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Though Arion was behind Asterius, he could feel the blonde closing his eyes. It was all in his body language. The summoner seemed much less tense the more he massaged his body. With that in mind, the summon continued to massage his Master, wanting only to help him relax. When Asterius complimented him, Arion wasn't quite sure how to respond. Instead of using any words to communicate how appreciative he was of Asterius' gratitude, he decided to use his hands. Now that the blonde's shoulders seemed relaxed, Arion moved his hands south. They ran up and down Asterius' sides, sliding against his armpits to his ribs, his fingers running over his Master's nipples, grazing them gently.
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