"It's similar enough in some ways, but much less structured in others-" He has to tilt his head back to meet Castiel's eyes when they're this close, pulled in chest to chest, slotting into position as though they've been partners for years rather than a single song. Something of that familiarity brightens Obi-Wan's smile further still were it possible, leaving him buzzing, resonating with joy in the Force. While Castiel may be devoid of his usual grace; perhaps he could feel Obi-Wan all the same through more than the clasp of calloused palms and the beating of their hearts, but the buzzing of the Living Force twinning around and through them both. Keeping them on rhythm, on beat as Obi-Wan guides Castiel through the initial, fluid steps.
Like the other dance, there's a great deal of entwining thighs and aligned hips- warm and merrily buzzed as he is? Obi-Wan thinks nothing of the continued brush of contact other than a quiet admiration of the solidity of Castiel's vessel, and the usual idle appreciation for someone he finds aesthetically appealing.
Nothing will be done with this information but he can admit, when not weighed down with grief or loss; the angel is quite striking. "Ah, there is, but not in the same vein as the other. A fellow Knight and I- Quinlan- were tasked with creating a distraction while the other Masters were absconding with hostages. Though we had many options available to us, Quin always did lean to the more...provocative plans when given leave to do so."
Obi-Wan's hand slides from Castiel's shoulder to the nape of his neck, holding firm there as he leans in and pivots, body rolling against Castiel's, guiding him through mirroring the motion as they turn. Four drinks in and delighted, if not dazzled, by his partner- he's still able to keep them from knocking into anyone else on the floor.
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Like the other dance, there's a great deal of entwining thighs and aligned hips- warm and merrily buzzed as he is? Obi-Wan thinks nothing of the continued brush of contact other than a quiet admiration of the solidity of Castiel's vessel, and the usual idle appreciation for someone he finds aesthetically appealing.
Nothing will be done with this information but he can admit, when not weighed down with grief or loss; the angel is quite striking. "Ah, there is, but not in the same vein as the other. A fellow Knight and I- Quinlan- were tasked with creating a distraction while the other Masters were absconding with hostages. Though we had many options available to us, Quin always did lean to the more...provocative plans when given leave to do so."
Obi-Wan's hand slides from Castiel's shoulder to the nape of his neck, holding firm there as he leans in and pivots, body rolling against Castiel's, guiding him through mirroring the motion as they turn. Four drinks in and delighted, if not dazzled, by his partner- he's still able to keep them from knocking into anyone else on the floor.