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Luigi’s steps were light, almost bouncing with excitement as he walked from his car toward the massage parlor, his phone still clutched in his hand.
‘Been looking forward to meeting you all week, Luigi. Can’t wait for tonight.’ Bowser’s last text read, and Luigi couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at his lips. He’d been reading those words over and over, as if they held some kind of magic, and now, finally, he was standing outside the place where it would all come together; the massage parlor Bowser owned.
The two of them had been texting on the LGBT dating app ‘Rainbow Road’ for the past two weeks and have yet to meet. Their conversations were going so well that Luigi had, of course, wanted to meet the koopa - but their schedules hadn’t allowed for it until today. They talked about anything and everything; interests, how work went, what Bowser’s kids were up to, things they were looking for in a relationship, anything.
The idea of meeting Bowser made him feel like he was floating, but also made his palms sweat with nerves. His heart was still pounding in his chest as he looked up at the cozy, dimly lit building. The invitation had sounded so simple: ‘Come on down around closing, I’ll give you the Valentine’s Special’. But Luigi could already tell this night was going to be anything but simple.
He felt his stomach do a little flip when he remembered Bowser’s photos; those images that had made him blush every time he saw them. Strong arms, a body built for strength, all topped off with that cocky smile that made Luigi’s heart race. Just knowing that a koopa that attractive was about to have his hands all over Luigi’s body… He swallowed thickly, taking another deep breath, and walked through the door, his excitement and nerves fighting inside him.
Luigi stepped into the lobby, the heavy door clicking shut behind him with a jingle, and immediately the warm, inviting scent of essential oils and sandalwood hit him. His eyes darted around the room, trying to take it all in.
"I'll be up there in a moment!" A deep voice rang from the back, making him jump slightly, but only a second later he relaxed as he recognized it immediately; Bowser. They’d talked a couple times before bed, late in the night, and the koopa’s deep timber was something Luigi was particularly looking forward to hearing in person.
He smiled as he glanced around the room, gaze landing on the rich, dark stone walls. The deep red curtains framing the photos and bulletin board made everything feel both cozy and luxurious. Each paper on the board was a glowing review speaking high praises of Bowser’s abilities and if Luigi wasn’t looking forward to the massage before he would certainly be up for it after reading these. Mentions of ‘big hands’ covering large areas, him being strong enough for a Thwomp to feel like they’d been properly worked, yet gentle enough that a Nimbus felt fully comfortable. Bowser must be a master of his craft.
Next to that was a photo of Bowser’s son, Junior, proudly holding up a drawing he’d done, and Luigi remembered that Bowser had sent it to him just a few days ago. A proud dad, sharing his son's achievements, like any parent would, even at work. It made him smile fondly. But there were other pictures too, framed ones of kids Luigi didn’t recognize. Bowser had eight children in total, ranging from kindergartners to teenagers, so these must be them. That has to be one chaotic, lively household, and Luigi found himself wondering what it was like to live in a place like that.
Just as he was about to look closer at another picture, the sound of footsteps broke his concentration, and a figure appeared from the back, pushing through the red curtains and revealing the man he’d been waiting to see. He was even more massive in person; a description of being eight foot tall really didn't match to SEEING him eight foot tall. Bowser was dressed simply in a black tank top and dark jeans but the way the fabric hugged his body made the human’s jaw go slack. He had to blink away his staring as he looked up.
Bowser's fiery red eyes locked onto Luigi’s, and within a second, a grin tugged at the koopa’s lips. His expression was playful and warm, and Luigi felt his stomach flutter as Bowser stepped closer. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver up Luigi’s spine, making him feel suddenly self-conscious.
"Hey there." Bowser's deep voice called out, and Luigi’s heart leapt in his chest.
“Um, hey.” Luigi waved awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself now that they were here.
“You’re even cuter in person.” His voice was deep and rich, sending a small wave of heat through Luigi’s body. Before the brunette could respond, Bowser reached out and caressed his jaw with the back of his fingers, his touch gentle, making Luigi’s breath catch in his throat.
