Aranis furrowed his brows at him. "You know I am not going to dance like that. And I am not giving in this time, not for anything." He nodded, firm to his word. He was not going to pole dance for anything. Not really. Perhaps if the right oppurtunity came up, he would.
Denzel gives him a disappointed expression with a huff. "Why not? If you think it's because it will hurt, it won't. If you do it right, it's perfect." Denzel simply wishes someone else would show an interest into dancing as he did. Everyone else always turned it done when asked to dance with him.
"Your dances are just-" He paused, not wanting to offend him, "Not my style, really. I like watching. Dancing just isn't my thing." Aranis nodded, trying to make him feel better. "Does Caru dance like you do?""Your dances are just-" He paused, not wanting to offend him, "Not my style, really. I like watching. Dancing just isn't my thing." Aranis nodded, trying to make him feel better. "Does Caru dance like you do?"
"I do lots and lots of different types." Denzel thinks back to the time he had asked Caru to dance and he had finally agreed, turing out to be better than Denzel had expected to be. "No, he doesn't really dance either." With a giggle, he grins. "I tried to teach Nemo how to do this kind of dancing once. He managed to do a tiny bit, but that was all. He wasn't that great at it, but he won't practice."
"Maybe it's just because your dances are highly inappropriate," Aranis stated boldly, "And really only for strippers. Now, that doesn't mean I don't want to see." Shrugging, he folded his arms. "I don't think Nemo'd be the type to dance like a whore."
Denzel thinks this over, and doesn't speak for a while. "...Is it really that inappropriate?" He's gone a little quiet, because he's worried about the reply he's bound to get. He doesn't want to be made out as a bad kid. "Do I dance like a whore?"
Afraid he hurt Denzel's feelings, Aranis shook his head. "Perhaps it doesn't look bad on you..." He mumbled something, and sighed. "Come on, why don't you show me?"
Looking away from him, Denzel bites at his lip again, embarrassed. "I feel s-shy now... Whore isn't a good thing." Denzel does it because he finds it fun, and it's a challange, not because he wants to feel sexy.
"When children do it, they don't look like whores," Stated Aranis blandly. "It's just grown women, is all." He half wanted to see it, and half didn't, but he knew he had to make Denzel feel better either way. Aranis knew it'd result in an erection, but tried to encourage him anyway, for the sake of a happy Den.
Sighing, he looks back up at him again, then forces a smile. "Okay! The music might sound weird, but I like it. I sing to it too." He turns away from him and then starts to play his music as he begings to do his dance, wrapping his hands around the pole, and pulls himself up with ease.
Trying to concentrate on the music and not Den's dancing, Aranis looked at the radio. "That's great," he mumbled, though he wasn't looking. He wasn't in the mood for any 'problems' right now. He never was, unless he was actually going to get what he wanted.
Using the curves on his body to keep himself off the ground, he shows off some of the more difficult poses, but when he realises Aranis isn't paying attenion, he starts to sing a little louder to get his attention. "Look at me, you creep. Straight in the eyes. I won't let you leave over my dead body~"
When Aranis heard this, his head hesitantly turned to look at Denzel. He raised both brows when he saw him. "Y-Yes, see, you're lovely at that," He stuttered, heat flooding to his nether regions. Running a hand through his own hair only made it worse, and he immediately quit, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Pretty, perfect, girly, dressed in black~" Denzel smiled, imagining that the singer was describing himself, even though he was aware it wasn't. Dropping down onto his feet, he curled one leg around the pole and then gave Aranis a cheeky grin. "I see you as you are. I see you're transparent.~" He moves his hips light to the beat, and lifts his other leg so it's level with Aranis's face. He wanted Aranis to look as if he was enjoying watching him, not hoping it was over with soon.
Sensing this, Aranis gulped and smiled a convincing smile, nodding a little, encouraging him. He kept his mouth shut, trying not to stutter. With a shiver, he kept his eyes on him, though it was torture. He did, in fact, want it to be over soon, but showed no signs of this, apart from the slight tent in his pants, which he tried to hide.
Denzel was well aware of what he was doing to Aranis, but thought nothing of it. It happened to everyone sometimes, so he figured Aranis could deal with it. Den was enjoying it and he knew if Aranis was really bothered by it, he'd get up and walk away. He hadn't yet, which is why Denzel carried on his dance into the next song."You can watch her spin 'round a pole just like a beauty queen. Boys and girls in the red light district. Take it to my private room I'll make you dirty boys blush, blush, blush, blush." Half through the song, he's upside down, facing the ground. He tries to match his voice to the low seductive tone as the vocalist. "I'll make you feel hot and i'll make you feel right so I'll spread my legs and just let go~". As he says the last few lyrics, he spreads his legs into the splits, still keeping himself upside down, then slowly brings himself into an upright position.
