[As the special treatment goes on longer, Billy can't help but quiet down and move subconsciously with the massage, leaning bit by bit until he is on his stomach, face buried against the couch cushion, half-drifting. He mumbles something vaguely approving, fingernails scratching idly against the fabric, toes curling and stretching both because it feels wonderful and because he knows he needs movement to get the blood flowing properly again.
Mostly he's just enjoying the heck out of himself and wondering how he wound up so damn spoiled today.]
[July 11th | Action]
Mostly he's just enjoying the heck out of himself and wondering how he wound up so damn spoiled today.]