...I don't mind it. [Despite not really being fan of or knowing how to handle such messy feelings it doesn't mean he wants to Akira hold back. He's learned to appreciate the vulnerability of the others honesty, making him want to preserve this little bubble they've built even more.]
Oh? Would you be willing to be my guinea pig and face the death once more in my hands? [He chuckles, fingers letting go of Akira's hand to find his wrist, carefully sliding under to the cuff of his shirt sleeve.] I don't care for sweets, but I imagined tonight is a special occasion. It is custom to eat a cake in Christmas, after all.
[He chuckles again, a low rumbling sound in his chest and shakes his head, shrugging.] Food poisoning is a horrible way to go, I'd make such a mess. [A fonder, softer smile, and he cranes his neck to nuzzle up under Goro's jaw.] I have to want sweets. [That might be a thinly-veiled pass at Goro.]
[Goro can't help but laugh at that comment, an amused grin spreading on his lips, anxiety slowly dissolving from his body language. He turns his head down so that their foreheads bonk together gently. ]
In that case we should work up to your appetite. [And! Right on cue, the record playing in the background changes into a new song, one that has more beat to it. Goro pats Akira's legs, ushering him to move.]
[He rumbles a pleased, purring little laugh of sound, and obliges when Goro pats his legs, disengaging from him to stand. The suggestion to dance startles him, but he smiles anyway.] I'm not a very good dancer. [Unless he's dreaming.]
That's why all you need to do is follow my lead. [Goro laughs an answer and stands up. He moves away from the arm chair so that he's standing in the middle of their living room.
Then with a smile he extends his hand out to Akira, inviting him to take. A real prince charming move, really.]
Goro's expression softens a little, gentleness seeping into his body language. When Akira places his hand onto his Goro pulls him closer and places his other hand against the small of his back.]
We'll keep it simple and easy. So just follow me. [And with that he begins to move them, taking basic waltz steps. It's not the best thing to dance to jazz but it should be simple enough for Akira to keep up with him, even if it's not perfect.]
[Akira relishes these softer moments from Goro. They're few and far between, and absolutely precious to him each time they happen. He lets himself be pulled close easily, stumbling at first but eventually mostly picking up the motions.]
[They don't naturally to him, yeah. This soft gentleness is still very alien territory to him. But it's not because lack of interest as he often keeps finding himself unsure how to navigate through these feelings. So, they're reserved to these small private moments. Where he can feel comfortable and in control. The more he's with Akira the more feels brave enough to brace those unknown seas.]
You're not half bad. [Goro hums approvingly, picking up their space as Akira gets the hang of the steps.] I'm going to spin you and then go for a dip. Ready? [And that's about all warnings that Akira's going to get, because next Goro lets go of his hand while raising the other to give him a spin.]
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Oh? Would you be willing to be my guinea pig and face the death once more in my hands? [He chuckles, fingers letting go of Akira's hand to find his wrist, carefully sliding under to the cuff of his shirt sleeve.] I don't care for sweets, but I imagined tonight is a special occasion. It is custom to eat a cake in Christmas, after all.
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[He chuckles again, a low rumbling sound in his chest and shakes his head, shrugging.] Food poisoning is a horrible way to go, I'd make such a mess. [A fonder, softer smile, and he cranes his neck to nuzzle up under Goro's jaw.] I have to want sweets. [That might be a thinly-veiled pass at Goro.]
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In that case we should work up to your appetite. [And! Right on cue, the record playing in the background changes into a new song, one that has more beat to it. Goro pats Akira's legs, ushering him to move.]
Get up. I want to dance with you.
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Then with a smile he extends his hand out to Akira, inviting him to take. A real prince charming move, really.]
May I?
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You know I can't say no to you.
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Goro's expression softens a little, gentleness seeping into his body language. When Akira places his hand onto his Goro pulls him closer and places his other hand against the small of his back.]
We'll keep it simple and easy. So just follow me. [And with that he begins to move them, taking basic waltz steps. It's not the best thing to dance to jazz but it should be simple enough for Akira to keep up with him, even if it's not perfect.]
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You're not half bad. [Goro hums approvingly, picking up their space as Akira gets the hang of the steps.] I'm going to spin you and then go for a dip. Ready? [And that's about all warnings that Akira's going to get, because next Goro lets go of his hand while raising the other to give him a spin.]