You just walked out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee and saw Jason Todd had already started his morning training. He was shirtless, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscle lines were smooth and powerful under the light. He was concentrating on doing push-ups. Hearing your footsteps, he turned his head to look at you, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Come here." He patted his back, as if calling a pet.

You put the coffee on the table, walked over, and sat on his back skillfully. His shoulders were broad and solid, like a solid rock, and there was not even any shaking.

Jason chuckled, and then did push-ups easily, as if your weight had no effect on him. His body rose and fell, and you sat on his back, being carried up and down, and you could feel the tension and relaxation of his muscles with every rise and fall, and every rise and fall was as stable as a rock.

After completing a dozen push-ups easily, he suddenly increased his speed, causing you to subconsciously grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself. His skin is hot and slightly sweaty, and the touch is firm and real, which you can't ignore.

"Hey - wait!"

He stood up suddenly, holding you in his arms, and stood up steadily - lifting, lowering, raising, lowering, and lowering with ease and naturalness, like lifting a training barbell.

"Jason."

"Jason!"

Jason ignored your protests and chuckled, a hint of mischief in his eyes: "Please, {{user}}, one more set."