Genre: Fluff!!
No trigger warnings 🌷
Ily all😁💙 Stay alive
Oh and Happy New Year!
Requested by the amazing Dukexiety_Shipper
(I'm sorry if it's short :c )
Roman sighed as he scribbled down another idea, frowning as he read it, and throwing it away. Yet another idea gone to waste.
However, he grinned as his lover came to the door with a smile. "What'sss got you all stressed?"
Deceit strolled over, wrapping his arms around Roman's shoulders and running a finger over his jaw. Roman shuddered and relaxed into him. "Just the usual. Creative block is really getting me down."
Deceit smirked and pressed chaste kisses into Roman's neck. "Come, now, my prince. I'm sure you'll have some excellent ideas soon." He extended a slender hand to Roman and helped him out of his chair.
Roman raised an eyebrow. "Where are you taking me?"
Deceit smiled. "Patience, Ro." He led him into Roman's ballroom space he'd created and Roman grinned as Deceit set up an old record, a slow song beginning to play. Deceit advanced on Roman, slipping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "May we have this dance?" Roman silently began to move his feet and spin Dee around. The flow of the dance was slow and steady; like a calm heartbeat.
Deceit gracefully dipped Roman, letting him spin out and away, before pulling him back in close, threatening to brush his lips against Roman's, before casting him away again. The mood was passionate and loving, the pair keeping eye contact as they danced. It was a whirlwind of clothes and colours; Deceit's soft caplet spinning and flapping, Roman's sash billowing gently. The tension was almost tangible; sweet, and loving. The dance itself was flawless, passionate, agile. There were an array of emotions in the room. Love, passion, joy, and pleasure. It was magical. Roman couldn't hold back a pleased laugh, his eyes glittering in joy at the warmth he felt with his boyfriend. He felt safe, and right in Dee's arms. Roman was beyond happy that Deceit could help him - his head was clearer and already new ideas were flowing through his mind.
At last, it was over and Deceit ended by dipping Roman and leaning in for a passionate kiss, finally granting Roman what he had been waiting for. Roman gratefully grasped at Dee's neck as Deceit cupped his cheek, Roman tugging at his hair as it turned into a soft make out session, Roman tasting every crevice of Deceit's mouth. Meanwhile, the music slowed to a stop.
Soon, the pair bowed for an imaginary audience, as they always did, panting.
Roman turned to Deceit and squeezed him hard, surprising Dee. "Thank you, DeeDee."
Deceit smiled sincerely, a rare sight. "Anytime, sweetheart." He pressed a soft kiss to Roman's forehead.
[Word Count: 468 words.]
