Dance
Akihiko's pov
I never liked to dance. Dancing reminded me of rich and love-sick women in some annoying family party staring at me with their hungry hopeful eyes and their arms around me, while I tried to finish the ridiculous task of matching my footsteps with theirs.
Dancing meant nothing to me other than a cheap and physical bribe from the various people for getting close to me. And I hated intimacy.
But it had all changed drastically, like the contrasting black and white.
Like how Misaki danced when I rocked him with varying momentum into the breath-taking bliss of euphoric pleasure. We danced everyday, with different postures and sometimes repeating the old ones, but I never got tried of it. Each time it was new, and like an intoxicating drug I was addicted more with every step and every beat.
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, fast enough that I wasn't able even to feel my arms and legs and my heart beating in my chest. Once the rhythm was set, it was impossible for me to stop, once the warm and slick skin of Misaki wrapped around me, rubbed against me, the dance felt like heaven.
My body moved on its own without my permission, as Misaki's face contorted with lust and pleasure, his warm body grew hot and his insides gripped me tightly. We danced and danced till we couldn't move any more.
Dancing with Misaki changed my life, the day my heart danced with happiness and pure love I knew that Misaki was my one and only partner. My body could only dance with Misaki, my motions could sway so smoothly and willingly only with Misaki's adorable and cute ones. And slowly, with the passing days it was getting hard to comprehend if we were two different beings while we danced.
I smiled imagining the look on Misaki's face when he would hear my insight about dancing. Deciding to discuss about the topic later, I headed out to bring Misaki home from the university.
I could never stop dancing with my lover…..Misaki dance with me…
YYYYYYeeeeee
Another short drabble....
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