Luigi tried to steady himself, but his heart was racing. “Y-you’re really han-h-hand...,” he stammered, his words faltering under the weight of the koopa’s gaze. "Hot!" he blurted out before he could stop himself, wanting to cover his mouth in shame at saying something so stupid.
Bowser raised an amused eyebrow at the slip of the tongue, but the grin on his face only widened. “Hot, huh?” He chuckled softly before lifting Luigi’s chin, gently pulling his face up to meet him. The warmth of Bowser’s breath washed over Luigi as he lowered his face, coming so close that their noses nearly brushed.
“Well, glad you find me attractive.” Bowser husked, tone teasing.
Luigi could only stare, eyes wide as he whispered, “Y-you already know I do...”
Bowser chuckled again, clearly enjoying the flustered state Luigi was in, and for a moment, they just stood there, close enough for Luigi to feel the heat radiating from Bowser’s body. It felt like the world had slowed down around them. Was Bowser going to kiss him? They only just saw each other but… Luigi found himself not caring about that.
Bowser’s hand gently fell away from Luigi’s chin and he stepped away towards the front door. The slight pang of disappointment really shouldn't surprise him. Luigi’s chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to steady his breath, still processing the intensity of that brief but electrifying moment as he watched Bowser’s shell intently.
Once at the front door he locked it with a soft click before flipping the sign to ‘Closed’. Seeing that sent a thrill of anticipation running down Luigi’s spine. The realization that they were alone in the building suddenly made his palms feel clammy. His gaze flickered nervously to the back hallway. The “Valentine’s Special” had sounded casual enough; just a massage. But the way Bowser had been looking at him, the touch... it felt like this was going to be much more.
When the koopa turned back toward him the smirk on his face only deepened. His fiery eyes glimmered with something predatory, and he tilted his head toward the hallway curtains. “Follow me to the back,” Bowser commanded, his low tone sending a shiver down Luigi’s spine, and Luigi, breathless, nodded as he followed Bowser’s lead.
As Luigi stepped into the massage room he couldn't help but be struck by how intimate and serene it felt. The room was dimly lit, with only soft amber lights casting shadows across the walls. The massage table stood in the center, its surface neatly covered with a soft, plush white sheet, while a small stool sat off to the side, ready for Bowser to sit if he needed to.
The air was tinged with the faint, comforting scent of lavender and sandalwood, a perfect match for the relaxing atmosphere. Shelves lined one wall, stacked with neatly folded towels and bottles of oils, each with its own label promising relaxation and rejuvenation, and a small wooden cabinet sat beneath the shelf presumably holding additional supplies.
But it was the music that made Luigi pause. The deep, rhythmic bass of the track filled the room, slow and sensual; far more intimate than one would play for a simple client. The deep bass beat reverberated softly through the air, vibrating in his chest with each pulse. Luigi couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach, realizing that Bowser had likely chosen it just for him and their ‘appointment’.
He knew he'd already be at Bowser's mercy with his massive hands rubbing all over his body but the thought that they were locked in together, that Bowser was playing sensual music in the darkly lit room, and that the koopa was looking at him with hungry eyes... it made his dick twitch with interest.
He needed to calm down before anything got started.
“I’ll step into the hallway while you dress down. Once you’re comfortable, lay between the sheets on the table.”
“‘Dress down’? What do you mean?” At the cock of Bowser’s head, Luigi continued, stammering. “I-I’ve never had a massage before.”
Bowser opened his mouth before snapping it shut in a move that meant he now understood, closing the space between them and pinching the lapel of Luigi's jacket between two fingers to raise it from his chest. The human swayed where he stood, leaning into the motion as he craned his neck to make eye contact.
“It means to take off your clothes to your comfort level.” Bowser couldn't help but smirk, his deep voice warm as he knowingly instructed Luigi to strip for him. In a purely business way, of course. “It’s best to be completely naked so that I can reach all of your skin but some clients like to keep their undergarments on or even more. It’s up to you.”
There was an undeniable suggestion in the way he said that, but Bowser offered it with a shrug of his shoulders as he continued, “I'll leave you be. You just let me know when you're ready for me.”
