Law places most of the towels on the bed. He brought them up to keep the oil off the covers mostly. He folds two (one to be place under Itachi's ankles to support the lower back and the other for underneath his forehead to keep his neck straight) and moves the pillow, so when Itachi lies down, it will be under his breastbone, so the spine will be comfortably straight and aligned.
That done, he gets the ninja to lie down, face first, and once he's settled, he takes the last towel and drapes it over him, tucking it into the waistband of Itachi's pants. Oil's a bitch to get out of silk and this should prevent the remaining clothing from being stained.]
Hey. Just let me know if I do anything during this that makes you uncomfortable or is painful alright?
[There's the pop of a cork and the scent of something spicy hitting the air. Cloves, cinnamon, sandalwood. Law pours a little into his cupped palm, and rubs it between his hands to warm it.
Then he moves over to the man on the bed, and begins to spread and work it into the skin of the back with light, even strokes. He pays particular care to the neck and the shoulders with his preparations, working around the base of the wings delicately, mindful of the sensitivity of the area.]
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Law places most of the towels on the bed. He brought them up to keep the oil off the covers mostly. He folds two (one to be place under Itachi's ankles to support the lower back and the other for underneath his forehead to keep his neck straight) and moves the pillow, so when Itachi lies down, it will be under his breastbone, so the spine will be comfortably straight and aligned.
That done, he gets the ninja to lie down, face first, and once he's settled, he takes the last towel and drapes it over him, tucking it into the waistband of Itachi's pants. Oil's a bitch to get out of silk and this should prevent the remaining clothing from being stained.]
Hey. Just let me know if I do anything during this that makes you uncomfortable or is painful alright?
[There's the pop of a cork and the scent of something spicy hitting the air. Cloves, cinnamon, sandalwood. Law pours a little into his cupped palm, and rubs it between his hands to warm it.
Then he moves over to the man on the bed, and begins to spread and work it into the skin of the back with light, even strokes. He pays particular care to the neck and the shoulders with his preparations, working around the base of the wings delicately, mindful of the sensitivity of the area.]