nana the coolest

“ h-hah, want you to… finger me.”

“ ehhh, nah, i don’t want to. my fingers are sore from painting ‘n stuff, you know?” failing to control himself, he bursts into laughter once you whip your head to shoot him your best glare, a pitiful attempt to intimidate him as your face is scrunched into a cute expression, if he does say so himself. “ kidding, kiiiiiding. you’re so cute when you’re mad; i’d tease you more if i wasn’t so eager to see you break apart on my fingers.”

your once-pouting lips open to a gasping shape as his middle and ring fingers stretched out in the expanse of your walls. your hips tremble as your upper body threatens to lunge forward, the intruders— and boy, were they long.

you had always admired rafayel’s fingers, weirdly so. wether they were dancing so delicately on a canvas, making a gourmet meal for you, or touching any part of your body, but you think you like them better when they’re inside of you, flexing against your sweet spot with little to no effort.

there’s not a moment when silence fills the air as the noises from your squelching cunt and moaning mouth come into tandem to sing a beautiful melody, one that sends traces of electricity to his purposefully neglected cock in the mixture. “ rafayeeeel! o-oh, feels so good already! don’ stop, don’t fuckin’ stop.”

“ what a mouth you have on you, honey. were you hiding all of this under that shy and quiet persona?” his free hand grips your jaw tightly, forcing your eyes trained on his duo colored ones, now dominated by a deep pink, showing that he is beyond hungry for you, although his words betray any trace of his print pushing against your lower back. his tongue dips out to suckle against your bottom lip, basking in your small whines, before he pulls you closer to madly kiss you. the combination of fingers driving you to a point of insanity and tongue refusing to leave any part of your mouth unexplored is overwhelming to you, barely allowing up with the domineering kiss.

“ it feels so gooood, gonna cum!” your trembling fingers find purchase in his clothed arms. in fact, he hadn’t taken a single article of clothing off from the gala you both had attended earlier, simply only instructing you to strip off your dress and sit on his lap while he makes your body weak with skilled precision.

“ thaaats right, cutie. that’s all i want; make a mess on my clothes like the needy girl you are.” his hand comes up to press against your throat, applying enough pressure to the sides where you’re more keenly aware of his fingers gliding inside of you. your body arches forward into a deep bend as he makes rapid contact with your g-spot, barely removing his digits half an inch away from the area.

he finger fucks you into submission— as if you weren’t already a simple minded wreck for him, and what he can give you. your moans somehow grow in volume, so loud that people at the front door of his exhibit can hear you without pressing an ear to the barrier, and deep down you wish someone was out there. listening to how rafayel claims you with flicking motions of his wrist, listen to how you surrender your body to him freely.

“ you’ve grown louder, somehow. i guess you just want everyone to hear how you’re husband is fucking this loud pussy, huh?” his hand once on your throat, comes up to cover your drooling mouth. “ well… too bad. your sounds are for my ears only, let’s focus on how your pussy is talking to me right now.”

his ministrations pushes up against your gummy g-spot, striking the sensitive area straight on for the nth time, leading to your powerful orgasm. your legs kick, hips twitch as your body leans forward while it feels like your energy has been drained from you— rafayel being to blame for it, although he’d accept his crime with that cat-like grin he always adorns around you. he huskily moans in your ear, feeling how your walls stutter in pulsing waves around him.

eventually, as your high wears off and overstimulation settles in, you slap his hands away, the action barely having malicious intent behind it but he heeds it anyway. pulling his now drenched fingers out your sopping heat with a ‘ pop’ he studies them, glimmering beautifully in the dimmed lighting.

“ quite the mess you’ve made. be a good girl and clean up after yourself, yeah?”

CALEB ☆

“ keep your eyes on the mirror, pips. look at how good my money is on you.” caleb gruffly whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the intensity of his stare and the weight of him lingering on your back. he currently has you stuffed to the brim inside of the shop’s changing room, as the lingerie you presented before him is scrunched underneath the mass of your breasts. one hand is caught around your chin, ensuring you make eye contact with your bent reflection, while the other one holds you close by your boob, pinching and rolling your nipple.

