[There's that funny fluttering in his chest, the stuttering beat of his heart and Till has no idea. He just...says things like that as if he's not forever altering the beat of Ivan's heart and rearranging the wiring in his brain. Then he looks at him with those eyes, like he's still shy after all these years with Ivan as his shadow and the feeling reminds him of the night about a week ago, Till high in his nest of blankets, smiling up at Ivan like he hung the stars in the sky just for him.]
That depends, what are you feeling looking at me right now?
[The song that starts, drifting through the crowd as if carried on a breeze is a slow one, one for dates and lovers, he thinks. Selfishly, Ivan's happy because it means he gets to pull Till in close just like this, so close he can feel Till's body heat through the lighter fabric of his outfit. It makes him shiver and fight not to pull Till even closer.]
You look really good, by the way.
[It's still strange to see Till wearing different clothes, to see what he picks out for himself when he never really had the chance to before. The way his clothes hug his narrow waist and cling to his hips has Ivan squeezing him for good measure.
Till's right, he's not the greatest dancer but he's not the worst. It's easy to take the lead even if it's awkward and a little clumsy at first. Ivan doesn't notice, doesn't even care. All he has eyes for is Till. It feels like they're in their own world, just the two of them, the music, and the way their bodies fit and move together.]
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That depends, what are you feeling looking at me right now?
[The song that starts, drifting through the crowd as if carried on a breeze is a slow one, one for dates and lovers, he thinks. Selfishly, Ivan's happy because it means he gets to pull Till in close just like this, so close he can feel Till's body heat through the lighter fabric of his outfit. It makes him shiver and fight not to pull Till even closer.]
You look really good, by the way.
[It's still strange to see Till wearing different clothes, to see what he picks out for himself when he never really had the chance to before. The way his clothes hug his narrow waist and cling to his hips has Ivan squeezing him for good measure.
Till's right, he's not the greatest dancer but he's not the worst. It's easy to take the lead even if it's awkward and a little clumsy at first. Ivan doesn't notice, doesn't even care. All he has eyes for is Till. It feels like they're in their own world, just the two of them, the music, and the way their bodies fit and move together.]