Hello dear! Thank you for your patience while I got this one
sorted out. I really hope you like it!
Shifting your feet nervously, you clench Daiki’s hand tightly.
“You ok?” he asks lowly and you nod.
After weeks and weeks of classes you’re finally here; your first
dance competition. You still can’t believe you ever convinced Daiki to do this
with you. Truthfully, it was like pulling teeth to even get him to the first
class, but after some basic lessons both of you picked up on it fast; you
because you’re enthusiastic and would practice relentlessly and he because his
natural athleticism and ability to control his body. When the instructor pretty
much forced you to join the amateur competition you were sure Daiki would bolt,
especially when it was announced that each couple would have to dress in the era
of the dance they were doing; and you were given ballroom/ renaissance.
Daiki was quite resistant to the idea, that is until he saw you
in your dress for the first time. Being a breast man, the sight of you trussed
up in a way too tight corset, cleavage spilling out was enough to convince him
it wouldn’t be so bad; until he saw what he
had to wear.
After some argument and alterations to make the pants a little
less restrictive (“Didn’t the men have dicks back then?” “Daiki,
hush!”) you both were finally attired in your costumes.
Walking to the center of the dance floor you feel sweat trickle
down your neck and back, both from your nerves and from the bright lights.
Getting into position, you look up into Daiki’s handsome face, a bright smile
on your own. He smirks down at you, eyes focused; you’re pleased to see he’s
taking this seriously.
As the music starts up, you step in time with your man, whirling about the
floor with steps you’ve practiced until your feet bled. You can’t stop smiling,
so happy to be doing something you love so much with someone you love so much.
He pulls you closer, his head leaning down to whisper, “You
know, I never realized how sexy full gowns could be but you’re making these
pants very uncomfortable.”
“Daiki!” you hiss whisper, “This is a refined dance you can’t be
thinking things like that!”
He chuckles as he spins you out. Drawing you back in even closer,
his mouth next to your ear he says, “What? You think those royals and nobles never
got the urge? Please, I bet they were more perverted than me.”
He pulls back, shifting his gaze to look deliberately at your
heaving chest, your rapid inhale and exhale of oxygen a combination of the effort
to move in this heavy dress along with his heated gaze making you decidedly warm.
Daiki licks his lips, his eyes holding a decidedly hungry look in them.
Pressing his hand more firmly into your back he pulls you as close as possible,
your chest compressing against his.
Looking you straight in the eye he says lowly, “I want to
take you now.”
You can’t stop the shiver that courses down your spine, sure
that your face is tomato red as your boyfriend seduces you in front of all
these people. Distracted, you almost miss the cue to turn but find your
footing, twirling out from his embrace then being tugged back in. One hand
splays over his chest and you can feel his heart racing.
Just a few more circuits you think, eyes locked with his. The rest
of the room may as well not be there for all the attention you’re giving it;
you’re completely focused on Daiki.
One last twirl out then back in and you’re done, bowing to each
other as the room fills with polite applause. The judges expound on your
technique, praising your chemistry and intensity as all the while Daiki is
trailing slow, soft circles on the exposed skin of your upper back.
Thankfully, you and Daiki were the last to go meaning the
judging is done and the awards about to be issued. Surprisingly, you take
second in your category. The medal is barely in your hand before Daiki whisks you up
into his arms and exits the room hastily.
Arms around his neck you warn, “You better not rip this
Daiki, I paid a lot of money for it.”
He finds a dark hallway, pining you against the wall, the layers
of your dress practically swallowing his lower half. Eager lips caress your own
before trailing down your neck to your bodice encased chest. He lavishes the
top of your breasts, giving firm love bites here and there making you gasp and
moan despite efforts to be quiet.
“I hope you’re ready to lose your voice babe, I’m gonna
have you screaming all night, refinery be damned!” he says kissing you
firmly before gathering you up once more and heading to the car.
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