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You have been watching him dance for hours - for hours he had went to countless of dance routines in preparation for his performances on stage, for countless times he had worked on movements that were already perfect in your eyes.
He had started out in a hoodie and a cap, but now he was in a drenched, black tank-top; his cap long lost somewhere between the spins and turns; his hair and absolute, wonderful mess from the times when he had run his fingers trough them in frustration for being 0.01 second too late with a move. This one song was frustrating him the most and he had been redoing it for ten times, each time mesmerizing you with his sharp hand movements and… powerful thrusts. You had been staring at him, almost drooling, for all this time, not earning any reaction or attention even he stopped for few minutes to gulp down a bottle of water but now, suddenly and out of nowhere, he noticed you.
He stared at the mirror before him, his head slightly tilted back, his lips parted, eyes half-lidded, sweat rolling down his neck, chest and arms and in this half dazed state his eyes meet yours trough the mirror and you freeze. 
He turns around slowly and looks at you, catching his breath. Your eyes try to stay in the same level with his, but you can’t help and let them to travel to his rising and falling chest and to those hips that had done some unbelievable moves just second ago. “Was the dance okay?” he asks out of nowhere and you look back up immediately.
“W…what?” you stammer out, trying not to loose your focus, even though it is really hard at this point.
“The dance for ‘Paradise’, was it okay this time?” he asks again and takes few steps closer to the bench where you have been sitting all this time. 
“I… think it was perfect from the first time.” you say and try to look away, even though you know your eyes will turn back to him despite your struggles not to. 
“Really?” he asks and you bite your lip not to look. “I always think that I’m lacking something.” he speaks and there’s silence for a moment. “Come here.” he says and your look up immediately. “I want to try something.” he continues and moves his hand, asking you to stand up.
You oblige, standing up slowly and walking over to him even slower. The heat from his body hits you immediately and your head goes light. “Teaching usually helps me to realize my own mistakes.” he explains his intentions when his hands land on your hips, showing how you should twist them during the chorus. (You didn’t shiver in delight from the touch, not at all.)
He spends a good hour explaining the details to you, but, of course, the element he explained to you the first - when his hands were on you - you can’t get right at all. “Not like that.” he lets out a sigh and stands behind you. His body presses against yours - your back is against his chest, your butt against his front; his hands on your hips. “Like this.” he says and moves his hips so that you would do the same movement the same way he does and when you thought you couldn’t be lamer than not being able to dance (despite being a trainee, by the way) you let out a moan. 
Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth and he freezes, looking at you trough the mirror. You can hear him gulping loudly, his grip on your hips tightening. “A…again. Let’s try again.” he says in a bit weird voice and clears his throat, before showing the move again. This time you don’t moan, but there is something groan-like coming from his lips right against your ear and after he realizes what he did, he almost jumps away from you, rubbing his hands awkwardly against his pants, avoiding any glance at you, before murmuring something under his nose, ruffling his hair and turning back to you. 
He closed the distance in seconds, his arm going around your middle and pulling you flush against him. His breathing was speeding up like when he was dancing, the same passionate sparkles jumping in his eyes right before he decided upon kissing you with all his might, taking your breath away.
He wasn’t passionate only about dancing - as you learned, he was passionate about many other things as well and his thrusting… didn’t need any improvement for sure.

-Admin L

Now, is it only Admin L’s dirty mind, or this looks like something that could be re-enacted on a bed, where those hands would be held by hand-cuffs, not letting them to move while you tease them and make them beg for you to let them free, so they could return the favor. Or against a wall in a more dark setting, with chains and… *cough*.
Then again… if could be just Admin L and her dirty, dirty imagination.

-Admin L