Without checking the time, Luca could've sworn they'd been there for ages.
Because each slow inspection that felt like a caress took so long that the guide thought he'd pass out.
Not long because he was repulsed, but long because Xavier would use just the right amount of force to keep him in a very odd state of awareness.
Just like now.
Xavier's hand slid from Luca's upper back to his arm, fingers curling lightly as he guided the shorter man's elbow to bend. From behind, he traced the crease of the joint with slow, deliberate pressure, his thumb following the inside seam of the suit.
"Here," he murmured, voice low against Luca's ear, "the pull will affect your precision. Especially when you lock or extend your arm under strain." His palm pressed forward, keeping Luca's elbow bent so the suit tightened around the area.
Luca's breath hitched. "I… see…" His voice was already thin, the heat crawling up his neck making it hard to think.
"Good. Keep your arm like that."
