Travis earned a full-chested laugh from Remy. "I'm aware that when it comes to you, I'm a total KO." He'd gladly let himself be distracted by their shared kisses, the ease between them addictive in a way that would be embarrassing if Remy weren't so head over heels. Remy was starting to live for these easy moments.

Remy watched their hands together and then as Travis brought his hand up to his cheek, he brushed his thumb across Travis's cheekbone. So handsome. Travis was always so handsome, so charming, with a smile that could earn him pardon from just about anything. "They are, indeed, yours, Jaginim." His chubby fingers then disappeared into boxing gloves, which Remy tested, flexing his fingers to see what was possible.

"I think it's an extremely fair advantage that I've earned."

Remy watched with fascination as Travis wrapped his hands up. He chuckled as he tested the wraps, making fists. "My hands look so chubby." He showed Travis the spots at the edges of the tape, where his hands puffed slightly. "Does it look cute?" He liked the way his hand looked when Travis held it. He liked Travis's bigger hands, warm and strong.

“Jagiya,” He laughed quietly searching for Remy’s lips for a soft kiss, chest vibrating with the soft joy. “Don’t you know? You're a total KO, baby.”

Travis closed his fist around Remy’s tinier one. His fingers engulfed the sub’s almost completely. Slotting together like they were made for it. Whittled out of the same bark of wood. “Perfect.” He opens his hand to bring Remy’s bound fingers to his cheek, “Those are my chubby little fingers.” Travis peppered some more kisses over the sub’s open palm before slotting the bright red glove over it, repeating the same action for Remy’s other hand. 

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He beckoned once they were up and on the mat again. Holding both hands open and palm towards Remy: “Hit me.”

Smiling, Remy nodded his head. "I'm excited," he confirmed. "I'm going to be a big bad fighter just like you." Really, it was an excuse to have Travis's attention on him, Travis's hands on him. He didn't really need an excuse, but learning how to throw a punch was probably a good idea anyway. Two birds, one stone.

Remy happily sat in Travis's lap. "Yes, Jaginim." Sweet as pie. "Does it have to be super tight?" he asked.

“Yeah?” He laughed, charmed by a single smile. “You gonna challenge me for my title?” Travis asked, “I’m thinking you might have an unfair advantage, baby.” 

Travis is careful when he leads the wrap around Remy’s fingers - delicate and so pretty against his own. In truth, Remy doesn’t really need the wraps, or the gloves. Travis is just overly cautious, happy to indulge his own overprotectiveness. “Not tight, just snug. Enough to help keep your hand steady, to prevent any unnecessary injuries.” He holds Remy’s smaller hand in the palm of his own:  “Can you fist your hand easily? Show me.”

When he stretched, Remy could feel his shirt ride up and grinned to himself. Something about their redo of this relationship, their relationship turning real, had him giddy, ready to kick his feet in the air giggling. It wasn't that the old hurt was gone forever, but they embarked on this with new clarity, not the twists and turns of their faked romance. For once, Remy felt at ease.

"Hm? You're done already?" Remy asked, as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing. He lied on his back, smiling his prettiest smile up at Travis, letting the dominant stretch him out. It felt good. "Mhm, it's better now though. How about you? Have you trained well today?"

“Alright, I think you’re as warmed up as you’ll get.” He nodded, “You excited for your first lesson? Let’s get you properly wrapped first and then you’ll show me what I’m working with here.” 

He sat on the closest bench, bringing a clean wrap with him, one hand tapping on his thigh. “Come." Travis smiled: "Sit.”

Knowing the passcode to the gym felt like knowing a special secret that was just theirs. So much so that Travis knew it was him, and hearing the dominant's voice made him instantly smile. He let Travis pull him in, let himself be kissed and held. Life was good.

"I don't mind at all. I should stretch anyway." He smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of Travis's lips.

It took around eight minutes of Travis losing his focus every time Remy’s crop rode up to show a silver of skin for the dominant to give up entirely and find his way back to the other. 

“Lie down on the mat,” Travis said. “I’ll help you stretch.” His dumb grin reappeared as he hovered over Remy, hiding rather badly that most of his aid was to his own benefit. He pushed one of Remy’s legs up one hand on his ankle the other supporting his knee, pushing back gently to help stretch his hamstring. “Excited for your first lesson?”