Turning a light shade of pink, Aranis kept his gaze between Denzel's legs, waiting hopelessly in case there would be a mishap and something would fall out. He even stared shamelessly, running his tongue secretly across his upper lip, fists clenched tight in his pockets. He tried to speak, but it came out as a groan. He cleared his throat, and said quietly, "Doesn't that pole hurt at all? I'm sure if you used me instead, it'd be easier... softer..."
Denzel had decided to stop after two songs, and sat himself down infront of the pole, facing him, looking out of breath. "...No, doesn't hurt." He thinks this over, then shakes his head, with a big smile. "Silly, I can't use a person. I need something hard that I can get my hands around." He gives off a giggle, not catching on his own words that could be taken the wrong way.
Aranis inhaled sharply when he said this, feeling himself harden even more. He felt he was going to explode, and exhaled all of his breath quickly, trying to keep his mind off of his problem. "You... You can try to use a person, you know..."
"I couldn't. I can't get my hands around you properly. The grip would be all wrong..." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "I couldn't dance on someone anyway. Maybe just hang from them, but that's no fun."
"Y-Yes, all wrong..." Aranis muttered, his thoughts drifting to several different perverted scenarios, involving this innocent-looking boy before him. "Why... why don't you give it a shot? Or do one of those dances you do on people?" Referring to a lap dance, of course. He didn't know why he tortured himself like this.
"Oh, a lapdance?" Denzel had tried doing those before to Chester when he had first moved in, simply because he had been asked, and was promised to be taught. "I'm not as good as those, and I'm not sure if I should..."
"It isn't going to get much worse than this," Aranis admitted, shaking his low-hung head. He glanced down at himself. It hurt. He wanted it gone. And this was definitely not going to help. "Just... do it. I want to see how good you are at that, too."
Denzel nodded and then put some more of his music on. It always made him feel more comfortable when he had something to focus on. He moved closer, and then straddled Aranis's hips, placing his arms over his shoulders as he presses his chest up against Aranis's, as well as gridning his waist against his crotch. Denzel wasn't turned on by this, as he wasn't doing it for himself, also he wasn't easily turned on as much as some.
Aranis carefully slid his hands up to hold Denzel tight by the waist. "For balance," he mumbled, though that wasn't exactly his intention. He pressed himself against him with a shudder, groaning quietly as he leaned his head back a little. "Ah... hold it right there..." He paused, "Now move your hips like this..." He demonstrated. "Ah... yes..."
Chester said...that you're not supposed to touch the dancer." He though he'd point it out, but didn't make any attempt to move his hands. Denzel pressed back against him, moving his hips as instructed as he laced his fingers in Aranis's hair, just as Chester had told him to do.
Aranis tried with a lot of difficulty to say something that made sense, but only came up with, "Chester... Chester doesn't... know what he's doing..." He dug his fingers into Denzel's sides, half-moaning. This was torture, it was terrible. He wanted more and was determined to get it. He slid a hand up Denzel's side to rub at his earlobe hopelessly. He knew Denzel would tell him no, but at least it'd make him stop, before his desires were uncontrollable.
Denzel carried on until he felt Aranis touch his ear, and that is when he decided to pull away from him, taking a step back. "...I have to stop now, before I get like you." He nodded lightly towards his erection. "Then we'll both be annoyed." He smiled a bit. "I told you I wasn't very good at them,"
With a quiet whine, Aranis slid down a bit, feeling like crying for no reason. He covered his face with trembling hands, and rubbed a bit at his eyepatch. "It's really hot in here," He muttered, not acknowledging anything Denzel said. He eagerly lifted his groin with Denzel's body's absence.
Denzel watched him, but didn't really know what to say. He was well aware that he couldn't help him out. Moving over to the window, he opened it. "Is this better?"
"Not at all." Aranis mumbled a string of curses in Latin, his heart racing, and a bloodrush flowing to his groin every moment he looked back on what had just happened. He tried to keep his mind off of it, but couldn't. This was probably the closest he'd gotten to having sex without actually following through, and it was torture.
Sitting down again, Denzel started to feel a little guilty for Aranis's current state. "Sorry... But you did ask for that last bit. It's not my fault...is it?"
"Of course not," Aranis said reassuringly, and dragged himself to his room, where he laid on his stomach on the bed, keeping his hands gripping the bedsheets tight above his head to refrain from touching himself.
Denzel followed him, but remained in the doorway. "Touching it yourself will make it feel better. You shoud do that so you don't feel as bad." He turned his head towards the hall. "Should I go to bed now?..."
Aranis refused to take care of it himself. All the better to wait, that way when he did finally get what he wanted, it'd be ten times better, at least. "If you want." This was muffled by the pillow Aranis's damp face was hidden in.
Denzel nodded and then whispered "Goodnight Aranis." Before closing the door and going to his own room to get ready for bed.
Aranis mumbled, "good night," back to him, and slept off his erection like a good boy. That night, he slept the best he had in months.