He backed out of the room, pulling the curtains behind him and leaving Luigi to his own devices. The brunette was left breathing steadily, trying not to think of Bowser standing so close to him and about to touch every inch of his skin. He tried to think of boring, mundane things to calm his body as he began stripping, and his dick just did NOT want to listen to him.
It was difficult to ignore, but he was able to hold back a moan of frustration as he folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the chair in the corner of the room before slipping beneath the sheet. He settled face down on the massage table and tried to will his hardening dick back down before Bowser could notice it.
It took him a moment to remember he was supposed to tell Bowser he was ready and he sat up slightly, twisting to face the door as he called out for the koopa to return.
When the curtains parted again, Bowser strode in and the sound of his heavy footsteps made Luigi flinch slightly. He gingerly took the corners of the sheet, straightening them around Luigi’s ankles to fix how it laid over the human’s body as his eye caught how it clung slightly to the brunette’s bare ass. He smiled to himself, glad Luigi chose to go fully nude.
“Is there anything that you’d like me to focus on?” he asked, staring down at Luigi’s sheet-covered body as he rounded the table to stand in front of it, picking up a squeeze bottle of oil. “And are you okay with marjoram massage oil? It’s got a soft herbal scent to help you relax, but I do have some fragrance-free oil if you’d prefer.”
Luigi paused, not knowing what that smelled like, and lifted his head to look. What he was greeted with was a front row view of Bowser’s hips inches away from his face and he arched his back a little more to blink up at the koopa.
“Um, c-can I smell it first?”
Bowser sucked in a breath at seeing Luigi look up at him, face at crotch height with those bright blue eyes and a lovely blush on his cheeks. It took him a second to register the request and after a moment he snapped open the lid and held it closer for Luigi to sniff. The image of Luigi turning his head gently towards something he held in his hand reminded him of feeding a tame deer or a pet and he wasn’t sure what to do with that information. Apparently finding it pleasant, Luigi smiled up at him and gave a thumbs up before settling back down.
Used to doing this every day of the week, Bowser took no time in folding back the sheet from Luigi’s torso, setting the rolled up fabric just above his butt before standing tall again as he squirted oil onto his hands. He leaned over and ran his hands, fingers spread, down the length of Luigi’s back in a practiced motion to first spread the oil before repeating it and digging his thumbs onto either side of the man’s spine. The whimper Luigi gave didn’t go unnoticed.
“How’s the pressure?”
“Y-you can go harder…”
Bowser smirked. So he liked it harder… “Noted.”
The oil made Bowser’s hands glide smoothly as he continued to work his way up Luigi’s back, and with each movement Luigi felt himself sinking further into the table. Bowser’s fingers danced along his skin to find knots, massaging out the tension that had accumulated in his upper back. As his thumbs pressed into the soft tissue around the shoulder blades, Luigi let out a small exhale of relief.
Hands then moved to Luigi’s shoulders, where he applied more pressure, his thumbs drawing slow, deliberate circles along the muscles. The sensation was both soothing and invigorating, and Luigi found himself melting into the touch. His mind felt foggy, too relaxed to focus on anything other than the feel of Bowser’s large hands. The deep beats of the music combined with the rhythm of the massage created a soothing ambiance.
Each time Bowser’s thumbs moved over the tops of Luigi’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. Bowser seemed to know exactly where to focus, pressing just hard enough to release the knots but not so much that it became painful. The release of tension was gradual but steady, and Luigi could feel his body becoming lighter with every minute.
Bowser shifted his focus to the nape of Luigi’s neck, placing both hands gently at the base of Luigi’s skull, his thumbs pressing into the muscles along the back of his neck. Luigi couldn’t help but release a keening sound at the feeling. Slowly, Bowser moved his fingers in circular motions, pressing and releasing, the tightness in Luigi’s neck gradually softening under his touch.
“You hold a lot of tension in your shoulders and neck. Did you know that?” Bowser murmured, leaning down to speak near the human’s ear and making him shiver.
Luigi laughed quietly, not wanting to break the serene atmosphere. “Wait ‘till you get to my lower back.”
