dance by walking

The bass thumped and Daisuke found himself walking in beat with the song. Right foot, pause pause, left foot, pause pause, right foot, pause pause, left foot went the walking-dance. Even though he had yet to touch a drop of the punch, Diasuke felt himself loosening up for the first time since he had arrived at the party.

The beat was a good one and Daisuke nodded his head slightly as he feet continued their odd waltz.

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Taichi loved pushing Yamato against the wall for a kiss. Passion seemed more intense when Yamato was held prisoner, trapped with Taichi's hard chest and the cool wall behind him. Taichi would lean hard against whatever the surface was (the stone wall outside of Yama-kun's apartment, the metal chain fence when Yama watched Tiachi's soccer practice, the plaster walls of school when they finished a class) with one hand to cup Yama's chin or run through his soft blond hair.

Yamato didn't always play the uke, however. Somtimes he'd be the one to initiate, pulling Taichi into an empty bathroom stall or pushing him hard onto a mattress.