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TurkSwe: Stressed Out
When Berwald returned home, he saw Sadiq sitting at the dining room table, hills of papers in front of him. Sadiq's hands were trembling as he tossed another paper on the pile, before he clutched his head.
"Is everything alright?" Berwald asked.
Sadiq jumped before he stood up, knocking a bunch of the papers to the ground. The exact translation of the words Sadiq spat next were unclear, but Berwald knew them to be curses as Sadiq knelt down to pick up the papers again. Berwald came forward to help.
"What's wrong?" Berwald asked.
"Everything!" Sadiq said. "One of our clients decided to sue the company for malpractice, and I'm trying to figure out what went wrong. And then another client told us that we gave them the wrong stuff, and yet another one is telling us that there's a defect in their order. I'm trying to find out what happened with everything, but the more I see, the more problems I see, and the worst part is, my name is on all of these documents, even the ones I've never seen before, and I'm the one whose job is on the line if I don't fix this. And to make things worse, the auditors told us that the accounts don't add up, so there's going to be a major review, and with all of this, there's a good chance that I'm going to be the scapegoat."
Berwald frowned. He didn't know much of all of this, but he could see that Sadiq was dealing with far too much stress at the moment. He could barely stand, and he was clutching the chair for support.
"Sadiq, sit down," Berwald said. "And close your eyes."
"How's that going to help?" Sadiq snapped.
"Just trust me."
Sadiq grumbled, but thankfully he sat down. Berwald then placed his fingers on Sadiq's head, positioning his thumbs behind his ears, and gently started circling his fingers. Sadiq made a noise, but it wasn't unpleasant, and Berwald steadily started moving lower. When he felt a tight knot in Sadiq's neck, he kissed the Turk on the head while focusing on that spot. And as he moved even lower and came upon other tight spots, Berwald would give Sadiq soothing kisses. He smiled when Sadiq started to moan at the sensation.
"Are you feeling better?" Berwald asked.
"Y-yeah," Sadiq groaned. "I'm sorry for dumping all of that on you."
"Don't worry about it. Sometimes you need to get it all out of your system." Berwald kissed Sadiq on the head again before he pulled away. "I'll go make you some tea."
"I think I need something a lot stronger."
"While you're working, you're getting tea. Only when you're completely finished are you getting something stronger."
Berwald didn't need to look to know that Sadiq was pouting.
The prompt is: 'Imagine Person A, stressed out and barely able to stand straight. Person B catches on to A's stress and offers a massage. A accepts (Not necessarily immediately. A might be a prideful grump!), and B gets to work (relaxing oil optional). After some occasional pained grunting from the knots being ironed out, A is left in a blissful and relaxed state, complete with several kisses from B, lips or elsewhere.'