i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Instinctively as he feels the Maverick's leg wrap around him, his hand drops to the ancient's thigh, clutching at it to hold him steady. "And what way is that?" The aviator wonders, his confusion belayed by the hands suddenly guiding his own. For all the ways in which Everest had been changed, he was still fundamentally a kind and gentle soul such that the descriptions his teacher was offering him made little sense at first.
"So not just about..about how strong your grip is, or...or how hard it all is?" The aviator wonders, the words sounding a touch rhetorical as his mind tries to make sense of what the instructions could mean.
"Used...used for...my benefit?" He wonders, and as he does, his grip of the ancient's hips seems to change. Instead of trying to mould his hands around Danta's body in a way he thought the other man would find pleasing, instead Everest's fingers merely anchored themselves into his skin merely so that the aviator could achieve a better purchase with which to pull their bodies together.
"So not just about..about how strong your grip is, or...or how hard it all is?" The aviator wonders, the words sounding a touch rhetorical as his mind tries to make sense of what the instructions could mean.
"Used...used for...my benefit?" He wonders, and as he does, his grip of the ancient's hips seems to change. Instead of trying to mould his hands around Danta's body in a way he thought the other man would find pleasing, instead Everest's fingers merely anchored themselves into his skin merely so that the aviator could achieve a better purchase with which to pull their bodies together.
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