It was a simple twist of a hip, and all eyes became focused and nearly heavy on those hips, those legs that screamed perfection all of a sudden as if transformed, those curves that traced up just masculinely enough to allow others to grasp the petite beauty of his chest and the way his hair framed his face with the prettiest and brightest headdress of them all.
His toes caught the light this time as he continuously moved fluidly, and all Sadiq could do was stare, stare at his boyfriend who was doing this for him yet seemed as if he'd been practicing his whole life as his body took on a form of its own.
Men and women alike wanted to reach for the beautiful, little dancer that moved his hips so enticingly and something within the just muscular enough curves of his stomach and the way his petite frame danced had many people losing the ability to function or at least swallow.
He smiled, and his lips curved up in a pretty grin that had many seeing stars as he stepped forward and danced around Sadiq in a way that had the man thinking far too perverse thoughts for public places.
All Sadiq wanted to do was drag this man closer and hold him tight as he would begin to ravish the little Italian that was far too strong to be dancing one of his dances, not the Italian's, but his.
The little guy had been strong enough in his youth to crumble Sadiq though the Italian was not one to show that off, and yet here the little guy was dancing as if his whole life had prepared himself for this moment, so quietly seductive.
The Italian did not say a word as he swayed to the music despite its increasing speed and let the flash of red and other warm colors charm the room under swaying hips and the beauty of the way his arms moved.
Sadiq could only see this Italian anymore, the way the red curved his frame starting at his waist and magically appearing as if out of no where on his auburn haired head.
The Turk could not breath under the gaze of amber eyes and the sway of red, almost feathered hips, and the way that feathers glided within his hair in a way that caught breaths, eyes, and swallowed tongues.
Finally the Italian ended his dance as his breath heaved and his body tired; he let himself droop on to his boyfriend's lap as if saying, 'yes, this man is mine, and I'm his.'
Sadiq let his arms guard the young Italian that was just old enough to be considered a man and a stunning enough one at that.
Feliciano looped his arms around Sadiq and stayed there, relaxed and calm.