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Dancing. Jouno was no stranger to it, he actually enjoyed it. It was calming yet required a lot of strength and conscentration. It was elegent to the audience yet the dancer themself knew the power they had.
Jouno was just that. Calm and elegant, strong and concentrated.
A perfect fit for the art of dance.
Jouno's favorite type off dance was tango. It was full of emotion, yet showed none. It showed a story, but it didn't need to be told by words.
He didn't have a dance partner though, and his options were limited.
A stranger? Absolutly not. while it may not result in emberasment from dancing with someone you know, Jouno didn't like that idea. He hated touching people in general, specifcally strangers. Plus, how could he ever trust a stranger to be good, to match him? That was just not an option.
Tachihara? Did that boy even know what 'dancing' was? Jouno refused to belive he would know how to dance the simplest things. Plus, Jouno didn't like being touched by the ginger either. Great, the boy was incapible off dancing and not an option in touching? He's off the list.
Fukuchi? Same as Tachihara. Would the old man even have the time and want to dance? He probably had no respect for the art off dance.
Teruko? She's like an actual child. She'd probable refuse to go back to her actual age, and you can't dance with someone half your length.
Tecchou? Absolutly not. He'd be clumsy, he's to rough for dancing. He would be good for tango, yeah, but Jouno refused. Tecchou's smell would be distracting. He always smelled like sweat, or some weird food combination. But after hours he smelled quite nice though. Sometimes. And his rough hands would probably feel good against Jouno's own, more smooth ones.
Comforting, maybe even. Tango would be the one dance Tecchou could succeed at.
Gosh, what a disgusting thought. But, it was what was left. Jouno would have to dance with Tecchou but he won't go easy on him.
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'You're late idiot' Jouno pestered Tecchou as fast as he entered Jouno's apartement.
'Two minutes' Tecchou simply said, taking off his shoes in the hallway before entering Jouno's big living room.
It wasn't big, it was big big. Like the people who built this house said 'Yeah, some guy might want to dance here in the future so let's make the living room massive'.
'Two minutes too much' Jouno scoffed, walking over to Jouno. All the furniture was moved to the walls for the time being.
'Now, I don't have time for your foolery so let's start' he then said, taking Tecchou's hands.
Jouno's hands were soft, just like Tecchou remembered them. The first and last time Tecchou commented on how nice they felt, Jouno had blushed ever so slightly and said 'It's called hand cream. Mind trying it once in a while?'
Tecchou would forever remember that comment, how Jouno had blushed. Jouno truly looked like an angel without wings.
Tecchou didn't even listen to Jouno. He just followed along with him, looking at the white haired mans beautiful lashes, the way his hair moved and how his lips looked. It was hard to keep a steady heartbeat, god how hard it was, seeing how eatheral Jouno was.
Tecchou focused on the way Jouno holds Tecchous hands so hard his nails dig into his flesh, the pain in his hands coursing throgh his whole forearm. How Jouno is so close yet so far away, how it feels like Jouno is holding Tecchou's heart in his own hands, gentle squezzing it, so close to destroying what's supposed to be his but he can't not give away.
Tecchou was sure that if Jouno could see he'd have Tecchou under a spell. It felt as if he had thorns sticking into his own gums, the pleasurble feeling off Jouno forcing them there while praising him off his good work.
Actully, Jouno didn't need eyes to bewitch Tecchou, for Tecchou was under his spell already. On his knees, ready to do whatever his angel wanted him too.
The dramatic dance continued, Tecchou focusing on nothing but Jouno. Jouno, Jouno, Jouno. Like an enchanting chant taking over his brain, mushing it into tiny pieces until he could form the shape of Jouno himself, the bloody mass being wrapped and given away to his love.
His love. Tecchou's love. Jouno was Tecchou's love. Oh, how a wonderful thought.
That such an angel would be Tecchou's, that Tecchou would be such an angels love.
Was Tecchou a beliver? Oh no he wasn't, but it might change right here and now, Jouno was simply to good.
'-danced quite good actually. You're sure you havn't taking any lessons?' Tecchou's thoughts were interupted by Jouno's voice. It wasn't until Jouno had let go off his hands that Tecchou remembered were he were.
His hands had markings in them from where Jouno's nails had dug deep into his skin, blood still drippling down his hands. His head hurt awfully, from what unknown for, and Jouno looked irretated.
'No. I don't take lessons' Tecchou answered. Jouno didn't say anything, just swept passed him into the hall, motoning for Tecchou to follow.
'Sure. does Friday sound good? You're not bad for a dance partner' Jouno scoffs, slight irretation in his voice. Tecchou nodded, slowly putting on his shoes.
'Yes. sounds goo-' As fast as Jouno heard the word 'yes' he pushed Tecchou out the door, closing it swiftly behind him. Jouno leaned against the door, now blushing as he sighed in annoyence. He was supposed to make Tecchou hurt by making him bleed, punching him in the head. Tecchou didn't even react.
So why did Jouno feel a smile creep onto his face, when he remembered the image of Tecchou's boner?