“Oh,” Bowser smirked and Luigi could hear it in the way he dropped his tone. “I’ll get there soon.”
Before Luigi could read into that the warm hands were taken away and he watched through the hole of the headrest as Bowser stepped around him. The sheet was lifted from his legs, folded the opposite way to lay just under his butt this time, and next thing he knew there were slick hands smoothing down his calves as Bowser stood at the foot of the massage table.
“Are you ticklish?”
Before Luigi could answer he felt the firm pressure of a thumb pressing into the arch of his foot and he gasped, leg twitching to get out of Bowser’s grasp instinctively. It’s less of a ticklish feeling, with how firm it is, instead making him feel more tingly than anything.
“Guess you are.” Bowser chuckled.
Luigi felt the firm pressure on his foot again as Bowser’s thumb moved down the sensitive arch, and he let out a shaky breath. It tickled, but it’s different; more intense, like every part of his body is alive with sensation. The combination of the tickling and the pressure sent small shivers through him.
He tried to sit up, wanting to see what Bowser was doing, but Bowser’s hand on his back was surprisingly firm, easily pushing him back down onto the table. "Stay down," Bowser rumbled, his voice smooth and commanding. "If you really don’t want me to touch your feet I’ll stop."
Luigi shook his head before answering, “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind it.” He paused before adding. “Sorry if I kick you.”
Bowser laughed at that. “Guess I’ll just have to hold you down.”
And oh what that thought does to Luigi’s mind. He was just feeling relaxed and the flirting got his mind reeling all over again.
Luigi’s body involuntarily jerked, his leg twitching at the feeling of Bowser’s thumb gliding up and down the sole of his foot again. A quiet, nervous laugh slipped from his lips, the ticklish sensation making him feel more vulnerable than he expected. He felt large fingers move about his toes and tried his best to stay still. Bowser was already holding his leg to stop the kicking but he couldn't help the twitches that happened.
Once done with one foot Bowser moved to the other, holding that leg down as well and giving it the same treatment. An amused smirk stayed plastered on his face, though Luigi couldn’t see it. Luigi being sensitive here was cute.
Bowser’s hands then moved up and down Luigi’s calves. It was a bit of an odd feeling but he’s not complaining. Bowser made sure he got all of the lower leg, leaning over him as he rubbed and stretched the muscles with firm thumbs pressing into it. The muscle flinched and relaxed with his movements in a strange way but Luigi could tell it was doing something.
When Bowser got to his thighs though, Luigi froze and held his breath. Bowser’s hands had smoothed up from the back of his knees towards his ass as he stepped around to the side of the table and the way his thumbs were between Luigi’s legs made him feel like the koopa was about to spread his cheeks apart and dive right in. He’s a bit proud of himself for not whimpering at the idea.
Bowser noticed his sudden stiffness and let up on the pressure, hands relaxing to lay on the outside of Luigi’s thighs as he checked in with him. “You okay?”
Luigi didn’t trust his voice at all, forcing himself to relax, and he shifted his legs closer together, as the sheet surely couldn’t hide everything . The way Bowser’s hands stayed put really only added fuel to the fire. He tried desperately to tell his dick to calm down but he could feel it twitching with interest between his belly and the table. How in the world did people get massages and not embarrass themselves?? Bowser’s hands felt amazing and it was driving him wild!
“Luigi?” Bowser bent over towards his head and he realized he hadn’t answered. He gave a weak affirmative noise along with a nod and that seemed to satisfy the man as he went back to squeezing and caressing his thighs.
Both hands landed on one thigh then and he rubbed his thumbs into the muscle, burying the fingers of one between Luigi’s the two appendages. Luigi wasn’t sure if it was the thumbs pressing into him or the hand between his legs that made him moan but he tried his best to bite back the noise, not wanting to let it be too obvious he was enjoying the touch more than appropriately. His fists clenched by his side and it didn’t occur to him that they were completely visible to Bowser as the koopa continued, inching up and up his thigh towards his ass.
