His throat closing, Angel shook his head.
“We’ll just…refine it a bit. Since we’re not currently entertaining an actual customer.”
“Okay.”
“But turn around and pretend there is one in front of you.” Dane twisted Angel’s hips slowly and shifted him so his back was to the man. His hands remained on his hips, his body close, mouth near his ear. “Now take off the shirt, real slow…real sexy.” There was a slight unsteadiness to his breath as it puffed against Angel’s ear. “Remember, they come to the club to be teased and tantalized, seduced.”
Angel gripped the hem of his shirt and slowly worked it upward, his body moving with the music, slowly exposing his firm stomach, then his chest. Dane turned him back around. “Then you turn away when the shirt is about halfway off, teasing them, hiding what they’re longing to see. But continue removing it.”
The shirt slipped up over his head and Dane took it, tossing it sharply away. “Then you toss it in their face.” He smiled. “And face them again.” Once more, he shifted Angel’s body around away from him. “Caress your body slowly, tracing your fingertips through all your delicious grooves.” As if to clarify his meaning, Dane slipped his hands around him and began running his fingertips in and out of the crevices of Angel’s lean muscles, following the pattern of his abdomen then up between his pec muscles. His lips brushed his ear, breath hot, staggered. “Like that, understand?”
“Mm-Hm.” Angel was feeling faint as the man’s fingers continued to slowly caress up and down the front of his torso. Then Dane covered Angel’s hands and guided him in doing the same. His hips never stopped moving, rubbing, swaying, bumping gently against Angel’s rear.
“Keep the rhythm.” Dane whispered, his lips touching the side of his neck just below his ear. “Never stop moving, stay with the music.”
Angel realized he had nearly stopped moving altogether as the man’s touch began to immobilize his senses. “Okay.” He said thickly and fell into sync with Dane’s body again.
“Now begin to caress down lower, over your hips,” His breath puffed hotly on Angel’s neck and he moved Angel’s hands to every area of the body he named off. “Your thighs.” Angel bit back a moan as his strong hands gripped his and rubbed all over him. “Your beautiful ass.” Angel’s lower lip sucked between his teeth when Dane’s fingers reached through Angel’s own and squeezed his ass cheeks through his pants. “They love it when you rub your ass.” He groaned.
I love it when ‘you’ rub my ass, Angel moaned inwardly. At least he was pretty sure it turned inward, rather than rolling up his throat, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Then your crotch.” He murmured, his breath growing heavier, quicker. He slid Angel’s hands down between his legs, rubbing them along his inner thighs then slowly back up over the hard bulge of his crotch. Angel gasped before he could suck it back, his body pressing against Dane’s chest, his fingers squeezing Dane’s fingers as the man continued the slow, sensual caress of his crotch. “Then,” Dane panted softly. “You tease them with glimpses of what they came to see.”
***
Control yourself. Dane was doing his damnedest, but he was barely holding on. The way Angel was pressed against him, the quickness of his breath, the tightness of his grip on Dane’s hands–he knew he could have him right then and there. But even though he was fairly certain Angel came here knowing much more was liable to happen than just dance lessons, he didn’t want the boy to think that was all he wanted of him. Dane did wish to help him get on top of his game. True, he wanted the boy on top of him as well. But even so…
“Slowly unbutton your pants.” Dane could feel the tremble in his own body as well as Angel’s. He wasn’t entirely sure how much more of this either of them could take. “Then slide down your zipper.”
Angel followed instructions perfectly, doing as Dane said. His fingers shook a little as he popped loosed the button of his pants and unzipped slowly, his body never breaking rhythm, ass tucking nicely into Dane’s crotch, getting him so hard he feared he might scream out loud and frightened the kid.
Taking hold of Angel’s bare hips beneath the loose waistband of his pants, he told him softly, “Now slide them down, just a little, like you did in the booth. And turn…” He twisted the boy around again so they were chest to chest. Well, evenly so. The top of Angel’s head barely reached past Dane’s chin, placing his mouth at his upper chest. “Now show them just a little look-see of that fine ass.” Angel shoved his pants down enough to expose the upper swell of his cheeks and his lovely, inviting crack. Dane’s heart jumped and slammed into his chest wall, breaking his breath. He gripped Angel’s pants around the boy’s hands and pushed them down just a hair more. “A little more, give them a good glimpse.”