One shy Canadian, eh.
Canada roleplayer at your service.
[[Warning right now I have the potential to get, and probably will get, NSFW depending... So... Watch it please!]]
--My Skype is harleyjrock if you should care to find me!:3--
Canada roleplayer at your service.
[[Warning right now I have the potential to get, and probably will get, NSFW depending... So... Watch it please!]]
--My Skype is harleyjrock if you should care to find me!:3--
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Francis nodded, walking over to him and taking his hands. Mathieu is so cute when he blushes like that… ”What kind of dance were you thinking? A salsa?” He started pulling Matthew around the room in a bastardization of the Spanish dance, even though there wasn’t music on any more. “A foxtrot?” He shifted his movements to match this dance style as well. “A waltz?” Slowing down and pulling Matthew close, he started waltzing, grinning down at the other. A few steps of that he spun Matthew around and out so he could go turn on some music.
Matthew blinked as his hands were taken and suddenly Matthew found himself keeping up with dance steps he hadn’t done in a long time. Salsa. The foxtrot. And the waltz. “W-well. We’ll see. I like the waltz…” he said, blushing his way to his MP3 player after Franics let him go. He searched the lists on it until he found At Last by Etta James… It was a wedding waltz song, but not like that mattered, it would only be two minutes anyways. What could it hurt?
Matthew played the song and went over to Matthew, smiling gently as the song started. “I take it you’ll lead?” he asked, putting his arms in the feminine position around Francis’s shoulders.
“If you want me to, mon cher~” He rested his hands on Matthew’s hips, in the position needed to lead. He held Matthew close, spinning around the room in time with the music. “Nice choice, by the way,” he added quietly, looking into Matthew’s eyes calmly.
Matthew chuckled, “Ah, thanks…” Matthew said, his violet eyes gently twinkling in the overhead light of Matthew’s living room.
He felt somewhat like he was floating around the room with Francis rather than just dancing with him. He blushed and closed his eyes, placing his head on the other blond’s shoulder gently, biting his lip gently.
He chuckled a little, loosening his throat and ducking his head to take the other in entirely. He ran his hands along...
Matthew whimpered and moaned a bit, his head tilted back and he groaned, one hand gripping the couch and the other...