Before touching it, though, his thigh was released and Bowser gave the same treatment to his other, lifting his hands once done and repeating the motion from earlier that had Luigi holding his breath. A whimper escaped him this time and he bit his lips together, wishing he could take it back. Bowser stopped just before Luigi’s ass and the human could’ve sworn he pressed his thumbs in to spread his legs a little before pulling away.
“Is it okay if I remove the sheet entirely?”
The question made Luigi swallow thickly. Was it normal to remove the sheet at all? Wasn’t it there to keep some form of modesty for the client? If Bowser was asking to remove it did that mean this really was different from a normal massage? Luigi didn’t know.
He’d apparently been lost long enough in his thoughts that Bowser felt the need to reassure him, “I’ll leave it be if you want. No pressure .”
His fingers squeezed as he said ‘pressure’, obviously making a pun, and Luigi groaned at that, the both of them laughing together shortly and breaking the tension. He took a moment more to consider the question before lifting his own hand to grab the fabric and pull it away, dropping it to the floor.
The way Bowser sucked in a breath at that doesn’t go unnoticed and Luigi felt extremely bare.
Bowser licks his lips, finally seeing that delicious rump uncovered, but resists touching it for now, finding the bottle of oil and squeezing more into his hands before setting them against Luigi’s lower back. He searches around for knots for a moment before realizing that the entire thing was stiff and presses in hard near the base of the spine.
The moan that left Luigi at that makes them both freeze and Luigi is mortified, hand coming up to cover his mouth as he apologizes. Bowser pet his hair comfortingly, chuckling lightly.
“Just means you feel good.” He leant down towards him and smirked, dropping his tone deliberately. “ I want you to feel good .”
Luigi’s throat went dry, eyes widening, and a moment later he was gasping as Bowser smoothed his hands down from his lower back to cup his ass fully. Cheek in each hand, Bowser began squeezing and pressing into pressure points and the human couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from his lips. His own hand remained near his mouth to try and cover the noises. While it still felt like he was massaging muscle it also felt like he was just groping him and feeling him up.
The koopa’s large hands scooped from underneath, just how Luigi had envisioned it a few minutes earlier, and spread his cheeks apart, another moan escaping as he lifted them and let them drop. Luigi was fully hard now and couldn’t help how he pushed back into the touch, panting lightly into the face hole of the massage table. A slick thumb slid along the puckered ring between and Luigi gasped sharply, sitting up and twisting to stare at the koopa.
Bowser immediately removed his hands in surprise as if he just touched a hot stove, holding them up in the air as he blinked at Luigi.
“Sorry, was that too much?” His tone was fully apologetic, all the suave flirtatious energy from before nowhere to be found.
Luigi stared at him for a moment before raking his eyes over the koopa’s body and landing on the very prominent bulge in his pants. His mouth opened a few times, closing as nothing came out, and he looked back up to Bowser’s face. The poor guy blinked at him guiltily, as if he’d completely read the mood wrong, and he looked like he was about to apologize again when Luigi licked his lips and quietly answered him.
“Y-you can keep going…”
He laid back down on the table, arms now gathered around his head instead of by his sides, and lifted his hips in invitation for Bowser to continue. Bowser stared for a moment before relaxing, a grin spreading over his features that Luigi could just barely see as he peeked over his shoulder at him.
“Don’t mind if I do~”
He firmly pushed Luigi’s hips down and went back to touching him, hands eagerly smoothing over the skin of Luigi’s ass and pulling the cheeks apart again. Now that he knew this was sexual, Luigi didn’t try to hold back his weak moans and whimpers at the attention, pushing his hips up into the strong hands only to have his hips pressed back to the table yet again.
“Ah ah ah, stay down.” Luigi did. He’d do anything for that commanding tone.
Bowser spread oil along his fingers, touching against Luigi’s hole again, and Luigi vaguely remembered a text from him once saying he had to clip his claws so as not to nick people at work before a fingertip pressed into him. He moaned at that, gasping Bowser’s name, and he pushed back into the digit to make it sink further. Bowser licked his lips as he started shallowly thrusting it into him, making him shiver.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He growled, other hand smoothing along Luigi’s back up to his shoulder then back down as if he was reverently worshiping the human’s skin.
