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[He is, at the very least, not a sore winner. He just smiles to himself and gets up to do the same.]

You say that like I wouldn't offer for you to stay here.

[Still, he wins, so he wanders over to Egon and leans against him.]

Think you owe me something.

[hauntpadour]

[The demon takes a drink of his water and sighs happily, leaning his head against Boone's shoulder and pretend he's not a little bit smothered.]

I am drunk, you know.

But yes we can take care of that... any thoughts on what'll make it sexy?

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Oh, yeah. Sorry.

[He stops leaning so much of his weight on him, and shrugs.]

Hell if I know. Maybe just... start it and see what happens?

[Like he knows anything about being sexy. Honestly, even if Egon fails completely at the sexy part, just having a massage would be nice.]

[hauntpadour]

...Fair, right.

[The demon smiles up at him again somewhat sheepishly and finishes his glass of water before skirting around Boone, taking his hand and pulling the werebear towards the nearest chaise lounge in the living room.]

The requires you sitting or lying down somewhere I can properly reach your back.

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[Boone lets Egon lead him to the nearest sofa, and he plops down on it and shifts so that he's lying on his front with his head in his arms.]

Like this?

[He hopes his fur won't make things difficult.]

[hauntpadour]

[He kneels, one knee on the seat, reaching down to semi-tentatively run his claws along Boone's shoulder blades lightly, feeling the fur and the muscle beneath it. It's really nice fur, soft. He'd almost want to get lost in it.]

Yes, that works.

[And then he realizes he might need a little massage oil. Does Boone have that? Knowing him, probably not. The demon steps away for a moment to try and find some olive oil in his cabinets and bringing it back to the seat side, wetting his hands in it. Going Greek, so it were.]

[And then his palms are firmly on the werebear's shoulders, pressing in and kneading lightly.]

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[He’s already fairly relaxed thanks to the drink, but when Egon starts to knead his back he sighs and gets more comfortable. He spends so much time tensed up, his back has suffered for it. He’s not sure how he feels about oil in his fur, but that will wash out. Maybe that’s supposed to be the sexy part?]

[hauntpadour]

[Egon's a stressed out guy, and the proton packs were never good for his posture, but he's not got nearly the problems Boone does. There's a lot of obvious knots in this poor bear's back.]

[But no, that's not really the sexy part. He hasn't mastered it as lust has, but he's a smart man who's good with his hands. Occasionally he adds a little extra drizzle of warm oil, kneading slowly down Boone's back and applying plenty of pressure in some attempt to break up the knots. Hey, this isn't so hard.]

[And he's sure to tuck one knee between the younger man's legs, roll his thumbs across the small of his back, crouch over him just enough that Boone can feel the heat off his breath.]

Alright?

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[The small, intimate gestures along with the massage work surprisingly well, and he shifts beneath Egon with a small, pleased sigh.]

Yeah.

[The knots in his back are stubborn, and they take a little work, but it’s a pleasant massage. Sexier than he expected, too.]

You’re good at this.

[hauntpadour]

[He does hope the meaning of his intimacy is coming across. Egon just smiles as he works, trying to bust up and ease out those knots. It's good to feel the beginnings of Boone turning to putty and his hands.]

Thank you.

You're very tense. That could lead to some health issues.

[A little hypocritical. Egon slides his hands low on the bear's back, fingers slipping into his pants.]

Comfortable?

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Maybe you should do this more often for me, then.

[You know, to relax him.]

And yeah. Very.

[Egon knows how to work his hands, that’s for sure.]

[hauntpadour]

Hmmm

[Those hands ease down a little further in, then up again.]

Maybe so.

It's been a good Valentines.

[It has, the best he's had in a long time. And he sort of has an idea of how he wants to cap off this sexy massage. The demon slips his hands beneath Boone, fingers teasing into his underwear.]

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Yeah, it has.

[Oh, hi. Boone wasn’t expecting Egon’s hands to go there, but he’s not going to complain. In fact, he lifts his hips off the sofa a little to give Egon’s hands more room to manoeuvre. His own little way of telling the demon that it’s okay.]

Should go out again sometime.

[hauntpadour]

[Good. Egon pulls the younger man a little closer to him, slips his hands down a little further, and kisses the side of Boone's neck.]

We should, if you're up to it.

[And let this fade off for now, and hope Boone's roommate doesn't walk in on him.]