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Yuri knew what he was doing when he was on a dance floor. Having Mila dancing with him was their way of keeping the unwanted away.
Even if he got taller and bigger than her, she still liked to say he is her little brother. They loved and supported each other since the day they met as kids. Yuri was the only boy in the dance class and Mila had to take his side when the other girls started to make fun of him. He was just that little boy with the blond hair of a little girl. Yuri and Mila started to dance as partners when he was 7 and she was 10. It was not the most beautiful duo at first as Yuri was smaller but, when they danced together, they were so in sync that everyone would stop just to look at them. They went through their teenage years together; winning competition after competition under the teaching of the great, but ice cold, Lilia Baranovskaya.
They would both die before they would stop dancing. For the past 3 years, they taught dance classes, by themselves or together, at the well renouned Okukawa Minako Studio. They were well known for their Bachata classes as they finished first on their last 5 competitions. They had to work they way up. Russians are not as "born with it" as Dominican people. Competiting in that style was hell at first.
Yet, in an underground club, after a couple of drinks, at 1 in the morning, surround by drunk people, they felt free. The DJ was spinning more songs for them, following their style. It felt better than sex for Yuri. And he knew it was the same for Mila. They were in such control of their movements that it might looked like they planned it. Miss Lilia would die seeing how they were dressed. Yuri wore black skinny jeans, with a white dress shirt unbuttoned, but tuked in is jeans. Over it, he had black suspenders . As he was dancing, his thin but lean stomach and his too long, yet delicate, white gold necklace were exposed. The lowest part of his head, from ear to ear, was shaved. The hair on top of his head reached below his shoulders but it was hard to tell with his messy bun. Mila was kind of a hot red head. Her years of training gave her a body to make others jealous. Her naturally dark red hair were also naturally wavy. She was wearing those skin tight leather leggings hanging low on her hips. Everytime she moved, the little gold waist necklace shone upon her skin. Her black sheer crop top did nothing to hide her red bra.
- "That DJ is sooo awesome!" Yuri screamed over his head at the roof in between songs before stealing Mila's drink.
- "You are right!" Mila said eyeing the tanned skin DJ moving in his booth. "Do you think he noticed us?"
- "I think he did..." Yuri said as he looked at him again.
The DJ spinned a song perfect for them to dance. The dark brown eyes of the DJ was locked on them as they started to move with the music. It was perfect for Bachata and they went with it without having to talk to each other. Their hands were all over each other, lips coming close to the skin without really touching it, hips swaying together. The alcohol had them dance closer, almost grinding upon each other. They made a show out of it, espacially knowing the hot DJ was looking precisely at them.
At the end of the DJ set, Yuri and Mila moved to the bar for one last cold drink before calling it a night.
As they walked outside, Mila was holding on Yuri, giggling and laughing for no reason. A tall and large man stopped them.
- "Sweetheart! leave your barbie doll and take a real man for once!"
- "Fuck off dude!" Yuri bit and Mila giggled again.
- "Just to be clear, which one of you drank beers alone at the bar all night, and which one of you i rubbed myself against all evening?" Mila winked at the guy. "My barbie man is ten time manlier that you will ever be."
- "Come on baba!" Yuri pushed her in a taxi.
As usual when they go out, as soon as they got back to their shared appartment, Mila lauched herself in Yuri's bed.
- "Go to your room!" Yuri said as he took everything off but his leopard print briefs.
- "Sexy underwear Yuratchka!" She said laughing. "Did you hope to come home with someone else?"
- "No!" He groanned.
- "I wish the DJ would have come and talk to us though." She said as she started to undress in the middle of Yuri's bed. "Did you notice him looking at us?" She was down to her underwears when she slid under the cover.
- "Really! Go to your room!" Yuri said without real conviction and sliding under the cover himself. "Did you notice his shoulders?" His tone was softer.
- "Do you think i turned him on?" She said snuggling against him.
- "I hope he is gay." Yuri hold her closer.