burying his head into the pillow. "Stop saying thattt." He whined. "I know you didn't mean it and I'm fine. I promise.." He arched his back slightly out of habit, then relaxing.
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Wynter stopped when Randson arched his back. "I'm...not hurting you again, am I? And stop saying what?"
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Randson wrinkled his nose into the pillow. "No, of course you're not. Stop saying sorry, you silly goose." He said with a small giggle.
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Wynter smiled ever so slightly and continued massaging the younger's back. "Okay... 'Quack'."
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Randson giggled, pressing his face into the pillow as his amazing boyfrieng massaged his back. Even he had to admit the older was great with his hands.
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Wynter chuckled a little and continued the massage, pressing his hands up and down and side to side of the small back. He grabbed the boy's waist and worked his palms into the lower back muscles. Wynter constantly watched for any signs of pain from the boy.
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Randson opened his eyes and turned his head to face the wall beside him, but they only stayed half open. The massage made him sleepy, but managed to make him let out an unwanted groan of enjoyment.
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Wynter grinned and felt almost pleased with himself. He continued rubbing, hoping to push out more beautiful sounds.
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Against his own will, another noise came from his throat in a matter of seconds. Randson bit down on his tongue, glancing up at the clock for a moment.
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