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A crooked smile painted his lips when he realized that Qifrey followed suit without any protest, getting dragged along just like in old times, even if he felt a tad guilty for putting him through this. Of course he knew that his friend wasnāt the most sociable person around, rather avoiding guests than inviting them. But Olruggio had agreed to lead this life with him in his atelier, secluded from the rest of the world, a small micro cosmos for them and them alone.
They were not as free as he wouldāve liked them to be, even so far away from the Great Hall, the pact, the burdens of witch society still looming dark and heavy over them at any given moment. There were rules to adhere to, secrets to be kept; not here, not tonight. What an oddly liberating feeling it was. And he wanted to share that feeling with none other than his best friend.
āYa need to relaaaax a lilāā, Olruggio slurred and staggered a little on his feet, the grip he had on Qifreyās hand tightening to regain balance. Despite the unfamiliarity and strangeness, he enjoyed being among unrestrained people simply living in the moment, and he wished to join them - with Qifrey. The sudden compliment made him blush even more, the first genuine blush of embarrassment this night.
āātis because I go out to have fun more often than ya do. Cāmon.ā
It would be good for him to let loose a bit. Especially since Qifery told him that he hadnāt really been going out in the past months. Seriously, did he expect his friend not to quietly pity him for that?
Olruggio let go of Qifreyās hand and - inspired by the other people dancing around them - slowly let his hands slide down the side of his body. Looking up at him with half lidded eyes and rosy skin, his hair a little messy by nature, he made sure his fingers felt every single inch of it with intent. Eyes wandered downwards in tandem, lips agape when he finally reached his dainty waist and grabbed him. Oh, how often had he daydreamed about moments like these, albeit during more private circumstances, to be so vulnerable and open with him.
He had never told the other how he felt, even if this feeling had been lingering, lingering in the depths of his heart with every word, lingering underneath his skin with every touch, lingering in his very soul every time his eyes gazed into his.
His gaze must have been fixated on Qifreyās waist and his hand on it for a moment too long, the witch averting his eyes with a new-found flusterness and something else. A feeling that he canāt quite place yet.
That feeling however, led him to pull the man closer to himself wordlessly, exhaling softly when he felt them touch. Body on body. Itās a feeling that makes him dizzy, makes the noise around them dampen and so, so insignificant. There is music, and there is light, and there is an ocean of people - and there is Qifrey.
There is no explanation for what he is about to do, Olruggio taking one step forward, his foot shoved somewhere where there shouldnāt be any space in between Qifreyās legs, and when he finally tilted his head upwards again to meet his eye, the witch cannot help it.
With their bodies so close, he led the dance, which involved way, way too much friction between their bodies.