“ c-caleb! someone is going to hear!” you whimper. the sound echoes throughout the room, resonating in harmony with the sounds of your skin clapping against his with every throttling thrust. your breath hitches into a gasp as his dick parts your gummy walls to nudge your sweet spot and beyond, making stars of pleasure explode before your eyes.

sex with caleb is carnal and equally romantic. the last time your neighbors had overheard your lovemaking and stapled a note to your front door, you had tried to contain your moans during sex, but caleb was desperate to hear them, and you wanted to let them out so badly. so what did he do to solve the situation? tied you up and held a vibrator against your clit, until you were overstimulated and damn near screaming, and the neighbors knew his name as if they were long term friends.

“ you’re going to fast; someone is going to hear u—”

two thick fingers part your drool covered lips, pressing down on your tongue as you gag around the intruders. “ how naive; do you not know how loud you are? someone already heard us, dummy.”

if he wasn’t scrambling your brains like a god, you’re sure you would’ve turned around to hit him, square in the face. he chuckles, chest rumbling against your back; the vibrations make your legs wobbly, feeling akin to a baby calf. dark, lust-filled purple eyes study your jerking movements. his fingers push past your gag reflex, your eyes water while strangled sounds are punctuated by the velocity of his hips. “ tch. same girl who was worried about people hearing us, is now gagging on my fingers as if it were my cock.”

tears of bliss make your eyes sting, and you can’t help but to let them fall. how could you not? he’s been hitting every spot from the back, so deep and good that you’re convinced you’ll be limping by the time you leave this cramped room. caleb, the teasing man, takes notice of this, unfortunately. “ fuck… wait, are you cryin’? is your husband’s dick fucking you so good that you can’t help but to cry, huh? h-haaaah, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

he pulls the fingers once jammed in your mouth to wipe away your tears— if that were the case. instead, he smears your spit across your cheeks, pulling your head upright to be face to face with your reflection. black streaks of mascara now coat your shined cheeks, your mouth hangs open with drool and accompanied mewls falling from your swollen lips, and your eyes threaten to roll far back. it’s only been one round, but to say you were satisfied would be far from the truth, because of all your marathon sex with caleb you feel an insatiable hunger claw at your guts.

“ mmmfuck. d-don’t stop fucking me,” you hoarsely whisper, as the hand that once smeared your spit into your makeup, as if you were some slut, cups your throat, albeit gently despite the display of dominance. you hear a snort behind you before you recognize that he moved away from your boob to deliver a series of slaps against your sensitive skin.

“ that sounds like an order. but i don’t think dick drunk girls like you are in any position to demand me around.” each thrust is brutal than the last, bringing you close to a point of relief but not enough to climax. vaguely, you eye caleb’s figure in the mirror, and the dominant man is close to crumbling before you. his eyes greet you back, once bright purple eyes are twisted with a dark cloud of wicked lust, his kiss-bitten lips are in a strained kiss while his brown hair frames his chiseled face perfectly.

abruptly, he straightens his full height, pulling you even more closer and depending on his weight and your toes to keep your body upright as the new position your body is curved in let’s him explore untamed areas of your pussy even more freely. his mushroom tip pinpoints your sweet spot as its target— you swear that if it weren’t for your strength working with his you would’ve passed out, smacking face first into your mirroring reflection. “ but lucky for my girl, i already decided something for us.”

you’re shaking, body akin to a hunted animal, and caleb is the hunter. his cock reaches levels so snug against your walls that the outline of him is embedded in your belly, staring back at you from across the room. there are simply no words that can escape you, as he is fucking the wind out of you to chase his own pleasure, using your body as a real-life rag doll. “ since we barely have t-time, you’ll wait to cum for me at home, and fuck, will you look pretty doing it.”

