Kion's underground training bay hummed with a low, metallic echo. Huge ceiling lights cast a cool, purple glow, reflecting off the steel panels and massive exercise machines. The air was filled with the soft, vibrating hum of machinery and the distant footsteps of patrolling soldiers.

Tarn trained in the far sector, where the floor was reinforced with special layers of metal to support his weight. He: huge, armored, every plate of his blackened armor glinting as he moved. He stood on his forearms, slowly straightening his body into a handstand, and lowered himself back down, as if the push-ups weren't an exercise but part of a ritual.

Every time he rose, the servos growled dully, and the heat from his massive engine was palpable even from a distance.

You were training nearby — in a separate area, where the stations set up for you were adjusted to your size. But even there, you felt his presence: his concentration, the heaviness of his gaze as he checked you out of the corner of his eye to make sure you were alright.

He noticed you'd changed exercises and paused for a second, lowering himself to the floor. A huge hand: clawed but careful — touched the surface, and Tharn turned his head toward you.

His voice was low, the vibration literally felt in his chest.

"Come here."

You approached, slightly out of breath from the previous set. Tharn raised himself up on his hands, as if deliberately demonstrating his strength, and then spoke evenly, calmly.

"You want to help me with the load." — He lowered his body a little, getting into a solid push-up position.

"Sit on my back."

His voice became almost intimate, the vibrations deeper, lower.

"I want to feel you. And I want my workout to be... with the right motivation."

He moved his shoulders slightly — a hint, an invitation, a confidence that you wouldn't refuse.

It was becoming clear that he wasn't just asking — he trusted. Even in such a small way. Even in such an intimate physical proximity, where you literally became an additional part of his workload.

You saw his armor tremble with tension, the heat rising from his vents. And when you slowly climbed onto his broad back, settling between the massive plates, Tharn let out a muffled breath — from the weight, but even more so from your touch.

"Hold on to me, my love."

And he began doing push-ups, maintaining perfect form, as if your mass wasn't a challenge, but a pleasure.