A Tango of Sorts
Title: A Tango of Sorts
Author: deecherrywolf
Flavors: Honeydew, Banana Cream
Prompts: #1 Slow Dance, #8 Lead
Rating: PG-13
Story: There is none yet. This is me testing out my characters for NaNoWriMo. I did more plotish ones at fapplesauce, but I thought it would be nice to use this community to test out just regular voices :3
Note: First time posting!~ I hope it isn't too bad!
“Will you just let me lead, you obviously suck at this.”
“Fuck off! I learn better by trial and error!”
Vincent rolled his eyes, squeezing the hand in his as he was twisted one way and then another, toes becoming dangerously close to being stepped on. He peered down at Hayden's face. The man's blue eyes narrowed in concentration, brow furrowed as he struggled to move just right in this pitiful excuse for a dance. Vincent heaved a sigh. This was getting ridiculous. He firmed his grip on Hayden's hand, who glared up at him, daring him.
But at this point, he didn't care. He began to lead Hayden in a small dance, turning in circles every so often. Hayden huffed, but the small flush on his cheeks spoke of his pleasure. “I wanted to lead.”
“The woman isn't suppose to.”
Hayden made a small noise in his throat, but didn't argue. Vincent sighed as he turned his lover again, dipping him for a moment, their eyes clashed and Hayden fought the urge to smile. Vincent pulled him back up, hands falling to the man's hips, their bodies drawing close. Hayden purred, a slight brogue accenting his usually calm voice. “I think I may want to learn to tango with you.”
“Oh? A tango, eh? I suppose you want to do it out of the sheets or in?”
Hayden's eyes lit up wickedly. “Mn. I think I like both. How about you tango me all the way to the bed and then we can have an interesting tango inside it.”
Vincent smirked. “We are tarnishing the good name of dancing.”
“Please, have you seen what plays on the television nowadays? I hardly think we'd tarnish dancing. It's being tarnished daily.”
Vincent snickered, nodding in agreement. He ran his hand up the man's sides, then up his back and back down, cupping his buttocks. Hayden closed his eyes, humming appreciatively. He reopened his eyes, glinting with mischief. He took those larger hands, slowly waltzing him toward the bedroom, finally leading him perfectly.
Author: deecherrywolf
Flavors: Honeydew, Banana Cream
Prompts: #1 Slow Dance, #8 Lead
Rating: PG-13
Story: There is none yet. This is me testing out my characters for NaNoWriMo. I did more plotish ones at fapplesauce, but I thought it would be nice to use this community to test out just regular voices :3
Note: First time posting!~ I hope it isn't too bad!
“Will you just let me lead, you obviously suck at this.”
“Fuck off! I learn better by trial and error!”
Vincent rolled his eyes, squeezing the hand in his as he was twisted one way and then another, toes becoming dangerously close to being stepped on. He peered down at Hayden's face. The man's blue eyes narrowed in concentration, brow furrowed as he struggled to move just right in this pitiful excuse for a dance. Vincent heaved a sigh. This was getting ridiculous. He firmed his grip on Hayden's hand, who glared up at him, daring him.
But at this point, he didn't care. He began to lead Hayden in a small dance, turning in circles every so often. Hayden huffed, but the small flush on his cheeks spoke of his pleasure. “I wanted to lead.”
“The woman isn't suppose to.”
Hayden made a small noise in his throat, but didn't argue. Vincent sighed as he turned his lover again, dipping him for a moment, their eyes clashed and Hayden fought the urge to smile. Vincent pulled him back up, hands falling to the man's hips, their bodies drawing close. Hayden purred, a slight brogue accenting his usually calm voice. “I think I may want to learn to tango with you.”
“Oh? A tango, eh? I suppose you want to do it out of the sheets or in?”
Hayden's eyes lit up wickedly. “Mn. I think I like both. How about you tango me all the way to the bed and then we can have an interesting tango inside it.”
Vincent smirked. “We are tarnishing the good name of dancing.”
“Please, have you seen what plays on the television nowadays? I hardly think we'd tarnish dancing. It's being tarnished daily.”
Vincent snickered, nodding in agreement. He ran his hand up the man's sides, then up his back and back down, cupping his buttocks. Hayden closed his eyes, humming appreciatively. He reopened his eyes, glinting with mischief. He took those larger hands, slowly waltzing him toward the bedroom, finally leading him perfectly.