Techno felt as Dream's thighs flexed, closing even more tightly around his middle. Their faces were less than an inch away now. Oh how desperately he wanted to kiss him, to bridge that tiny gap and entangle their lips. He could almost feel Dream's tongue delving into his mouth, wrestling with his own. But this wasn't the time. With a forlorn sigh he took Dream's hand and released the other from his shoulder blade. Dream dipped back elegantly, and they spun. It helped in keeping their balance, as well as letting the audience have a good view of the impressive move. Plus, this was ballet, twirling was a necessity. Eventually Dream's legs unwrapped themselves from his torso and they finished their routine, earning them a hearty amount of applause.
Techno was sweaty and exhausted, but he could barely wait until they were past the wings to swoop Dream into a deep kiss. Dream indicated a desire to be picked up, so he ended up carrying him back to the dressing room as he felt his partner melt gracefully in his arms. They might not have won the competition, but neither of them cared, what they were doing was purely for themselves. And if they had to go on stage with messy hair and the costumes from the first round, then that was a price they'd gladly pay.
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Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies
RomanceJust random dreamnoblade stuff I feel like writing No smut. I can get pretty heavy on the lime, but nothing below the belt