“ n-no! wanna cum now—”

“ i’ll take care you, honey. mhm, i swear i will.” he whispers to himself rather than you, feeling his hips meet your ass in clumsy movements, silently hinting that he was close to cumming, and that you weren’t going anywhere until he was done stuffing you beyond repair. your hands desperately scramble to push against his lower body, but when he barely pays your awkward attempts to run away any attention, moving slightly backward to hold your arms behind your back, he completely renders you drunk and unable to run from his dick.

he brushes his lips against your earlobe, nippling on the cartilage as your walls shudder around him. “ but now? i want you walking around in my cum, not letting a dribble escape this pussy. i know you can do it; feel how tight you are around me.”

suddenly, his body stops. you feel him tug at your arms to bring you closer before a familiar sensation explodes from inside of you. in one go, he paints your exhausted walls with his cum, groaning freely in your ear as he does so. when you know he’s calmed down for sure, you focus on catching your breath, ignoring how his cock twitches until it grows soft for your sanity. caleb begins placing a variety of kisses on the side of your neck before he greets your mouth.

he pulls out of you with a pop, simply sliding the crotch part of the torn lingerie over your whimpering slit. “ theeeeere we go, promise me not to spill any? good girl, let’s get you cleaned up. and don’t forget to wave at the receptionist when we leave.”

that asshole.

XAVIER ☆

“ starlight… you’re already a mess, and i haven’t even entered you yet.” xavier groans, your legs are sprawled over his broad shoulders, opened in a ‘ v’ shape as the mushroom tip of his cock glides through your folds with ease due to your waterfall of arousal. he slaps his dick against your gushing pussy, chuckling darkly as you squirm away for purchase but fail to do so. pressing a kiss to your ankle that cools the skin there, he measures his cock over your mound, something carnal clawing at his guts once he realizes how deep he’ll be inside you once he bottoms out. “ if you can barely take it when i tease you, how will you take it when i finally fuck you?”

you whine, thighs shaking as they are hoisted up around him, pointed nails digging into the sheets as obscene mewls fall from your glossed lips. “ xavi, stop teasing and f-fuck me!”

“ good job at using your words. promise not to run away?” like he’d let you if you could. xavier wasn’t the one to share at all or let the things he claimed make him lose his grasp on control. wether it’s covering his plate whenever you reach over to steal a bite, or folding you into a deep mating press— a position that lets the person above you take control and render you helpless. he guides his tip away from your belly button, a spot to measure how deep he would be inside you. his hardened cock teases your skin, trailing all the way down until he makes contact with your fluttering hole. there, he pumps halfheartedly, forcing your mewls of anticipation return before they trail off into a gasp as he bottoms in, snugly inside you. “ buuut, i do like this sound from you better.”

your collective lustful sounds alone paint a perfect picture of what you two are doing. his hands hold your twitching hips down to the bed, stabilizing them before he leans over your body, pushing your knees to your chest and knocking his tip against your tender cervix.

“ oh my goooood! you’re too deep, fuck! can f-feel you in my brains.”

“ how flattering, but you told me to ‘ stop teasing and fuck me!’” he mocks your voice, grinning above you as you’re still struggling to take him fully. experimenting, he pulls back slowly, just to thrust back into you with a force that contradicts his gentle nature. your expression twists into salaciousness as he manages to hit your sweet spot and beyond with one calculated thrust. xavier loved studying your beautiful expressions, the way your lips would coil into a soft pout or how your eyes would roll back from the extreme overload of pleasure. “ so don’t complain about me being too deep. just lay back like my pretty girl and take everything i give you, per your demand.”

although your moans are broken up by the force of his hips, they don’t falter a note in sound, as all his inches pivot and fuck you into a moaning mess. from above you, drinks in the sight, akin to finding water in the desert. from your crude twisted face, your jiggling boobs bouncing in clockwise motions before he creeps his stare lower to find his cock peeking back at him from within.

his length makes your belly bulge; all nth inches of him mark their imprint inside you. a hand pushing down on your stomach snaps you out of your horny state, or it brings you further into it— you can’t tell. “ mmmfuck, what’re you doing?”

“ you take me so well, far better than i expected. can’t you feel me?” he pants, dark debauchery swirling inside his cerulean eyes. he gives a tentative thrust that rocks your body, moaning purely when most of his cock is swallowed by your moistened folds, reappearing only to bulge through your stomach again.

your glassy eyes widen, fingers scratching angry scratches lines down his muscular back, which will surely overfill his smug demeanor with pride. xavier’s big— it’s easily forgettable when he hides his build behind oversized hoodies or sweatpants almost daily, but at times like this, you realize how easily his size can engulf you.

your shriek out his name when he abuses that spot that makes you weak with frightening severity, as if he was building you up to take you back down again. your skin briefly sticks against his every time his agile hips come in contact with yours, his heavy balls thwacking on the available part of your cunt. each maddening stroke leaves you yearning for more, questioning how further he can break you in like it’s nothing.

