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[szivtalan]

Kise moved in sync with the steady rhythm of the music, his hips swaying, his arms perfectly accentuating the alluring movements of his upper body as he did so. Kagami found himself focusing more on the way he thrusted and writhed than actually keeping up with his pace. It was hypnotic, especially when he glanced up at him with half-lidded eyes. His stare almost pinned him to his place, but Kagami forced himself to move to the sounds, his clumsiness earning him a genuine laugh, with Kise's head thrown back carelessly, his hair flying in the dimly lit dancing room.

It must've been the alcohol, Kagami told himself, as he watched Kise's beautiful neck arched like that and immediately wanted to bury his face in it, to kiss and nip and bite the pale, sweat-slick flesh. He wanted to grab his waist and pull him in, pull him close enough that he feels the throbs of his erotic movements right against his own body, feels him slide up and down along him until he can't take it anymore.

Kise turned his back to him, playfully shaking his butt at him and Kagami actually wanted to scream. He needed to bury his fingers in those cheeks, physically ached for it from the sight of that ass clad in those thight jeans. They didn't seem denim to Kagami, but he cared less about the material and more about how amazingly they brought out every curve on Kise's lower body, from his muscled calves to his beautiful thighs and more.

By the time he moved in, the music had changed. The harsh electronic sounds died down and some soft strumming of a guitar filled the room just as Kagami placed his hands on either side of Kise's hips, slightly startling the boy. They looked at each other, shocked, under the suddenly pink and red-tinted lights, and there was a silent conversation that went down between them. A million questions, a million answers that really should've been said at that very moment, but the deafening music, and the couples slow-dancing around them prevented them from communicating above a few glances.

Eventually, Kise turned around in Kagami's hold with a tentative smile, reaching up to loosely wrap his arms around his neck. Kagami in turn embraced his waist, just tight enough that Kise could still lead him if he wanted, gently swaying and all but walking around in the small circle that was still left to them in the middle of the crowd.

When Kise buried his face in the crook of Kagami's neck, he suddenly went breathless. The blond smelled of sweat and musk, of the pina coladas he was drinking, of cigarette smoke, strawberries and a hint of his perfume. Kagami tried not to lose himself in it, but slowly, his hands started to slide up Kise's back, and he felt his breath hitch against his neck in return. Soon enough, he was holding onto his shoulders, actually hugging him tight, feeling him still vibrate - tremble? - from excitement.

He didn't know when did they stop moving. But he did notice when Kise pulled back a little and buried his hands in his hair, pulling him in and kissing him enthusiastically, with his eyes shut in concentration. He was holding on for dear life, because, and they both knew this; when this song was over, they had to go back to their friends, to their lives, to their eventual rivalry, and forget that they ever felt like this for each other.

So Kagami leaned in and claimed Kise's mouth with his own, tasting alcohol and smoke and strawberry flavored chapstick, and he pretended that the moment could last forever.

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