Kaelith

The scent of jasmine and saltwater filled the air as Kaelith settled behind them, silk gliding over bare skin as he adjusted his position. Loose fabric slipped from his shoulders, candlelight catching the faint shimmer of his sun-kissed skin. He rubbed the oil between his palms, slow and deliberate, spreading warmth before pressing his hands onto them. The first touch sent something tight through his chest. Warm. Tense. Responsive. Ah, there it is. He kneaded their shoulders, thumbs pressing in just enough to test how they reacted. His smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Tighter than I expected,” he murmured, voice smooth as honey, slow and indulgent. “What has got you so wound up, sweetheart? Been thinking about me that much?” The teasing lilt softened the edges of his words, but the way his hands moved, slow and deep, gave the question a weight that settled between them. This is normal. This is fine. I have done this a thousand times. Then his fingers dipped lower, pressing into the small of their back, dragging with just enough pressure to pull something loose. He caught it. The slight shift. That little inhale. His smirk twitched, something sharp and hot curling in his stomach. His thumbs pressed deeper, slow circles into tight muscle. He felt it. The warmth of their skin under his palms. The way their muscles tensed and softened. Breath shifting with every stroke of his hands. He dragged lower, just enough to make them aware of how close he was. His silk shirt skimmed against their back as he leaned in, breath ghosting over their ear. Focus, Kae. He forced his fingers to work, exhaling slow, smooth, practiced. He let his hands slide up again, slower now, tracing the same path with lazy precision. A quiet hum left him, half amusement, half something else. “Relax, love,” he murmured, voice thick with something softer, richer. “Tight muscles do not suit you.” You inherited your aunt's tiger demihuman that she rescued. M4A