"Watching you writhe like that… it’s driving me insane. Your body feels so nice, just touching you. I want to be inside this cute little ass of yours." Luigi whimpered, wanting that too, but with one glance between them it was obvious that it would take more stretching than a single session could allow. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out to palm at Bowser through his pants.
The koopa gasped, eyes shooting to watch Luigi's face as he peeked over his shoulder and touched the obvious outline of Bowser's dick in his pants. The koopa is huge in every sense of the word and it's no surprise that his dick is massive, Luigi is fascinated touching the outline of it through the fabric.
‘ He wants me…’ , Luigi thought, a thrill coursing through him. The knowledge sparked a daring recklessness. He traced the thick ridge of Bowser's cock with his thumb, feeling the answering twitch beneath his touch. Heat flooded Luigi’s cheeks, but he couldn’t stop himself. Bowser had stopped thrusting his finger, stuck watching him, and Luigi whimpered disappointingly as he pushed his hips back to make him start up again.
Instead Bowser pulled his hands away entirely and quickly went to undo the button and zipper of his pants, releasing his cock so Luigi could touch it directly. The brunette blinked before staring openly, eyes wide. He really shouldn't have been surprised that, just like the rest of him, Bowser's dick was also attractive. He salivated just looking at it and he knew he couldn't take it all into his mouth but he wanted to. Bowser went back to fingering him and he whimpered as the digit slipped back in, hand stroking as much as he could and feeling up Bowser's dick.
It didn’t take long before Bowser started poking with two fingers, waiting only a moment before Luigi pushed back against them to go in with a gasping moan. He loved how eager Luigi was and groaned as a small hand stroked the tip of his dick, fingers wrapping as tightly as possible around it. Luigi was not only paying attention to him but he was gyrating his hips into Bowser’s hand, fucking himself on Bowser’s fingers, and the koopa could hardly believe how lucky he was to have him here.
Suddenly Bowser slipped his free hand under Luigi’s neck and chest, turning and lifting him with ease to crash their lips together. He thrust into Luigi’s hand and let out a hot breath against him, moaning encouragingly. Luigi moaned as well just hearing it and Bowser took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Luigi’s mouth, immediately dominating him and making him whimper.
They pulled apart and Luigi panted out, "Lemme blow you."
Bowser’s eyes widened at that and he glanced down at the head of the bed before grinning. "I've been wanting to try something."
He pulled his fingers out of Luigi's ass after making sure to hear him moan one more time and rounded the table to the front, taking the towel off the headpiece.
“I’ve always wondered if I could fuck someone’s face through the hole.” He smoothed his fingers along the edge of the place where Luigi’s face had been resting for the majority of his massage, grinning as he turned to pull the stool over. His pants dropped and blue eyes blinked, watching as he stepped out of them before sitting and positioning his dick to go through the headpiece, placing it right next to Luigi’s face.
Seeing it up close made his mouth salivate all over again and he licked his lips, nodding to Bowser’s idea. The koopa’s excited face and ridiculous positioning made him smile fondly at how goofy this sexy man could be but he was ready to get his mouth on him immediately. He wet his lips and placed his hand on the other side of it, mouthing against the side before flattening his tongue along the bottom vein and licking solidly to the tip. Bowser groaned as he flicked his tongue against the glans and Luigi smiled as a large hand found its way into his hair to pet him encouragingly.
Luigi did his best to take the head into his mouth, only just barely managing to stretch his lips wide enough, and Bowser sucked in a breath as he growled, “Fuck that feels good…”
Luigi sucked, swirling his tongue along the underside and flicking against the opening and Bowser's hand tightened in his hair, a possessive grip that both thrilled and reminded him of Bowser’s strength. He pushed against Luigi's mouth, dictating the pace, wanting more, and Luigi, eager to please, complied.
Bowser's free hand gripped the edge of the massage table, knuckles flexed. He was clearly trying very hard to remain composed, but the occasional groan slipped out, betraying his efforts. Luigi increased the pressure, swirling his tongue with more deliberate strokes, and Bowser growled before pulling him off.
