NSFW scenario with Midorimia and the prompt “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” Gender neutral s/o please!

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He could feel the kinks and knots in his shoulders relaxing as you worked at them with your hands, fingers applying pressure in an even motion that had him practically melting at your touch. It had been a while since you’d given Midorima a massage and an even longer time since he’d actually openly asked for one. The nudging touches and squeezing pressure was only amplified by the fact that he’d removed his shirt, allowing your digits to dig into the sore muscles.

“You need to sit back and relax more often,” you chastised, voice soft as you continued to work your hands from his shoulders down his arms. Even years after he’d stopped playing basketball every day, Midorima was still rather muscular. “It won’t be good for you health if you stay this tense all the time.”

He merely grunted in affirmation, nodding only slightly as he focused on the feel of your hands traveling down. Eventually your massaging motions turned into simple touches as you smoothed your fingers along his skin. Fingertips brushing against the expanse of his arms, you moved on to the muscles of his abs when you felt yourself craving for more. A shudder ran through his body as you did so, his head leaning back to rest against your body as you held him from behind.

“It’s been a long day,” you murmured, the tips of your fingers dangerously close to the hem of his pants. You played with the trail of hair that led into them, gently curling them around your fingers and following their path downward. It wasn’t hard to see the excitement that was beginning to affect Midorima. “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been a while.”

A soft, almost relieved, sigh left Midorima’s lips when you unbuttoned his pants and undid his fly, one hand dipping into the unseen expanse of his groin. Your fingers were gentle in their grip, holding him at his base and gently dragging along his shaft. Another breath left Midorima, this one shuddering. He couldn’t get the image of a steamy bathroom and a naked you being held in his arms out of his imagination. 

It was time to make that image a reality.