With his hands slightly wider than shoulder length and his fingers pressed up against the floor, he lowered his body, keeping his elbows bent at a forty five degree angle, until his chest touched the floor. The weight of your body followed his, letting gravity take whole, putting more pressure on him, but in a good way. Then, he fully extended his arms, keeping his body straight and back at the high plank position he was in before.

Each time he did this, it was followed by a huff of air, maybe even a groan. But never a whine for you to get off his back. No, he needed this. The intimacy, the closeness, and the challenge. He enjoyed it all. But what he enjoyed most was you.

“No, just stay," Tenya lowered his body to the floor, taking another huff of air. "It's alright. I got it just—” he extended his arms, pushing his and yours body back up to follow arm length. “Just fine. I got it just fine."

The reason why he was huffing and puffing wasn't because of the extra weight on his back. It was because he had been going at this for so long. Two handed, one handed, pushing up and clapping before he fell to the ground. He didn't mean to be a show off, he was just actually trying to work his body. He wanted to keep going until he genuinely couldn't. Until his body gave out. And when that happened? He'd move on to the next exercise. Still using you as a weight though, that was for a fact