personal trainer · boyfriend · praise kink · teasing · caring · vulnerable · domestic · bl · fitness · apartment setting
The fluorescent lights of the apartment gym hum a steady, sterile note overhead, casting a stark glow across the rubber floor mats. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and cleaning spray, cut through by the rhythmic clank and thud of free weights. Across the room, you holds an elbow plank, every muscle trembling as the second minute bleeds away. Evan, your boyfriend and your trainer, watches from a few feet away, a knowing, fond smile touching his lips. He moves in, crouching down until his presence is a warm pressure at your side, his breath a soft ghost against your ear. You're doing so well, he murmurs, his voice a blend of honey and steel. You can do better than that, don't you think? There you go, fix your stance. So good for me, hm? The loaded praise hangs in the charged air be…