“ r-right thereeee, xavier! don’t stop, don’t stop!” your pussy is constantly producing noises of compelling fervor, and he drinks up every single sound, between your mouth and pussy. his rhythm is enough to push you to your orgasm alone, but with assistance he brings his thumb down to your beaten region. his new victim is your clit where he draws sloppy but focused circles on your stimulating bundle of nerves. “ yeeeees, gonna cum for you.”

“ likeeee this, star?” he shudders softly against the soft shell of your ear, licking at it while he was currently fucking your body limp. your body begins to clamp up, anticipating your orgasm clawing at your guts; you want it to take over all your senses. xavier’s hips are attentive, finding his steady and perfect angle to run through you excitedly. you feel his plump cock prod against your g-spot while his thumb rolls and flicks your clit in side-to-side and up-and-down motions until you’re cumming around him. hardly. brain too fogged to realize the squirts of water flying from all directions out your pussy, staining the already wrangled sheets below, and his pelvis. “ fuck, i guess it is, huh? your pussy is such’a back talking mess for me.”

the sight alone is enough to drive xavier to his unexpected release as well. copious amounts of cum flow freely from your staggering walls, joining in with your juices to make an even bigger mess on the bed below. although in his sensitive state, xavier doesn’t ignore the gnawing feeling of you wasting his fluid.

he softly pulls out of you, not allowing you or your spent cunt a moment of relief before he’s back to plugging two thick fingers in the grippy walls. “ be good, and don’t waste a drop. even while we’re sleep, think you can do that for me?”

you shake your head no but he ignores you, pressing a grounding kiss against your thigh.

ZAYNE ☆

“ my love, you promised you’d be quiet, but i’m sure everyone on this floor can hear you…” zayne breathes out against your ear, his warm breath against your clammy skin making every part of you shudder around him.

the scene of you and linkon’s infamous surgeon was something to behold: his pants were halfway down his thighs, his pristine white coat shredded somewhere on the floor of his office while he had your much smaller body pressed against the walls. his glasses clung for purchase on the dip of his nose while his hair was nothing short of tangled due to your feverish hands.

“ z-zayne! i can’t help it; you feel s’good.” you refuse to take blame in your volume— curse zayne and his expert of a cock. you hadn’t planned for your husband to fuck you in the hospital of all places. all you did was bring his lunch to him, while also wearing a sundress, one with a beautiful design and the back of it missing. okay, maybe you did plan it… but it’s not your fault. it’s been ages since you and zayne had been intimate; curse curiosity for wanting to see how much his resolve can hold. “ mmfuck, you’re sooo deep; please don’t stop.”

“ on top of being exceedingly loud, you’re also demanding for someone who’s breaking apart around me.” contrasting his words, his hips don't slow their tempo; they keep their pace even going faster as his length pushes past the loose opening of your sopping entrance, forcing the tip of his dick to be snug in your heated womb before pulling out to repeat the procedure. in fervent sync, you clench around him, desperately clinging on to what he can give you, which he feels right against his narrow tip all the way down to his base. “ you’re soaking for me… is this normal to do knowing we have people around?”

funny, that seems like a question he should ask himself rather than you, considering how you did your best to warn him about the time and place in which he washed away all your worries with just a few pecks from your mouth to your neck.

“ fuck, fuuuck!”

you squeal out, legs and walls tightening around his broad body, breath hitching in your chest as the head of his cock strokes against your g-spot— getting the reaction he seemingly wanted, he drives his hips forward with a new motive to break you apart. your head sinks back to the sturdy wall, allowing you to voice your pleasure even bolder. you can feel him smile against your neck where his face is pressed, rearranging your insides without a falter while knowing how sensitive you can be, almost as if he wanted you louder. “ wanna c-cum! zaaayne, don’t stop!”

