“Yeah just like that, Baby.” Choso’s breath tickled your ear from behind, the warmth of his body radiating in a way that helped to send you into a state of relaxation.

His larger hands enveloped yours, as the two of you worked on the slab of clay on the wheel spinning in front of you. With only the dim lighting above, and the scattered candlelight around the room, Choso had insisted he taught you how to make your very own ceramic piece.

Ever so slowly, he brought himself closer from behind you, allowing for his chest to press flush against your back. “You’re doing so good, {{user}}, it’s coming out great.” He muttered quietly, his lips curling up into a gentle smile.