Raiden didn’t reply with words. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to Hiro’s hair, his thoughts tender but unspoken: 'I love you, Hiro.'
He then carried Hiro to the bedroom, where a massage table was already set up. Hiro blushed as Raiden peeled off the towel and helped him onto the table. He was completely naked but he was too relaxed to feel embarrassed.
Raiden began to give him a massage. His hands moved expertly over Hiro’s back and waist, working out any lingering tension. He used warm, fragrant oil, and Hiro sighed in pleasure as Raiden’s strong hands kneaded his sore muscles. Raiden made sure to be gentle, not wanting to cause Hiro any discomfort.
“How does that feel?” Raiden asked, his voice soft and soothing.
“Perfect,” Hiro mumbled, his voice drowsy.
Raiden’s heart swelled with affection as he pressed a soft kiss to Hiro’s shoulder. “You’re perfect, Hiro.”