Arataki Itto
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“So… what are these?” You asked. You were straddling his hips, your hands on his abdomen. His shoulders were up on the couch, his legs under him to support the two of you.
It was raining hard outside, so he had to improvise for his workouts. Which meant using you as a weight for the hip thrust section of it.
“Hip thrusts!” He grinned, as if he didn’t say one of the most.. suggestive things ever.
He placed his hands on your hips, then started the workout. He’d lower his hips a bit, then bounce them back up. Thrusting… his hips.