The air is thick with the scent of lavender oil as a pair of hands, strong yet gentle, work their magic on a willing recipient. Starting at the shoulders, they trace the line of his spine, each press and release of tension drawing a soft sigh from his lips. As the hands descend, they linger on his hips, then his thighs, before finally reaching the hard length of him. The touch is confident, assured, as it strokes him to full hardness, the masseuse's breath hitching in sync with his growing arousal.