(fyi: contains explicit. i don’t read fanfic, so no idea how to write one, but i needed to for 10dance, for my own sanity. also it’s such a pain to write when both characters are male! and if anyone who personally knows me stumbles upon this, pls know i didn’t write it okay haha)
Two bodies, entwined, pushing, pulling with the rhythm of the music, every movement in perfect sync, hands roaming, long legs gliding, close proximity, panting breaths, pounding hearts, sweat drenched skin, dazed eyes. From the outside looking in, this is not a dance, but a seduction.
Bésame, bésame mucho....Como si fuera esta la noche....La última vez....
Suzuki slides down, sinking to his knees at Sugiki’s feet. Overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through his body, he is rendered motionless, unable to move, one hand still wrapped firmly around Sugiki’s.
Dancing has always been his passion. It is innate, his emotional outlet, his way of expressing himself. And he has finally found his match. His soulmate. The one who complements him in every way. Just by holding his hand, he feels torrents of emotion flowing through him. It’s truly amazing. How did it come to this point? It’s funny how he used to hate him, especially those piercing stares. They used to drive him crazy. But now he would go to any length just to be looked at by him. Even worse, he wants his full, undivided attention. He wants all his senses to be filled by him. He only wants to look at him, hear his voice, breathe him in, smell him, feel him, taste him. He is already consumed by Sugiki Shinya.
Unable to contain any longer, he closes the distance between them. Lips move of their own accord, pressing soft, tentative kisses wherever they can reach. Too nervous to meet his gaze, he keeps his eyes lowered, afraid of breaking the connection, afraid of rejection.
But when Sugiki’s grip tightens around his hand, he lets out a sigh of relief. Only then does he lift his head and look up. Their eyes meet. Silent words pass between them.
He releases his hand and reaches for Sugiki’s waistband, undoing it, hand sliding inside. Warmth greets him there, trembling fingers inching closer until they finally close around Sugiki.
Everything about this is surreal. Yet why does it feel so right? The first time he has ever touched a man like this. A euphoric rush envelops him as he realizes he is the reason for this hardness. He slowly takes it out. His mouth dries at the sight in front of him. God...he’s so...beautiful!
Sugiki isn’t sure how he’s still standing on his unsteady legs when Suzuki’s hands keep stroking him in a slow rhythm. That touch alone nearly makes him come apart. He never imagined a man’s touch could ignite him like this. But this is no ordinary man. This is his Suzuki. His angel. His salvation.
And he is watching him intently right now. With those big eyes! The only innocent thing about this man. They are filled with such sincerity and tenderness, feels like they are worshipping him. Something stirs in Sugiki’s cold, dormant heart.
He cups Suzuki’s face, gently brushing dishevelled hair back from his forehead. His thumb lingering at his parted lips, silently urging them to part further.
A faint smirk tugs at Suzuki’s lips as he slips his tongue out and licks Sugiki’s finger.
Sugiki’s breath catches, a shiver runs through his body.
Suzuki’s senses are heady with Sugiki’s scent. He wants to devour this man. All the teasing leaves his face as he opens his mouth wide, taking in Sugiki’s hard length. Their eyes remain locked.
A hoarse moan slips from Sugiki’s lips. With Suzuki’s gaze fixed on him and his lips wrapped around his cock, every coherent thought leaves his mind. He has never witnessed something so breathtakingly beautiful. Those full, sinful lips taking every inch of him! God, he had never wanted anyone this much in his life. Unable to hold it any longer, he grips Suzuki’s head, fingers running into his long hair, guiding him closer, deeper. And he loves how Suzuki yields so easily beneath his touch, responding to every unspoken cue. So pliable. So perfect. He is exactly what Sugiki craves.
Sugiki thrives in control, and Suzuki knows it and gives it to him without asking. No words are needed. They understand each other completely.
Heat spreads through Suzuki. Restless. Overwhelming. Unbearable. He fears he might combust if he doesn’t tend to himself right then and there. But he fights to ignore every warning. All his focus is on Sugiki. Sugiki’s needs come first. Always.
He is an open book, Sugiki is hard to read. He is free, Sugiki is restrained. Sugiki loves to control but also gives in when Suzuki wants it. This juxtaposition makes this moment even more intoxicating as he revels in watching Sugiki’s unraveling. His heart flutters at the knowledge that only he gets to see this side of Sugiki. This drives him to work harder, to take Sugiki deeper. His eyes sting with tears when he feels him at the back of his throat. He doesn’t know what he is doing. He has never done this before. All he knows is that he desperately wants to serve this man. He moves on instinct, doing what he himself enjoys and hoping it does the same for Sugiki.
Still, not a single word is spoken. They don’t need them. They know precisely what the other is feeling. Every sensation, every emotion rippling through Sugiki echoes through every fiber of Suzuki’s being. The fact that he has the power to melt this formidable man so completely weakens Suzuki to his core, intensifying everything he feels in return.
When Sugiki’s hand tangled in his curls tightens, he knows Sugiki is close. He doubles his effort.
As his body takes over, Sugiki frantically moves with desperate urgency, ravaging Suzuki’s mouth. Everything ceases to exist except Suzuki and the sensations he is making him feel. A feeling of desperation and helplessness surrounds him as he soars higher and higher until he stands on the precipice. He then hurls over the edge, falling apart.
Sugiki is lost to the world while his lover is busy watching him, swallowing every drop.
With the taste of Sugiki in his mouth, a tremor races through Suzuki, and he too follows Sugiki into the same oblivion.
With no energy left in his body, Sugiki’s legs give out. Suzuki catches him, his arms gently wrapping around his weightless body. Both of them collapse together, bodies tangled, sinking onto the floor.
The grim reaper and his angel finally make peace with one another, absolving each other of their suffering.
Two hearts beat together in tandem...as a single soul.
The room is silent except for their heavy breaths. The music has long since stopped, but they are oblivious to the world outside.
Facing each other, Sugiki’s dark eyes caress Suzuki’s face as he rasps between uneven breaths, “Let me....take care of you.”
Suzuki flushes, suddenly shy. “Um....there’s no need for that now.”
Sugiki frowns, confused, then his eyes widen as realisation dawns.
His lips curve slowly. Suzuki tries to avoid his gaze.
Sugiki lunges forward, showering Suzuki’s face with tiny kisses. Suzuki lets out a muffled giggle, which turns into many.
Quickly, the room fills with their breathless laughter.
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