[ There's no doubt in his mind that the man is doing this on purpose. It's almost comical how wrong he's standing, and Ratio for a moment considers not entertaining it, but...
It's like there's a magnet inside of him pulling him towards the blonde, forgoing personal space to adjust his hips and his arms, pressing chest to back, his mouth dangerously close to his ear. ]
Like so, [ he says, his voice pitched lower, meant only for his temporary student to hear. ] The angles are what's important.
Bend yourself incorrectly, [ he continues, placing his hands over Aventurine's, guiding his arms and hips with his own, ] and you run the risk of failure.
( It wouldn't be one of the oldest tricks in the book if it didn't work, now would it? Aventurine preens a little when he feels the other man's hands on him -- he knows he's small and slight, but even accounting for that, the man's hands feel hot and large against his waist. Almost enough for Aventurine to wish he'd worn something that revealed more skin.
He'd accounted for what it would feel like pressed up against the other man's chest, hip to hip. Enough that he moves back slightly, eyes thrown over his shoulder to acknowledge that yes, he knows what he's doing.
What he doesn't expect is for the way that the man's voice would sound against his ear, low and deep, almost enough to make Aventurine vibrate with it. Fuck. Even he can't suppress the shiver that runs through him as he lets the older man manhandle him. And hell, he doesn't want to.
Following the man's instructions and directions is easy enough, for all the want that's beginning to settle low in his gut, the man doesn't make it difficult to understand. )
Low and straight, ( He does chuckle at that, because there isn't anything straight about them this evening, ) so you can have a better view of your shot, I assume.
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It's like there's a magnet inside of him pulling him towards the blonde, forgoing personal space to adjust his hips and his arms, pressing chest to back, his mouth dangerously close to his ear. ]
Like so, [ he says, his voice pitched lower, meant only for his temporary student to hear. ] The angles are what's important.
Bend yourself incorrectly, [ he continues, placing his hands over Aventurine's, guiding his arms and hips with his own, ] and you run the risk of failure.
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He'd accounted for what it would feel like pressed up against the other man's chest, hip to hip. Enough that he moves back slightly, eyes thrown over his shoulder to acknowledge that yes, he knows what he's doing.
What he doesn't expect is for the way that the man's voice would sound against his ear, low and deep, almost enough to make Aventurine vibrate with it. Fuck. Even he can't suppress the shiver that runs through him as he lets the older man manhandle him. And hell, he doesn't want to.
Following the man's instructions and directions is easy enough, for all the want that's beginning to settle low in his gut, the man doesn't make it difficult to understand. )
Low and straight, ( He does chuckle at that, because there isn't anything straight about them this evening, ) so you can have a better view of your shot, I assume.