Musical Monday: Where music can change perception and bring healing.

 

Ryu knows that his new Kissmas Daddy has been sad and alone since his last boy left him. Daddy might not move as smoothly as others, but that doesn't mean they can't dance together, something Ryu sets out to prove to him early in their relationship. 

I've aways loved exploring the healing properties of music and the way it can bridge the gap between people of different generations and backgrounds. The fact that Ryu has such an intimate connection with music through his dancing is one of many bridges that help connect him and his new Daddy. By showing Hank that he won't treat him different, Ryu helps Hank start to move past the feelings of inadequacy that were sparked after his last boy left him. That isn't to say that Ryu doesn't see Hank's limitations due to his injury, he does, but he doesn't define his new Daddy by what he is unable to do, instead, he looks for ways that he can lessen the burden on him around the house and property while also showing Hank that it's okay for Hank not to do everything himself. That they can be a true team in every way something that developed over the course of the story. 

A Daddy for Christmas: Ryu can be found here: A Daddy for Christmas: Ryu

That was the other wonderful thing about his new little. Ryu was respectful when it came to Hank’s work. He paused in the doorway or at the side of Hank’s desk and waited to be acknowledged whenever Hank was working, and he always waited until Hank’s pen was down and his drawing tablet was out of his hands before assuming his place in Hank’s arms.

Last night, as they’d been doing the dishes together, Ryu had turned into Hank’s embrace and suddenly he’d found himself swaying to the beat of the soft song playing on the radio. Ryu didn’t care if Hank could only shuffle side to side without his cane, all he seemed to care about was being there with him, touching, holding, laughing when Artemis leaped up onto the counter, sliding in a small puddle and half landing in the sink, her fur wet and plastered to her face as she yowled and leaped down, looking damned disgruntled and pissed.

“See kitty, that’s karma,” Ryu said before kneeling to clean up the drips of what she’d left behind. “Shouldn’t have stolen my binky.”

That had gotten Hank laughing almost as hard as seeing his soaked cat skitter out of the kitten. Ryu talked like he held a grudge, but not twenty minutes later he’d sat with Artemis on his lap, feeding her treats while he dried her fur.

He was a sweetheart.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing his gaze away from the deep, bending arch Ryu had folded himself into. Holy shit but he couldn’t wait to see the way the boy moved when he was riding Hank’s cock. Would it be slow and sensuous, rough and wild, or a whirlwind tangle of both with a healthy dose of exploration on the side?

Damn, that buzzing was insistent, the screen bright and flashing as he withdrew it from his jeans.

Ernie.

Joy.

                                                              ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

For those who have expressed curiosity over the song that was on the radio, I give the tune they were dancing to.