#//anyone else would be like ‘val wtf’ but yogi is like ‘nudity? bold. brave. I love it.’

[satanslittleyogi]

Yogi grinned gleefully at the enthusiasm with which Valentino accepted his gift. There was no better feeling for the imp than being the reason for someone’s brightened mood — and this? this mood shift within the moth overlord was a blissful tranquility that had banished a truly foul mood.

Crimson eyes widened almost comically as the velvety red wings of the moth sinner swept apart to reveal his naked form. Yogi was barely aware of the way that his gaze trailed up and down Valentino’s body as though in a trance — luckily, he snapped out of it soon enough, and collected his jaw from the floor. For the record, the shock didn’t stem from any kind of negative judgement. No way! Yogi would be the first to say that there was nothing shameful about nudity. Being naked nurtured a healthy relationship between the soul and it’s vessel. It’s just…uh, well, he wasn’t used to seeing someone naked on their first meeting. Well, unless they were, like, a one-night stand or something, but Val was a client.

“I have a good eye~” the sunny response was delivered with a bright grin. The imp then tilted his head to the side with bright-eyed curiosity, “culito” he repeated the word soft and slow, as thought testing it on his tongue, “…what does that mean?” Valentino had called him that a few times now, but his spanish left a lot to be desired.

Yogirt didn’t need to be told twice, merely dropping his notepad unceremoniously onto the couch and floating behind the fascinating man when beckoned. As soon as his eyes settled upon the jacuzzi, he practically swooned — little hearts appearing in the wisps of smoke above the candle on his head. “Woooooooow~” he muttered, running his fingertips across the ceramic perimeter, “…Val, it’s so beautiful~ my apartment only has a shitty shower that keeps dousing me in cold water mid-shower...” The memory sent a shiver rolling down his spine.

There wasn’t even a flicker of hesitation before delicate fingers unfastened his shirt, kicking off his platform boots and allowing all of his clothes fall to a heap on the floor. Yogi sunk into the water, a low moan vibrating in his chest as the warm water soothed his body. The delightful scent of roses wafting through his senses as he inhaled deeply. “Mmmm~ You know, in aromatherapy, the scent of rose is responsible for opening the heart chakra, which is the centre of self-love as well as love of others,” he info-dumped merrily.

Yogirt parted his lips with a thoughtful comeback lingering enticingly on his tongue — however, it was clear that he thought better of it and merely closed his mouth once more. The imp didn’t have the energy to defend himself from these laziness accusations…wait, fuck. That kind of proved Val’s point. Look, it wasn’t his fault that he was born with a naturally high level of spiritual tranquility. If that made him ‘lazy’ then so be it. It didn’t make him an unsatisfying lover, it just meant that he, sometimes, liked to focus more on giving emotionally supportive comments rather than putting his back into the physicality of the act. That was still a valid role~

There was a sense of satisfaction that swelled into Yogirt’s chest as saw how the pimp melted at the words. Brightly, he confidently wrote the words ‘likes praise’ on his list of observations. Massages were good, and for some people, nothing was better than a massaging of their ego.

Delicate hands clapped together softly in excitement as Valentino seemed to grow more enthusiasm for this whole arrangement. You know, maybe this wasn’t actually going to be as difficult as he’d originally thought — he should trust more in the universe’s plan. After all, he wouldn’t be in this position if he wasn’t entirely capable. “Exactly! an open-mind and exploration are key because the more you explore, the more you’ll realise… the universe doesn’t just exist around you—it exists within you.” Humming softly to himself, the imp began to rummage around in his heavy, tie-dye, tote bag: he pulled out a few objects and set them atop the side table “…we have so many options. Remember, keep what resonates and dismiss whatever doesn’t…” he began to explain, settling a candle, a bottle of scented massage oil, a valentino-sized necklace of purple, amethyst, beads.

“These are just to showcase a few options we have~” he hummed out as he lifted his warm, crimson, gaze back up to peer thoughtfully at Valentino. “I think you’d respond well to aroma therapy. Nicely scented candles work well to promote tranquility but similarly, massages that utilise aromatherapy can combine the physical and mental relaxation in a truly unique and powerful way.” Truly, one of the best ways to decompress and feel one with your body — and, importantly, in a way separate to sex. The imp then gestured to the necklace, “This is a gift. A token of our continued work together…the beads are amethyst, a crystal that promotes calming — and will look glamorous against your lavender skin~ Oh! and you can fiddle with the beads if you find yourself getting antsy.” Which, from what Yogirt had seen, was something that happened fairly frequently.