The importance of Balls [Sakumoto]
Title: The importance of Balls.
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: Pg-13
Note(s): umitsubame gave me a 3 word prompt which included, balls, purple, and confetti. The following is the result and entirely her fault!
“Every gentleman of good standing must be well read, versed in at last two of the romantic languages, and trained in the most modern of dances,” Sho recited.
“Rightly so, Now Master Sakurai place your hands on my waist.”
“But Mr. Matsumoto” Sho pleaded, “Can’t we find a girl for me to partner with? Pray your sister is a fine dancer..”
“Absolutely not!” Mr. Matsumoto put threw his hands in the air, a gesture he only made when Sho had said something exceedingly inappropriate. “You know for fact that she is engaged to be married, it would be most impropriates of her to be seen dancing with a nubile young man!”
Sho sighed, “Alright, but I don’t see the merit of these frivolous balls.” Sho hesitantly placed his hand on Matsumoto’s waist and the music started.
“Balls are not frivolous, they are something to be nurtured,” Matsumoto led Sho backwards and back into the proper tempo, “you must practice your utmost so that balls do not consume you,” The tempo increased and Mr. Matsumoto became more aggressive in his dancing as if trying to portray his emotions through each movement. “Quite the contrary, you consume them.” Matsumoto charged forward catching the young master Sho off guard and into a tight held dip.
“I don’t quite, Sho inhaled. “Understand.” He willed himself to focus on the purple kerchief in his tutor’s pocket rather than the tight crotch of the trousers that heaved before his face.
“Oh but you will.” Mr. Matsumoto smirked the hand that was laced with Sho’s dropped, lingering between Sho’s double breasted coat and falling fast. Sho watched still angled from the dip, and felt himself being pulled into an upright position.
Sho was just about to inquire further about Mr. Matsumoto’s actions when the ballroom doors flew open. As swift as the doors flew open and Sho found Mr. Matsumoto’s hands were gone and his trousers held no trace of being opened. Light on his feet and hands no doubt.
The sun flooded the room in a bright light, magnifying specs of dust as they cascaded to the ground like bits of confetti.
“Sorry to interrupt,” A young boy panted from the door, adjusting his large cap so that it wouldn’t fall on his face.
“Don’t leave us in suspense make haste, Speak Aiba!” as the words left his mouth Sho deftly distanced himself from Mr. Matsumoto.
“The first guest has arrived.”
Pairing: Sho/Jun
Rating: Pg-13
Note(s): umitsubame gave me a 3 word prompt which included, balls, purple, and confetti. The following is the result and entirely her fault!
“Every gentleman of good standing must be well read, versed in at last two of the romantic languages, and trained in the most modern of dances,” Sho recited.
“Rightly so, Now Master Sakurai place your hands on my waist.”
“But Mr. Matsumoto” Sho pleaded, “Can’t we find a girl for me to partner with? Pray your sister is a fine dancer..”
“Absolutely not!” Mr. Matsumoto put threw his hands in the air, a gesture he only made when Sho had said something exceedingly inappropriate. “You know for fact that she is engaged to be married, it would be most impropriates of her to be seen dancing with a nubile young man!”
Sho sighed, “Alright, but I don’t see the merit of these frivolous balls.” Sho hesitantly placed his hand on Matsumoto’s waist and the music started.
“Balls are not frivolous, they are something to be nurtured,” Matsumoto led Sho backwards and back into the proper tempo, “you must practice your utmost so that balls do not consume you,” The tempo increased and Mr. Matsumoto became more aggressive in his dancing as if trying to portray his emotions through each movement. “Quite the contrary, you consume them.” Matsumoto charged forward catching the young master Sho off guard and into a tight held dip.
“I don’t quite, Sho inhaled. “Understand.” He willed himself to focus on the purple kerchief in his tutor’s pocket rather than the tight crotch of the trousers that heaved before his face.
“Oh but you will.” Mr. Matsumoto smirked the hand that was laced with Sho’s dropped, lingering between Sho’s double breasted coat and falling fast. Sho watched still angled from the dip, and felt himself being pulled into an upright position.
Sho was just about to inquire further about Mr. Matsumoto’s actions when the ballroom doors flew open. As swift as the doors flew open and Sho found Mr. Matsumoto’s hands were gone and his trousers held no trace of being opened. Light on his feet and hands no doubt.
The sun flooded the room in a bright light, magnifying specs of dust as they cascaded to the ground like bits of confetti.
“Sorry to interrupt,” A young boy panted from the door, adjusting his large cap so that it wouldn’t fall on his face.
“Don’t leave us in suspense make haste, Speak Aiba!” as the words left his mouth Sho deftly distanced himself from Mr. Matsumoto.
“The first guest has arrived.”