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"Dance with me, Vitya!" Yuuri practically purred into Viktor's ear. A quick bouncy french waltz that sounded like carousel music was playing in the background. Viktor smiled softly, gazing down into Yuuri's shining copper eyes.
"Sure." was all Viktor said before sweeping his fiancé away to the center of the dance floor. Yuuri held him tightly, their bodies pressed close together as they floated across the room with small happy steps. Viktor moved his hands slowly downwards until they came to rest on Yuuri's butt, squeezing slightly. The smaller man blushed and chuckled under his breath.
"You're insatiable." he murmured into Viktor's chest.
"I can't help it Yura, you're too delectable."
Out of the corner of his eye, Viktor saw Yurio make a face at them before turning to complain about their PDA to his new 'friend' Otabek Altin. Viktor watched them closely, noticing that the distance between the two boys was lessening with each passing second. He smiled. Yuri could scream about them only being friends all he wanted, but Viktor could easily see the signs of a quietly blossoming romance.
Viktor hummed, delighted by this turn of events, as he moved gracefully backwards around the dance hall. He paused, realizing that he had been moving forwards before, not backwards. While he had been distracted by Yurio and Otabek, Yuuri had switched into the dominant role of the dance and was now leading Viktor quite confidently. Viktor just smiled wider and allowed the small Japanese man this moment of dominance.
Just then, the music changed and a passionate violin solo that melted into a sultry tango began to play. Yuuri stared up at him and smirked, his eyes suddenly full of an erotic heat. Viktor raised an eyebrow, challenging Yuuri to lead him in the fervent dance. Rising to the challenge, Yuuri held tightly to his waist and dipped Viktor back languidly. Viktor's free leg came up to wrap around Yuuri's hip, staying there for only a moment before sliding sensuously down the back of his partner's leg.
They moved gracefully against each other, elegantly writhing as other instruments joined the lonely violin in its crooning tune. Finally, the tango truly began and they swept almost violently across the room as Chris wolf whistled in the background and Yurio screamed for them to get a room. Viktor forgot to breathe as Yuuri spun him out before snapping him back in to rest against his chest for half a second. As they danced passionately, almost aggressively, the song became soft and playful.
Laughter spilled from Viktor's lips as they spun gently around each other. Nothing else mattered when Yuuri held him in his arms, pushing and pulling him in their dance. The music seemed to pour out of Yuuri directly, rather than the speakers hanging from the ceiling. With sparkling eyes and soft pink lips set in a wide grin, Yuuri pulled Viktor closer and kissed him softly.
"I love you, Vitya" he whispered.
"I love you too, my Yuuri"