[ Motion is part of a dance, but it serves another purpose in Ren's mind. Keeping him moving past all those nasty hurdles and lurking doubts, stepping cleanly over the awkward trappings of - god, both of them are way too young and they're living in a modern age, they can't call it courtship. Call it flirtation, mutually assured affection, or simply some badly needed contact for touch-starved kids.
Ren in this moment is deft in how quickly he goes past implications, young and alive and able to seize the moment with one of his closest and most beautiful friends. And he can let it be that.
He doesn't even know what's happening in the music, at a point is simply feels right to swoop Yusuke down into a dip, somewhat hampered by the fact that Yusuke is moderately taller than him. It's the thrill of the thing that makes it worth doing, Ren's heart surging forward into his throat as he grins confidently down at Yusuke and then pulls him back up, tucked in close again.
He can't shake the sense of the dance winding down, threads slipping from between their fingers. Still, Ren holds the threads tight and tugs carefully, reckless only in what it might mean rather than the gentleness with which Ren's cheek slides against Yusuke's and his lips are pressed at the furthest reaches of what might be called Yusuke's mouth.
Just the indentation of skin that suggests its beginning, just for a fraction of a second, and then it's gone and so is Ren, fingers grazing Yusuke's side as he retreats to a friendly distance and bows slightly. ]
I do believe you're a pretty good dancer there, Fox.
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Ren in this moment is deft in how quickly he goes past implications, young and alive and able to seize the moment with one of his closest and most beautiful friends. And he can let it be that.
He doesn't even know what's happening in the music, at a point is simply feels right to swoop Yusuke down into a dip, somewhat hampered by the fact that Yusuke is moderately taller than him. It's the thrill of the thing that makes it worth doing, Ren's heart surging forward into his throat as he grins confidently down at Yusuke and then pulls him back up, tucked in close again.
He can't shake the sense of the dance winding down, threads slipping from between their fingers. Still, Ren holds the threads tight and tugs carefully, reckless only in what it might mean rather than the gentleness with which Ren's cheek slides against Yusuke's and his lips are pressed at the furthest reaches of what might be called Yusuke's mouth.
Just the indentation of skin that suggests its beginning, just for a fraction of a second, and then it's gone and so is Ren, fingers grazing Yusuke's side as he retreats to a friendly distance and bows slightly. ]
I do believe you're a pretty good dancer there, Fox.