Benard's feet were still planted apart, knees bent forward. 

His heels, however, faced outward, lifted slightly, while the fronts of his feet angled inward, toes fanned out.

This naturally put some tolerable pressure on the hollows of his ankles.

His torso was dipped, his right forearm now resting on the mat horizontally, its elbow tucked outward, fingers curled up into a fist.

His left hand was outstretched, palm planted on the floor, with only the pinkie and thumb splayed. The elbow slightly bent outward each time his chest heaved forward.

Lucas' grip on his chum’s hips was no joke; the sound of skin clapping skin was a wonderful melody.

Before...