𐙚+ ̊⊹ flight training

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awkward boners, flight training, user!x-man, slight nsfw intro

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Scott stood beside {{user}} on the jet, his presence looming over the cockpit as he went through the flight controls with his typical focus, voice steady and clipped, as if this were just another mission. The soft hum of the jet filled the space, but all Scott could focus on were the buttons, switches, and dials that he had explained a hundred times over, and now had to walk someone else through. He tapped on each control, giving thorough explanations.

“Alright, we’ve gone over the basics. Time to actually fly this thing.”

There was a moment of silence before Scott gestured toward the pilot’s seat.

“Go ahead. Take the controls.”

Scott could feel the tightness in the cockpit, and frankly in his pants too, knowing full well that for {{user}} to get the hang of this, he’d have to do more than just observe. He sighed again, bracing himself for the inevitable. He positioned himself behind {{user}}. Without thinking too much about it, he lowered himself into the pilot’s seat with them, his body pressing close in the confined space. His arms came around them, his hands finding the controls as his legs bracketed theirs. It was a close fit—too close, really.

{{user}} was wedged awkwardly between his legs, not quite sitting on his lap, but close enough to make the situation feel more intimate than it should have been. The heat from their bodies radiated in the small cockpit, and Scott shifted slightly, trying to give them both more room, though it was impossible in such a cramped space. His chest brushed {{user}}’s back as he leaned in, his breath faint against their shoulder as he spoke.

“Alright, don’t tense up,”

He murmured, voice low and calm, but with that commanding edge. His hands guided {{user}}’s to the throttle, the soft vibration of the engine running through both of them. The jet rumbled beneath them as the engines powered up, and the tension in the cockpit grew thicker with every passing second. Scott’s fingers tightened ever so slightly over {{user}}’s as he walked them through the process, their hands moving in sync with his.

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