Swiss is the gentleman of the pack. He is always suave and does he ever have the best dance moves.
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Swiss is the gentleman of the pack. He is always suave and does he ever have the best dance moves.
I mean, have you seen the way his hips sway during a ritual? The way he hugs the mic stand? Well, Rain has noticed. In fact, he can’t take his eyes off of Swiss when he gets going, but it’s infuriating because he spends so much time in front of Swiss that he misses a lot of it.
It’s his favorite thing to watch. He has fantasized about Swiss dancing just for him more nights than he can count. It’s such an easy request, yet, he just can’t seem to bring himself to ask. Which is funny considering how much more they have already done with each other, that this feels so intimate.
So Rain watches. Sneaking glances at Swiss whenever he can from stage. Openly staring when the angle allows. That one show, when Swiss grips the mic stand and sinks down, grinding his hips before raising back up, Rain nearly loses it. His eyes glow vivid blue from across the stage and he growls, low enough that no one would hear, but Swiss could definitely smell Rain’s arousal from his small stage and caught a glimpse of the glow from behind Rain’s mask.
After the ritual, Swiss follows Rain, down the arena hallway, unable to stop himself from seeking the bassist out. He adores Rain anyway, but seeing him get hot and bothered like that was even hotter than usual and he can’t resist.
He loses Rain behind a series of doors, and when he does find him, he’s in the middle of Dew and Aether. His opportunity gone, he goes to his dressing room to shower and get ready to head to the hotel.
After an annoyingly slow bus ride, they arrive at their hotel and Papa hands out the room keys, Aether and Dew together, Mountain and Swiss together, Rain and the ghoulettes left to the remaining two rooms, which means Rain gets his own.
Swiss’s eyes light up, catching the opportunity to get the lanky ghoul alone, and a grin forms on his face, sharp teeth glinting in the lobby. Rain notices, and flushes, a lovely shade of aqua before quickly turning and heading for the elevator, agreeing to meet the others in two hours to go out for a nightcap.
Swiss follows the group and heads to the room with Mountain and puts his plan in motion, digging through his bag for just the right things.
An hour later, when he’s sure Rain would have had time to shower and be getting ready to go out, he knocks on his door.
Rain opens it, changed into jeans and a button down for their night out, and exhales a soft “oh” at the sight of Swiss, dressed in black slacks, a white button down, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, exposing his collarbones, and a wide expanse of chest hair, which Rain immediately wants to bury his face in. The aqua flush returning, as he notices that Swiss has a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne in his hand - holding both up for Rain to see.
“I thought we might stay in tonight, Raincloud” Swiss purrs, red eyes glinting and glowing, betraying his intentions as lascivious.
Rain opens the door and steps back, letting Swiss in. Swiss hands the roses to Rain, with a flourish. “Pretty” says Rain as Swiss puts the bottle down on the table by the door.
“But you are far more beautiful” coos Swiss, pressing a kiss to Rain’s cheek, enjoying the deep blush that appears on Rain’s face.
He reaches out to pull Rain into a hug, and a deeper kiss that Rain all but melts into.
“So do you want to tell me what got you so hot on stage tonight?” Swiss asks, as Rain looks at the floor, his feet, anywhere but at Swiss.
Rain swallows as Swiss pulls his head up forcing him to meet his gaze. “Um, when you were dancing…”
Swiss cocks his head, smile pulling up at the corners as he realizes that Rain was enjoying watching him dance. That, he can do.
He reaches out to wrap an arm around Rain’s back, lacing the fingers of his other hand between Rain’s, pulling him into his body loosely, but enough that he can move. He starts swaying with Rain, leading him in slow steps, until Rain realizes that Swiss is dancing - with him. There’s no music, but Swiss is humming, a quiet tune that forms the melody of the movement they are making.
“Dance with me, Raincloud” Swiss says, purring in Rain’s ear, while nibbling along the shell, making Rain shiver.
Rain allows Swiss to lead him, pulling him closer as he moves them around the room, enjoying the closeness with Rain, until he leans him back, over his arm, into a big bend, following him down and kissing along his throat. Rain moans at the touch, Swiss’s strong arms supporting him until he raises him back up and presses his body against him, hugging him close and kissing him deeply.
Rain sinks a little, breathless after Swiss releases him, with a soft “hmmm”, eyes wide and sparkling blue back at Swiss, pupils blown wide.
Swiss grins back, gently pushing Rain until he’s backed up against the bed, and sinks down on the edge of it.
Swiss steps back, and starts to unbutton his shirt, slowly, locking eyes with Rain.
“Now you get to watch me, Raincloud, I’m going to give you a private dance, just for you.” he purrs, and Rain grips the duvet with claws, maybe hearing the fabric rip, as he drools over the motion of Swiss’s hips, swaying just for him.
