As Erik massaged Robert he listened out for the subtle cues when certain muscles were stimulated and eased. He slowly bent down and gently kissed the Brit's shoulder blade whilst then replacing his lips with his hand. It was very brief and he doubted if Robert even knew it happened. Oh, how he craved to just grind his half-hard crotch up against the man's ass but he knew that would be inappropriate right now.

"How does it feel?"

The Swede nuzzled into the back of Robert's hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo before getting back to the massage, pushing his palms along the spine and then down his flanks. The oil gliding along in smooth strokes, almost like he was using paint over a canvas. Drawing or painting this man? That would be another fantasy come true one day.