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"First time for... this," Marcus admitted, gesturing vaguely at the massage table. "Work’s been a lot. I just need to unknot."

Leo lived for the quiet hum of his studio, a sanctuary of soft lighting and the scent of sandalwood. As a professional massage therapist, he’d seen it all, but there was something different about Marcus from the moment he walked in. Marcus was tall, with broad shoulders that looked like they were carrying the weight of the world, and a shy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "First time?" Leo asked, his voice low and grounding. gay ass massaging

He moved his thumbs along the sacrum, applying pressure that seemed to unlock a dam of built-up exhaustion. Marcus’s body felt heavy and warm under Leo’s hands, the previous rigidity replaced by a fluid, relaxed state. "First time for