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“Stop stepping on my feet, you idiot. Do you have no sense of rhythm?”
Jonathan lifted his foot from Dio’s, and set it back to his side. The blond heavily sighed and grasped Jonathan’s hand harder, and instructed again.
“When I step forward, you step back. Simple as that. The Waltz is elementary and you still refuse to grasp it.”
It’s hard to focus when Dio has his blond hair slicked back like that. He’s even dressed to the nines, in an elaborate waist-coat that suits his figure perfectly. White with elaborate gold trim, tailored to showcase his slim waist. His orange eyes seem so much... Brighter. Vivid. Others would call him handsome, but that’s too light of a word to use. Handsome is a sweet compliment, not a word of love and praise.
He’s gorgeous.
Dio harshly patted Jonathan’s back to return him to reality. “The ball is in thirty minutes. The entirety of the Joestar family’s acquaintances are going to watch you fumble if you don’t improve. You want to embarrass yourself?”
He seems so irritated with his inability to dance. The tips of Dio’s ears turned a light pink with frustration, his face skewed alongside. He’s cute when he’s frustrated like this.
“Alright,” Jonathan started. “If I perform correctly, then I’d like to be rewarded.”
Dio furrowed his brow. “Intriguing. You always find a way to surpass my expectations, whether it’s by the amount you disappoint me or surprise me.”
Jonathan proceeded to take the first step on Dio’s foot once more.
“Knock it off. You’re messing with me. Start on my command.”
Dio’s pale cheeks started to turn a light pink. Maybe he’s embarrassed. He then gave JoJo his starting word, and the two made a successful step backwards.
“Just one more step back.”
The two shifted their feet and landed another step back, same as before.
Jonathan’s face lit up in a bright smile and shone it to Dio, nearly blindingly. “We did it. I’m so relieved, I never thought I’d be able to.”
Having two left feet is a struggle when you’re forced to attend dances and parties, isn’t it? Always having to decline offers to dance from suitors, beautiful young women, those who often fancy Jonathan. When he rejects them they’ll run off and seem upset and offended by the notion, but the reality is he just doesn’t know how and doesn’t want to look like a fool.
But, when all the women would be offended by his lack of dancing abilities, here Dio is teaching him how to Waltz thirty minutes before another ball. With how abrasive his scolding is, he’s taking the effort to teach him while he stomps all over his feet, refusing to give up on his rhythm-less idiot.
“Now, two steps to the side.”
Jonathan awkwardly stepped to the side, Dio following the same.
“Good. Now return forward. You dance in a square-shape. Go around all the sides of the square and that’s all.”
Harnessing his confidence, JoJo slowly started to move the Waltz in a square formation. One turn, two turns, three turns... Clunky, but functional. He moved in sync to Dio to the best of his abilities.
Dancing with Dio feels so nice. It’s almost like they’re becoming closer. Bonding. No words are needed to be this close to him, it’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
He can’t wait to show him off to everyone at the ball. Dance their night away in each others’ arms. Pride in how gorgeous his lover looks with those already ethereal blond locks look slicked back, making him look so formal and masculine. His sculpted cheekbones cutting through his ivory skin, his tangerine eyes striking through to his soul. God, he’s perfect.
“JoJo.”
Ah... How long have they been dancing? It seems like he lost track of time. “Yeah?”
Dio arched his eyebrow. “You’re doing the Waltz successfully. What exactly did you mean by a rewa—“
Jonathan silenced the blond with a kiss to the lips, much to Dio’s surprise. He laced his arms around Dio’s back and held him closely, as close as he could manage without crushing him.
Dio’s lips are always so soft. Just seeing them when he talks is so distracting. But, it’s ungentlemanly to kiss him while he’s trying to be serious. Or at least, Dio despises it, or masks that he truly likes it. He could even feel Dio’s fluttering heartbeat against his own. Reluctantly, Jonathan pulled from their kiss and stroked Dio’s back lovingly before beaming a wide smile. Dio’s face and ears turned a deep pink from the kiss, his eyes out of focus and hazed from the sudden kiss.
He’s so lovely.
Dio averted his gaze, reluctantly. “You’re a brute.”
Jonathan lightheartedly chuckled. “Well, the ball is on soon and we should go get ready to greet our guests.”
He released Dio and proceeded to walk in the other direction, before a hand tightly gripped onto his wrist. He was pulled back, and to his surprise...
Dio’s lips met his own once again, much more passionately. He even slipped his tongue through to make advantage of JoJo in a vulnerable state. How very like him. But God does he kiss so well.
Dio parted their kiss, a small trail of saliva sticking to his chin. “Don’t disappoint me tonight, JoJo dear.”
“I— Of course.”
And before Dio could walk away himself, Jonathan called for his blond.
“Dio?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Dio paused mid stride. He remained quiet for a few seconds, then he admitted a small mumble.
“...I love you too, JoJo.”