“ hmmm… not this quick.”

famous last words. you barely process you’re in a different spot in the room until you’re plopped unceremoniously on the desk, gasping softly as he swipes all contents off with a smooth motion of his arm, darkened hazel eyes never leaving yours as he stands his full height while untying his tie.

“ don’t look at me all confused like that. be a good girl, lay back and spread your legs for me. wider. don’t act like you don’t want it.” finally, his tie disconnects from the collar of his shirt, before finding its new place in your wet mouth, truly setting in stone how brutal he plans on fucking you. scarred hands throw your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to emphasize the staggering size difference before he sinks back into you. and oh, if you thought he felt deep from the last angle you’ll have to come up with a new word to describe this depth. your expression twists in delight; despite the fabric being shoved into your mouth you still voice your passion, hands clinging for purchase on the edges of the desk that rock forward with his estimating lower body. “ there, you’re much cuter when quiet.”

within a few swift strokes, zayne has you falling apart on his dick, all over again. strong, rigid hands grip at your bouncing tits, pooling over the fabric of your chest before painting your skin sensitive with stinging slaps to the side of your ass. meanwhile, with your legs, you cross them over his lower back, pulling him closer and impossibly deeper— lust connecting more meaningful beyond the surface.

each thrust is somehow deeper than the last and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s given your cervix kisses. zayne’s cock is deranged— wasting no time to introduce itself to all the sensitive spots in your gummy walls that make you gush around him.

“ even with my tie, you still can’t help but to be loud. shhh, you hear her?” soaking, is one perfect word to describe your pussy and the base of his cock, your cunt leaving a ring of essence around his length that momentarily disappears with every jab forward. his voice pitches deeper and lower, even trembling with every sloppy motion. his adam apple bobs vigorously to rid him of the striking moans that he wants to let out, unable to do so because you’ve beaten him to it already earlier. one curve to your sweet spot has your hands flying down to keep him there, your own hips bucking in circles as you fuck back against him while chasing the bridge you want to cross oh so badly. “ right there? that spot always makes you weak. hah, keep ridin’ it, juuust like that.”

he’s whispering filthy praises into your ears, salaciously lapping at the spit that seeps from the sides of your open mouth with his tongue, before it goes after the tears that you didn’t even know you shed. zayne’s dick is the reason you’re out of touch with reality right now. you’re whimpering, sounding akin to a broken record as you’re being gradually pushed to the brink of your release. it’s an edging taste that you can almost chart out on your tongue.

and once you do come, your body is nothing more than a hysterical mess. back arching into a flexible bend as you throw your head back, your thighs twitch to life where they’re folded over his muscular shoulders while your hips try to back away from the overstimulation settling in, which his hands pin them down in place.

“ don’t run from it; take it all. it’s obvious that you’ve been wanting— mmmph, t-this.” zayne huffs heavily, gingerly nipping at the prominent curve of your throat as you come down from your exhilarating high. devastatingly, his hips slow down to a stop, although all nth inches of him are still buried snug in your expanded warmth. still, you babble incoherent murmurs while he pulls stained tie from your mouth, granting you your dry breath back, stark contrast to the cold room. “ are you alright, my love?”

“ f-fuck, i am. just… give me a moment.”

“ take as much time as you want. my break still isn’t over and you’ll need it for the next position.”

SYLUS ☆

“ mmph, i can’t tell if you like it or not. do you mind being louder for me, sweetie?” sylus mocks, muffled words you never thought would be said by the man who is eating you out so well. you lean your head down to throw a glare at him, which loses all heat behind it as your eyes can barely focus before rolling to the back of your head. your moans ring louder as they echo around the bedroom where sylus has you sat against his face, the fact that he can even manage to talk should be a wonder due to how energetically you buck against his mouth. “ can you tell me how good it feels? or are you too far gone to do so?”

“ it’s evident ‘m not suffocating you enough.” you mumble, pussy lifting off his face just an inch while you yank his head backward by the hair— not that he minds. his mouth is slick with your arousal, left eye a faint glowing red as his chest grumbles from the loss of contact with his favorite meal, you being the meal of course. his balmy breath grazes your sensitive heat as his body rises with feral pants. “ or maybe you’re just using your mouth for the wrong use. don’t tease me; you forget you begged me for this.”

