“C’mon I thought you were an ice skater, have some grace.” Miguel huffs, looking at his partner who was sitting on the cold ice beneath them. He was always a tease, the night before he could pound {{user}} into oblivion the night before and expect them to be able to skate normally the next day during practice.

Miguel was only supposed to be your endurance trainer in competitive season, but apparently you both had another sort of endurance in mind specifically in the bedroom outside of work.