“I wanna be inside you.”
Luigi whimpered at that idea and sat up, wiping his lips as he steadied himself with a hand on Bowser’s chest.
"I want that too but you're too big, if I'd known this was going to be, um, like this I would've tried to prepare myself earlier… Though I had no idea you'd be this BIG." He stroked his hand against the top section of dick still sticking through the face hole of the bed and Bowser hummed.
He took hold of Luigi’s face and brought it over to kiss him again, licking into his mouth and reveling in the moan the human gave as he kissed him. His large fingers buried in Luigi’s hair and even without the claws, the pressure the tips of those fingers gave raking over his scalp made him weak. He was about to reach up and wrap his arms about Bowser’s neck when he let go and scooted back.
“I’ve got an idea then.” There was a bit of a mischievous glint in his eye as he smiled down at him, standing tall and rounding the table.
He pulled Luigi back by his hips, man-handling him onto all fours before climbing on top of the massage table with him. It creaked but was obviously built strong, staying steady underneath the weight of them both. Thankfully the surface was wide enough for Bowser to straddle Luigi’s legs as he grabbed the bottle of oil and wet his dick, lining up between Luigi’s thighs. Once the human realized what was happening he tightened his legs together, the massive dick halfway between, and Bowser groaned, “That’s good…”
Luigi whimpered as Bowser began thrusting slowly, hands on his hips. He lowered his chest, changing the angle so that Bowser’s thrusts rubbed against his dick too. It wasn’t a lot of stimulation but it still felt good.
Bowser fucked his thighs for a minute before Luigi felt a finger poking at his ass again and he gasped as it sank in and started thrusting in time. It almost felt like Bowser was fucking him with the added stimulation and he let his mind run with the idea, moaning softly and whimpering into his arms.
His hips pressed back and Bowser plunged his finger deeper, changing the angle in a way that made Luigi gasp sharply, arching his back as Bowser hit his prostate. He blubbered out, “P-Please! Do that again!” and soon Bowser was massaging the bundle of nerves as he thrust. Luigi’s mind reeled with the stimulation, hips meeting Bowser’s thrusts as he panted and moaned.
It didn't take much longer for Luigi to cum. The sensation building and building into a crescendo of pleasure that crashed over him, stealing his breath and making his vision swim. He squeezed around Bowser's invading finger, his body trembling uncontrollably, a string of incoherent moans escaping his lips.
Hearing the human climax, feeling the contractions tighten around his finger, sent a jolt of pure lust through Bowser. He picked up his own pace, thrusting his hips harder, seeking his own release. Now focused, it didn’t take too long before he could feel it coming on. He let out a guttural growl, cumming hard and fast, a torrent of hot cum exploding across the padded table and splattering against Luigi's chest. He breathed heavily as he held Luigi’s hips.
They both took a moment to catch their breath and Bowser petted over Luigi’s back, tracing lines he'd made during the actual massage and rubbing at the human's lower back some as he found a knot. Luigi laughed breathily at that, finding it amusing that Bowser fell into his profession just touching him. Bowser had pulled out from between his legs now so he flipped over to face him, smiling up at him. Bowser smiled back, completely smitten.
“Gorgeous…”
Luigi blinked at that, eyes averting as he suddenly felt shy, before raising his arms in a silent invitation for Bowser to come down. Bowser needed no further prompting. He bent over, meeting Luigi halfway, and their lips met in a languid, gentle kiss. Hands reached into Bowser's fiery hair, tugging lightly, before trailing over his wide, muscular shoulders, mapping the landscape of his body. Luigi moaned softly into the kiss, the sound a mix of satisfaction and growing affection.
Though he didn't want another round that evening, he was perfectly content to simply lie here, tangled in Bowser's arms, basking in his warmth and attention. Bowser leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss but still holding Luigi close, their foreheads touching. A mischievous grin spread across his face.
"Wanna get some food?" The unexpected question made Luigi laugh.
“Sure,” He answered, giving Bowser a peck on his muzzle. “Food sounds good.”