"F-Francis..." Lovino panted, groaning as the Frenchman held him upright. "I c-can't..."

"Come on, Lovino," he said, holding the other man even more tightly. "Just a little more," Francis insisted, his lips nearly against Lovino's as the other man panted heavily.

"S-stop! This is too much, I c-can't do this!" Lovino whimpered. Francis moved his hands sharply and Lovino gasped, whining as he felt his stomach tightening.

"F-Francis, please, I can't!" he whined. "It's too...!"

"You can," Francis whispered, leaning in closer to Lovino. "You've gotten this far, come on...don't hold back now..."

"I c-can't!" Lovino pleaded. "I...I..."

"Do it now, Lovino!" Francis ordered, and Lovino cried out sharply, all of his muscles tightening as he...finished his tenth pull up and fell from the pole. Francis smiled and picked him up from the ground, kissing him gently.

"That was all ten pull ups!" he said cheerfully. "I am so proud of you. You're getting in shape, just like you said you would."

Lovino smiled shyly, blushing when Francis kissed him. "Couldn't have done it without you..." he mumbled. Francis smiled, kissing Lovino again.

"And now..." he whispered. "You get your reward."

Lovino brightened. "To the bedroom?" he asked hopefully. Francis grinned and nodded.

And they were off.