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T'challa sat up in his bed shirtless looking at his tablet trying to make sense of all the meetings that he has missed due to the injury he has gotten. Lying next to him at the edge of the bed was his husband M'baku shirtless massaging T'challa feet.
T'challa stressed out: These numbers aren't making sense!? The shipment should have been here hours ago!? What is Shuri doing?! M’baku then puts a little more pressure on T'challa foot. T'challa trying not to whine death stares M’baku as M'baku gives him a malicious grin back.
M'baku: You know she is in her lab working on another project.
T'challa replies: I am about to call her and give her a piece of my mind. M’baku get up and walks to the door of the room and opens it. T'challa stares at his wide muscular back with awe while taking quick glances at the tablet.
M'baku shouts out the door: Bring us lunch in 30 minutes, I have the tofu yabeh dish....and my husband will have... Domoda dish, ..thank you.
T'challa: You could have called them to let them know instead. M’baku walks over to the dresser and opened up a drawer.
M'baku: That would be less fun. Closing the drawer M’baku walks over to T'challa.
M’baku: and you need a break, your brain is so fried, I can see the fumes escaping through your ears. M’baku snatches the tablet and throw it to a nearby chair. T’Challa shocked was about to scream at him but was interrupted when M’baku grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down against the mat of the bed. T'challa was about to push himself up but he suddenly felt the weight of his husband hand on his back.
M’baku: Down M’baku said with a deep voice. T'challa finally laid his stomach down on the bed and relaxed. He can hear his husband rub his hands together and then applied pressure on his upper back muscles. As M’baku moved his callous fingers at T’Challa back T’Challa starts to smell the sweet scent from his husband fingers. M’baku must have gotten the coconut butter from the drawer when he got up. Once M’baku gotten to T'challa mid back he gave up his will to get back up.
T'challa: oh, that nice. You can see the smile slowly creep up on M’baku face once he sees his husband finally relaxed. M’baku starts to move his thumb in circles slowly down T’Challa back. Lifting up one of his hands he slowly pulled down T’Challa trousers.
T'challa: hey now! M’baku: relax! I know you're still in recovery but, that doesn't mean I can see what I have been missing. M’baku strips T’Challa of his trousers and decides to just touch his butt. T'challa allowed five minutes of this because he knows that him being hurt had stop happy adult fun time with his husband. After the five minutes T'challa turned his head back to glance at his husband
T'challa: Are you finish? M’baku then just stop in his track and lower himself on his husband back. As he is putting his whole-body weight down on him, he kisses the back of his neck. T'challa knows his husband care about him very much and is happy that he using this time to recover. M’baku rolls over to his back laying right next to his husband. They just stare at each other.
T'challa: If you keep giving massages like that then I have to get injury more often
M’baku: No, there's no use of a king if he is always broken. T'challa grabs the back of M’baku neck and pushes his head towards his as he leans forward planting a kiss on his lips. M’baku kisses back with passion humming with enjoyment. After seven minutes of kissing there was a knock on the door.
Guard: Your Majestics I have your food ready here, would you like me to come in? T'challa flustered tried to speak but before he could M’Baku spoke: leave it by the door I am coming. M’baku got up off the bed and smack T'challa butt cheek with full force open palm style and hurried to the door. T'challa tried so hard not to scream with pain.The End.