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Jihoon: stress relief

It's been another hard day, you can tell by the immediate sigh Jihoon breathes out when he closes the front door.

It's always a hard day for him. Its this, or it's that, but it's always fucking something because no one can get through their day without him. He loves that about himself. He likes to be needed, likes to feel important, loves to be told that something couldn't have been done without him but, you know, sometimes he needs to lean on people too.

Coming home for him, the deep sighs he lets out it more from relief than stress. Being in this space with you is a place where he knows he can lean, cling, or simply just exist without being pulled in every direction. It's just you and him, and he doesn't think he will ever grow tired of the way you greet him with the same gentle back rub.

"Was it a rough day at work or did you go too hard at the gym?" You ask, rubbing a particularly stressed spot on his shoulder as he leans in to you.

"Both," he sighs, backing away from your massage and making his way to the bedroom.

You, as always, follow after him will the full intention of at least working out that stress knot across his shoulders.

"You should give it a rest sometimes." You nearly scold him for him, but the way he lets his head fall at the sensation of your fingers poking into a painful spot is far too good, and thinking up an argument is far too hard.

His silence is telling as he releases his lack of energy through little sighs and flexes of his back as he tries to work through the pain of your massage forcing his muscles to tense.

"It's been a while since you were this tense--" You trail off, moving your hands just a few inches to the right and finding another stress knot. "Just try and relax this weekend, ill work all of these out and we can go to sleep?"

He hums out a pleasant agreement to your words, allowing himself to feel you work hard to keep him in the right headspace after days like this. He really does love you and the way you take care of him in every aspect of the relationship.

And he stays like this for what feels like at least an hour (it's only like ten minutes lol). Letting you massage the bad work week out of him, caressing the intense gym workouts away from his muscles and leaving him feeling as though he's jelly.

His little sounds are expected, but he is letting them out far more than usual. You assume, at first, it's just because he really needed this but, that doesn't stop you from the usual teasing each time he does.

"Pain or pleasure moan?" You chuckle, squeezing particularly hard at the spot you just worked out.

He smiles, knowing for a fact that it's both because it's a fucking massage, but also, whipping out his cock right now would ruin the zen in the room so he keeps it to himself at first.

You continue, this time kissing the back of his neck before moving your hands to his lower back. He almost shifts away from the touch, the stress point being much heavier than the ones on his shoulders.

"You've gotta let me work it out," You comment, wrapping one arm around him and holding his chest back so it's slightly harder for him to shift away from the pain of it.

He lets out a much louder sound, and this one genuinely is from the pain but it doesn't exactly change the fact that his length is growing painfully hard at the sheer release of it all. The comfort turns him on, the way you hold him in place for his own good turns him on even more. Still, he keeps that to himself as you continue to try and soothe him through the pain with gentle lips against his shoulders.

"You should let me do this more often though, it wouldn't be so bad if you'd let me." You comment, then immediately continue. "Then again, you're more vocal and we both know how much I love hearing your little sounds."

God, yeah. He knows it. He knows the way you react during sex when he makes his sounds. He knows you love when he talks to you, praises you, moans with you and for you.

"Are you getting turned on?" Jihoon tries to avert the attention from his very obvious arousal. Sure, you're just teasing him and his moans, but at this point having you touching him is far more pleasurable.

"Speak for yourself." You laugh, pushing one last time against the, now, softened stress spot on his lower back. "There, done."

He immediately rolls over, hugging against you and absolutely not avoiding the fact that his cock japs straight against your thigh. At first, he thinks you don't notice, but you definitely do.

"Ah," You smile, pressing one hand against the small of his back to make his hips press his cock against you harder, and the other scratches at the back of his neck. "Just relax." You whisper this time, moving your leg against his length and working him up.

All of those little moans from before are non-existent right now. He's silent as he holds his breath, feeling a different type of stress relief.

"You're so cute sometimes, Jihoon, really." You compliment, brushing a strand of his hair from his face. "Let me take care of you."

It doesn't take long to do just that, your boyfriend found himself ready to burst within minutes of your leg massaging against him. His cock leaking pathetically and releasing far too quickly for his own liking. But he could truly feel your love erase all of that weight within him. You always know how to take care of him.

You don't laugh at the mess in his jeans, or his stuttered moans through his orgasm. The weak grip on you as he worked himself through it, ultimately pressing himself so tightly against your thigh that you could feel it seep through his pants and onto you.

Arguably, everything Jihoon does is sexy to you, but this. This was truly something else. Such a strong, intelligent, and well liked man, releasing all over himself and you?

It was simple, and it was easy. Messy as hell but neither of you felt the need to do any more, and he appreciated it.

He appreciates even more the way you run a shower, climbing into it with him and cleaning up the mess you created for him. Your hands are more gentle than they are when you massage him, but the same sounds manage to be pulled from him.