KINKTOBER DAY 26
kink of the day: Leather
additional kinks/warnings: exhibitionism, dirty dancing
characters: Shavi and Annila @kaosstar
A/N: Even though Shavi likes to compare the two activities, I think dancing is much harder to write than fucking, but perhaps it's just that I have more practice with the latter. Also: @sullustangin's Eva and the ladies of her crew make make a guest appearance in this one, woohoo!
*** Shavi loved dancing. There was no real art to it, he just followed his instincts, let his body move to the beat of the music. It came as naturally to him as breathing. Or fucking, if you wanted to use that comparison. Shavi grinned at the thought as he rolled his hips in a particularly suggestive dance move. And iIf dancing was like fucking, then dancing on a stage like this was a lot like... well, like fucking in front of a crowd. He was no poet, admittedly, but he was a damn good dancer. The credit chips that landed at his feet were proof of that, but he only needed to look around to find further evidence of his talent. All eyes were on him, and he loved that feeling too. The crowd had been growing all evening, and they were all admiring him, undressing him with their eyes. Not that he was wearing much he could take off at this point. All he had left on him were his tight leather pants, hugging his ass and legs in a way that left very little to the imagination. Shavi ran a hand down his chest, then further down to rub suggestively against his groin, grinning at the whistling sound coming from one of the tables. Wait, was that...? His grin widened as he recognized Eva and her crew in the background. The ladies were having a party, it seemed. The grumpy Zabrak didn't appear to have a lot of fun, but from what he remembered that was kind of typical for her. He waved at the group of women, throwing a kiss in their direction, never stopping his hips as he turned around and slapped his butt a few times. Shavi liked to think he made at least one of them blush, though he was fairly sure it wasn't Eva. That one sure didn't blush easily.
When he took a little break and downed one of the drinks his adoring fans had paid for, the music switched to a slower, more sensual piece. Shavi was delighted to spot another familiar face in the crowd, but he was also a bit confused. What was Annila doing here? Another undercover mission, or a stakeout perhaps? He saw her flushed face and the way she looked at him and suddenly he could almost imagine she was here just to watch him dance. She'd known about his appearance on stage after all. And even someone who hated fun as much as Annila did couldn't resist his charms forever... Before he could think things through Shavi had already jumped off the stage to stand in front of her, tapping his foot to the music. He leaned close to whisper into her ear. “Hey there, gorgeous. I had no idea you'd be here tonight. You here for business or pleasure?”
He loved the way her breath hitched at that. “You're drawing attention,” she gasped, but that kind of confirmed she was undercover after all. Shavi was honestly a bit disappointed that she wasn't here to watch him, but this could still be fun, couldn't it?
To the cheers of the crowd his hips took up their sensual movements again, rolling back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Annila gaped at him in shock, her eyes wide and her shoulders tense. She was looking directly at his crotch to be more precise, as it was only inches from her face. Her mouth was open but no words were coming out. “Act natural,” he smirked and grabbed her hands, placing them on his stomach, then moved them down to his crotch area.
She didn't resist, but he could tell she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. He could also tell how much she wanted HIM in that moment. And while part of him felt kind of bad about embarrassing her, another (much louder) part of him wanted her to keep looking at him like that.
He spun around and bent over, giving her a good look at his ass. He barely felt the tentative touch of her hands through the leather, but he still felt triumphant. That even famously stoic Annila couldn't resist him was quite the ego boost. There was nothing more to it, of course. He pushed back into her touch, hearing several gasps and jealous comments from the other people watching, but he no longer cared about them. Suddenly all he could think of was how much he wanted to be alone with Annila. How much he wanted to dance for her in private. Have her run her fingers down his ass without anyone looking.
