MY ROOM, MY RULES [STARLING]

Something felt off to the clansmen as he reguarded Hessat with hesiatation. Hessat was known to be a lot of things but wanting to pamper anyone beyond a customer was beyond not one of them. At least, from what he has seen of the man. Silently, he stood a few feet from the door way watching every move the other was making. So far, it seemed rather innocent in actions but the motive is what toubled the man. Hessat could go from a kind individual to a wicked man in under a second. He learned from experience to stay on his toes.

Starling eventually ventured forward allowing the bedroom door to close behind him. "Pamper me?" A blond brow slowly rose in a questionable arch. What was the imp planning? Was he trying to catch him off guard? Stab him in the back? Both ears leaned forward with caution while his keeper kept talking. It was true that he had been working hard these past days. What with his forge being busy and then working around here none stop, he never really had a chance to relax beyond his short periods of rest.

With a heavy sigh, he took a seat upon the bed once it was fixed again. Idly, he ruffled his own wet hair in order to get it somewhat dry. "No." He said tiredly. "I'm not hungry." Nor did he really want Hessat to even try to feed him. Bastard would probably choke him on a grape or something. "I'm just tired and wet." As well as cranky as a pregeant woman who hadn't ate in the past five minutes.

Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at hessat for a moment then promptly lowered his gaze. "What are you smiling about?" Should he be concerned about that or just roll with it? A bit of fear triggered into the fox. Maybe he should get up and try to go back to his room after all before he mouthed off again. He wasn't sure if felt like getting shanked by Hessat today, getting water dumped on his head was enough.

For now, the bird was done fighting back against Hessat. He would allow him to do as he pleased within reason. It was best to let him have his moment as he wasn't sure if he could stand another outbrust. His head was starting to hurt from lack of rest and from his sudden movements. The blond grunted lightly and pouted when he hand was removed his his hair only to be replaced with a towel. "Maybe at lunch time." He assured the dark skinned male with a sigh.

Long ears twitched about and flicked a few times from the fabric moving across them. It was merely an automatic reaction and one that went unnoticed by the fox. He found that Hessat drying his hair to be rather relaxing and less stressful then he thought it would of been. The blond yawned slightly and moved a hand to the back of his neck. Carefully, he rubbed the tense muscles there while Hessat spoke to him. Maybe it wasnt so bad to allow Hessat some pleasure treating him. Though he could not help but wonder if it was just some ploy. Hessat was a smart cookie and normally did things only to further his own goals, though at times he did what he wanted without a reason. Ugh, Hessat just hurt his brain sometimes.

He couldn't argue too much anyways, after all, he was just told his viture would remain in tack even after he gave him an odd look. After a moment of staring, he decided not to look the gift. Looking down at the soft shirt in hand he debated on putting it on though wondered if it was actually needed right now. Normally, the blond would refuse to go without being completely covered though the wave of exhaustion was getting to him.

Deciding he was too damn tired to care he removed his wet shirt and dropped it on the wet towel to keep the room from getting messy again. The shirt that was handed to him was placed on the night stand. Starling would do without it for the time being. The thought of doing the proper motions to put on a shirt seemed too exhausting and with that he flopped over on his back then rolled onto his stomach. He shoved his face into the pillow and breathed in the Heraji deeply all the while trying to get a bit more comfortable.

"It's probably not but I don't mind it so much." He admitted softly into the pillow. "But I will take your word for it this time..." Starling had become much calmer as the minutes ticked by and returning to his normal docile self. His hot-headness never stayed around for long as it wasn't in his nature to be such a thing. He was more a patient fellow that took things one step at a time if allowed. His last out brust was a bit out of character and he knew it.

Whatever his fellow strain might be feeling at this moment was of no concern of his at this time. All he wanted was sink into the matress and disappear from reality for just a few hours. If he could manage that he would feel so much better and his muscles wouldn't ache so much. His fellow strain was correct on the matter of bending over a forge all day. It was bad for his shoulder and even worse for his back. The longer he laid on his stomach the more he could feel how tense his whole torso was from the days work.

Luckily, his tired mind forced him to forget about those balled up nerves and tendons. Not to mention Hessat was going to take care of that for him. He made a slight noise of discomfort as his keeper caused the bed to move just enough to make him wince.

A moment later there was a pair of smooth hands on his back. At frist it hurt like a bitch to which he only grunted and turned his head slightly while the other worked. Bit by bit he easied up and found the motions soothing rather then painful. When he was finally feeling a sense of relief he let out a small content sigh with a slight rotation of his shoulders.

As one area felt better one side would act up and vice versa and each time that happened it seemed that Hessat would take care of the matter. "God." He muttered softly. "Why haven't I let you do this before?"A sense of pleasure was laced in his voice that was rarly ever heard coming from the smith.

Resting his cheek on the pillow he closed his eyes with a small smile. Then, probably for the frist time in history Starling would say something that might take the the other strain by surprise. "Can you go a little lower?" Because damn, this just felt too damn good and the starling didn't want this to end just yet. "And harder?" 

There were no words that Star could use to express how good he was feeling right now. He rarely ever was touched by someone and for good reasons, it made him uncomfortable. But now he was starting to question that choice at this moment. If being touched meant feeling like a million dollars then hell, maybe he should let Hessat just touch him whenever he felt like it. Of course, as long as it meant his hands didn't disappear down his pants. He wasn't sure if he would be ready for that kind of touch if ever.

Long ears rested peacefully on the pillow and merely twitched when Hessat spoke to him to show that he was still awake and not having past out from the massage just yet. "Mhmm, consider it Christmas." His right ear suddenly shut up as one sleepy eye opened to glance at the strain before rolling back into his head. He made no reply to Hessat's sudden statement over his rear. He trusted the man well enough no to cross that barrier between them. He wasn't sure what he would do if that happened, if anything since he was so out of it right now.

It was such an odd and pleasent feeling to have someone touch his aching back and make their way down his spine. The more Hessat worked his fingers into the flesh, the more Starling groaned in delight. He was lucky enough the the pillow muffled most of the noises he was making. Even his ears seemed to show how comfortable he was right now.

"Can you blame me?" He asked softly. "You're hands have a habit to slip into area's they shouldn't." He commented and shifted slightly on the bed when a muscle decided it did not want to relax like the others had done. He wouldn't admit that he liked this or the way Hessat used his hands. It was truly a godsend to the over worked and very under paid smith.

"God, when did you learn to do this?"