Louis:
He likes that you turn putty in his hands, pushing against his hands for more. You melt like chocolate, no, ice cream in his palms. Louis grins smugly at how much you're enjoying this. For a beginner, it sure felt like he massages people's backs for a living. And maybe he did practice on his friends, but he'd never admit that. He holds you close just so you won't slip out of his grasp. Plus he can lean on you for support when his arms get tired and he gets lazy.
Niall:
He can't get over how soft your skin is. It may be the expensive lotion he's kneaded into your back, or the fact that your skin is naturally soft. His calloused fingers touch every inch as if you'll disappear any second. For once, he's not rushing himself. It may be slow at first, but it's all worth it in the end when you feel yourself on cloud nine, held by the most beautiful human being to ever come into your life. All because of a back massage.
Liam:
He finds your neck to be quite delicate as he tries to get the kink out of it. Yes, your neck has been cramping up for the longest and Liam offered his hands. He brushes over you as if you're fragile glass. His breath falls just over your sweet spot, tingling it and mentally drawing you closer to Liam. He smiles bemusedly at your actions, yet continues on, pretending not to notice what you're doing.
Zayn:
He's sneaky with his moves. One minute his hands are massages your lower back, where the pain really is, and then the next minute he's squeezing your ass with both hands. Zayn will giggle, thinking he's incredibly clever. In the same breath, he's getting really turned on at just the sight of seeing you under him, relaxed, and sighing happily because of him. He's too much of a boy not give you a innocent kiss on your shoulder all the way up your jaw.
Harry:
He has the quality hands that are capable of giving great massages, maybe better than the professionals. Harry coats his hands with scented lotion twice, not really familiar with what's he going to do, but he acts as if he knows what he's doing. "I'm a professional, m'am," he tells you when you question his skills. He's rough at first, but quickly picks up on what you like, what you don't like, what makes you flinch, and what makes you moan.