“ i guess my kitten is fussy tonight, hm? a girl with a begging pussy and a mean mouth is a rare thing.”

“ sylus!”

“ i get it, kitten, i do. now are you going to let me make you cum? or do you want to complain about me some more?” he dryly drawls, predicting your complaints and quieting them like he’s always done. a thick thumb parts your puffy, wet folds, smirking smugly when your hips twitch in his hold as your head leans back. and as expected, you sink back down with unwavering anticipation, instantly moaning at the contact of his bumpy nose bridge pressed against your erect clit, twitching him eager hellos. you feel his chuckle before you hear it, eagerly egging you to ride his nose completely. “ good girl, don’t hold back.”

“ h-hah, feels so goood, sylus!” you gasp, his flat tongue flickering against your dripping slit. you taste so sweet, so earthy; a flavor required for him and him only. dark, sluggish eyes stare at your moving body on top of him, silently observing the way how your body twitches as your clit grinds desperately against the ridge of his nose bridge, which soon changes to you chasing the feeling of him slurping at your hollow hole.

the dry air surrounding you is suddenly sparked with a roaring intensity of want which you can feel your orgasm steadily increasing. you tug on his silver locks of hair, which are now tangled and matted by the restless pursuit of your hands— it would be a bold lie if sylus said that he didn’t get aroused by you bossing him around, from mundane things to fisting his hair for balance as you buck wildly into his mouth as if he can’t easily overpower you without breaking a sweat— not that he would ever without your consent. despite how much he ragebaits you with his sassy mouth, the last thing he’d want to do is to hurt you in any way.

“ gonna cum, sylus. wanna cum s’bad, please.” your eyes trail into the back of your head, a risqué expression as the wet muscle in his mouth squirms past your tight walls, creating lewd pressure against your tender g-spot. your trembling thighs press together, squeezing his face in the process— not that he’d mind at all, considering that he’s in his own personal heaven from your gushing pussy feeding his uncontrollable thirst and your sweet voice that usually curses him, singing sweet melodies for half of the N109 zone to hear. “ f-fuck! did your tongue grow… longer? y’re such a freak, mmmfuuuck, r-right there!”

“ i’m not the only freak here, sweetie. you haven’t stopped riding my nose since; don’t back down now.” your weak limbs threaten to give out from overstimulation as the new waves of pleasure cloud your mind from thinking straight. the strain pools at the bottom of your stomach, coming to the surface every time your pearl grinds down and his tongue presses against your gummy walls. “ i feel her pulsing around me. you’re so needy… so wet. you’ll paint my face in your pretty cum, won’t you?”

you nod eagerly, not trusting your voice to speak any words, but sylus gets the hint as your cunt does all the talking for you.

“ i’m cloooose! fuck, ‘m gonna cum, sy. not gonna last.” your back deeply arches, until it’s almost hovering off his face, but he wouldn’t let you get that far anyway. his hands yank you back down, clutching your soft hips in a vice-like grip as the hood of your clit catches against the tip of nose. the pleasure races sparks up your spine, and you focused your hardened pearl there to chase after the feeling until you cum— which was guaranteed to be soon.

“ ‘nd that’s all a man could ask for; i want it all.” the coil in your stomach snaps abruptly and you’re cumming. hard too. painting his nose and mouth in your lecherous fluids as the feeling almost blinds you. the screams fall to your mouth and straight to sylus’ cock, straining against his slacks with unnoticed need which he buried to continue lapping you through your orgasm, lust swelling with love in his hooded red eyes as you ride the rest of your high down before the feeling begins to overwhelm you. “ thaaat’s it. make a mess on your husband’s face; such a messy girl for me.”

your vision along with the rest of your senses return back to you. you look down between your thighs to see sylus pressing soft kisses into your meaty flesh, which you now realized he covered with small love bites. moving off of his face, you come down to greet him with a kis— more teeth and tongue than it is lips while your hand creeps down to cup him through his slacks.

His skates like the world bends to the flow of his hands. Whenever he performed, his audience was mesmerized. The rink fell silent, almost like a siren luring her victims.

And somehow, he became my coach.

I stand up after tying up my laces, twisting my ankles around a little. "Heyyy, cutie."

