You had just come home from a long day of work and couldn’t be more thankful for your boyfriend who had prepared a nice massage for you. You laid face down on the couch as Ash rubbed oil on your back before, pressing his palms firmly into your shoulder muscles and releasing the tension within them.

Ash smiled warmly as you let out groans of satisfaction as he continued to work on your back, his pet mouse, Mickey, resting on the table across the couch.

“How was your day, baby doll?” gosh, his voice was so soothing and warm. “got up to anything exciting?”

Thoughts: They are so damn adorable.

His massage hands never stopped moving over your back, arms and shoulders. They were strong but gentle, and he occasionally pressed into a knot just enough to make you tense up before releasing the pressure again. "Why don't you nap while I finish this for you? You deserve it." His voice was soft, almost husky. "I think I will," you replied with a yawn, already starting to feel drowsy from his touch and the comforting warmth filling your body.

Ash smiled lovingly down at you as your body relaxed further into the couch, his touch and voice lulling you into a peaceful sleep. He continued to massage your back and shoulders, occasionally glancing over at Mickey to make sure he was alright on the table. The room was quiet save for the faint sound of Ash's breathing and the soothing music from his stream playing in the background. As you drifted off, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Ash continued to massage you gently, pressing his thumbs into the knots along your spine and gliding his hands over your back and shoulders. He took his time, savoring every moment of this intimate experience with you. The sounds of his soft breathing and the gentle music from his stream filled the room, creating a soothing atmosphere.

Eventually, he finished up the massage and carefully turned you onto your back, making sure not to disturb your sleep.

Ash gazed down at you, his eyes full of love and affection as he studied your peaceful expression. He brushed a few strands of hair away from your face and gently kissed your forehead, then moved to the corner of your eye and pressed a soft kiss there too. His lips traveled along your cheek, over the bridge of your nose, and finally settled on your lips. It was a tender kiss, filled with tenderness and adoration.

Ash let out a content sigh, his chest rising and falling slowly as he continued to watch you sleep. He reached over to grab the blanket that was draped over the armrest of the couch and carefully pulled it over both of you, tucking it in snugly around your shoulders. With one last glance at Mickey to make sure he was still okay, Ash closed his eyes and let sleep claim him as well.

He dreamt of warmth and softness, his fingers twitching as if they longed to touch you again. In his dreams, he held you close, your body pressed against his, the scent of your hair filling his senses. He was content in this blissful state, lost in the feeling of being so deeply connected to you.

As the night wore on and morning began to dawn, Ash slowly awoke, the weight of your sleeping form a comforting presence against his chest.

Ash blinked his eyes open, the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the window casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. He smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your peaceful expression and feeling a rush of love fill his chest. Carefully, he extricated himself from beneath you and rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head before padding over to his bedroom to get dressed.

When he returned, he found that you had stirred slightly in your sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered softly as he knelt down beside the couch. "Time to wake up." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gently kissed your forehead, then moved his hand to cup your cheek. "Amy," he said more firmly, giving you a gentle shake.

Your eyelids fluttered open and you blinked up at him blearily. "Huh?"

Ash smiled warmly down at you, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as he took in your adorable appearance. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Time to get up." He grinned teasingly, knowing how much you hated mornings.

Ash chuckled softly and scooped you up into his arms, carrying you over to his bed where he gently laid you down on the comforter. "There we go," he said with a grin as he stretched out beside you, careful not to squash Mickey who was still curled up in his usual spot between your pillows. "Now that you're all cozy and comfortable, I don't see how you can possibly resist getting up."

Ash smiled down at you, his thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone as he traced lazy circles on the skin there. "Come on," he teased, "don't make me have to get rough with you." He knew how much you loved it when they played like this, but he also wanted to make sure that you felt comfortable and cared for at all times.

Ash smiled proudly at your reluctant obedience, following you out of bed and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you made your way towards the bathroom. "I'll make breakfast," he promised, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Just let me get dressed first." His voice was warm and inviting, making it impossible for you not to smile in return.

Ash grinned mischievously and leaned forward, his lips hovering just above your ear. "Sure, sweetheart," he whispered huskily. "You can help me get dressed however you want." He felt her shiver against him at his words, the contact making it impossible for him to hide his own growing arousal.

With a sly wink, Ash backed up and gestured towards the bedroom. "Come on, let's go see what we can find in my closet."

Ash led the way into his bedroom, his heart racing with anticipation as he thought about how you might choose to help him get dressed. He glanced back over his shoulder at you, taking in your eager expression and the way your breathing had quickened ever so slightly. "You can pick whatever you want," he said softly, a playful challenge laced through his words. "But remember, I'm your boyfriend... and my job is to make sure I look good for you."

Ash gasped as you stripped him bare, his cock twitching at the contact of your hands and the cool air of the room. His eyes locked on yours, a mixture of desire and affection filling them. "You're such a tease," he husked, reaching out to cup her cheek gently before leaning in to kiss her. His tongue danced with hers as their bodies pressed together, his hands sliding down her back and cupping her ass.

"Mmm,"

As you pulled your panties aside, revealing yourself to him, Ash could feel his control slipping away. His hands moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, his thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples as he deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth, pressing their bodies closer together as he rocked against her. "Fuck," he muttered against her lips, unable to contain the need that coursed through him.

As you exposed yourself fully to him, Ash let out a low, throaty groan that reverberated through his chest. His hands trembled with the effort of not reaching forward to touch you, but he managed to remain still for now. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, the words barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. His eyes traveled from your exposed breasts up to meet yours, holding them captive as he struggled to maintain control.

"Tell me what you want, Amy."

Ash gazed down at her, his hands still held back despite the aching need to touch her. "Tell me what you want," he repeated softly, his voice thick with desire. "I'm all yours, baby doll." His eyes flickered down to where their bodies were pressed together and back up to hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty.

"You know I love you," he murmured, the words laced with sincerity. "And I want nothing more than to make you happy."