He was standing at the sink, washing up.
I swear I didn’t touch a dish the entire time he was here. Lovely.
I watched him for a moment or two. He was wearing longish shorts and a t-shirt, his body moving slightly as he scrubbed.
I stepped in behind him, pressing gently against his back. My face resting against his shoulder blade. His height always a kind of quiet thrill for me.
I slipped a hand under his t-shirt. I could almost feel his smile as I touched him. I felt the small movements of his body against me, perhaps a little slower now.
I slid my hand up his tight abdomen, slight ridges undulating under my fingers, until I came to his pecs. Solid, well defined, flexing slightly as he moved.
The rise to his pecs was razor sharp, incongruous to the surrounding flesh. His muscled chest unyielding under my fingers, hard, solid, fascinating to the touch. I drifted fingertips over his nipples, brushing them. I knew they were sensitive, but I had also learnt that they only became so with his arousal. A slight pinch made him twitch.
I leaned into him and felt his body making practical movements over the sink, twisting slightly to grab the next item, rhythmically shifting as he washed. My hand travelled his warm skin under his t-shirt.
Someone asked whether receiving non-sexual service can be a turn on. Hell yes it can.
Oooh Ferns. Watching mine do the dishes and teasing him while he did them is one of my favourite memories. Thank you for bringing this memory back!
Aww, lovely! Glad I could bring that up again for you *smile*.
You missed a great opportunity there to work in his rubber gloves! Rubber! Oh the kinkiness and entendrability!
Hey, you rock on with those rubber gloves if that’s your thing!
I definitely agree. Personally having the burden of domestic worries taken care of gives a tingle in my loins. Nothing gets me going like watching my boy do naked chores!
*smile* Ahh… naked is a whole *other* level again.
Very nice Ferns, simple but oh so effective
Yes, and super sweet.
I very muchly like this very much. A fine visual and elegantly written as always. (Can you explain again why you failed to seize the opportunity to work in rubber? Also, I have a thing for argyle socks. Please work that in too. And parakeets. Really, you’ve really only done the bare minimum.) -waits flinchingly for evisceration~
Oh, and *eyeroll* <= That's why... Ferns
I look forward every morning to the look on Her face when she gets her tea and notices the sparkly clean kitchen. She doesn’t always remark but when sbe does I am dancing most of the day. Thank you for all the effort you put in to your writing.
Aww, that’s lovely.
And you’re welcome.
He often says to me, why when I start cooking do you start trying to undress me… and the answer is watching him do stuff like this is hot. There is just something about the way he is, the concentration he applies, how it seems to relax him, that is damn sexy
*smile* Hot! It’s totally a thing!