Right, I forgot to mention. He was also entirely different from the untouchable beauty on the rink once you know him personally. I turn towards him.

"I don't think coaches are supposed to call their students that." He pouts, following behind me on the rink.

"They do when they have a favorite student."

"I'm your only student."

"Exactly." He grins, leaning against the railing with one arm as he watches me stretch. His expression quickly turns serious, but that air of playfulness still lightly clung to him.

"So, what are we training today? I think doing spins is a good idea, your form wasn't great last time."

I hum. He was right, I still struggle a little with the spins. I've been trying to get a layback spin for a while now. A bit ambitious, but I'm oddly drawn to the idea of gazing up at the lights as I spin around. If I tell Rafayel the dizziness is the part I look forward to the most, he'd probably scold me.

I stretch my arms one last time before setting off. I glide a few laps around the rink before coming back next to him, taking a deep breath.

"Spot your balance point," he advises. "Once you find that, lead with your chest, not your chin."

I repeat his advice in my head before gliding forward. I do a three-turn and shift onto the edge of one foot, using it to push into the spin. My body slowly lowers as I extend my leg. I feel my knees tremble a little. No, I have to do it this time. I quickly arch back, trying to lift my chest as Rafayel instructed, but I fall back on my chest. I click my tongue in annoyance.

"You're rushing it." Rafayel offered me his hand, smiling at me. Was he mocking me? I furrow my brows.

"Because I lose my balance if I don't." I snap back. It landed a little harsher than I meant.

His hand leads mine closer to him, and he turns me around, my back against his chest. He brings both his hands to my waist, making me gasp quietly.

"Here. This is where your balance lives. Your hip is pulling you off center, but don't bend from your waist—"

His left hand glides from my waist to my back, stopping in the end and pressing one point.

"—From here. Feel the difference? The arch aligns better," his voice lowered, almost to a murmur.

I'm probably imagining this. I am, aren't I? I need to focus.

His hands continue their journey to my shoulders and blades, gently correcting my posture.

"Keep your chest lifted."

"I-I did," I say, my voice coming out as a murmur as well. I clear my throat. God, that was embarrassing.

I hear a faint giggle, and I turn my head to look at him sideways.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"I am," he admits, his hand falling down my arm. "You look all flustered. Is this how a student should behave with their coach?"

Oh, I knew that tone. His voice was dripping with tease. So I wasn't imagining it then.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You said keep your chest lifted, then?"

I try to stir the subject back to the training. To the whole reason his hands were on me. He hums, squeezing my upper arms.

"Not rigid. Your arms should guide the spin, not choke it."

He moves my arm around, his hand falling all the way down to my hand. I close my eyes for a moment. I need my music to really put this theory to the test. But he doesn't allow me that much time. His hand guides mine to turn around in an effortless spin.

"Think like… you're reaching for something you can't touch."

"Something I can't touch," I whisper again. "Is that how you learnt it too?"

He nods, sliding back a little to put some distance between us.

"I used to imagine you up there as I spin around."

I roll my eyes, turning away from him as I prepare to put his words to practice. "We didn't even know each other back then." I hear no response, but I can feel him smiling.

"Don't fight it, cutie, your body knows the movement. The second you tense, you lose it."

I take a deep breath and try again.

And again. And again. But by the 4th or 5th time, I managed to nail it. A quick turn and an arch low, my hands almost feeling the rink. The music was so beautiful. The lights blinded me in the most pleasant way. The arch in my back hurt deliciously. Rafayel's cheers were melodious.

Rafayel's voice was melodious.

"You did it! See, it wasn't hard!"

I stood straighter again, and the moment I did, his hand held mine. He was smiling. His smile was pleasant-sounding as well.

"Your music is beautiful." I blurt out. Fuck, that sounded too weird. He tilts his head, smiling a little, amused. "My music?"

"No, I mean.. I meant your advice. Your— your style of.. of skating, and all."

His hand reaches for my cheek, caressing it. Perhaps it was the rush of the moment, perhaps it was some untangled feelings I held for him, or perhaps it was just the lighting, but his touch felt tender. It felt warm and alive. His eyes were kind. And his smile was soft.