Dance was something that Cygnus liked, although to few he would admit why. Some might allude it to inciting lust or for training flexibility, both of which were feasible explanations. But, no - his fondness for dance was rooted elsewhere. It was rooted in a time when he was a young waif, trapped in a place with no family.<br/><br/>Cygnus had been born to the young daughter of a rich merchant, and a lowly sailor. He had been told that his mother had been disowned by her father and mother, cast away from their home because of his lost maidenhead. No one would marry her, especially since she had a bastard child. But his sailor father, having a modicum of honor, claimed him as his son and his mother as his wife. So his mother and father had gone together to a ship with him in hand - they would cross the sea and return to his father's homeland of Printemps, south of Weiss. That was what was supposed to happen, but did not.<br/><br/>Instead, in the middle of the sea, upon the little galley that his mother and father had chosen to board and cross the Southern sea, they crossed paths with slavers. And in only a day, they had been captured. His mother was dead before the ship reached, raped dozens upon dozens of times before succumbing to a venereal sickness contracted from one of the pirates. When they had reached Printemps' shore he was parted from his father, never to be seen again. From there Cygnus had been sold to a master as a child, wrapped in a thin and pitiful rag that was meant to protect him, if only barely. At least, that was what he had been told by his slaver.<br/><br/>Slavery had been terrible for him. There was little food and mead for him to survive off of, and sometimes when he was desperate enough to steal from his master's kitchen. When he was caught he was beat, and only when he grew older did he learn. It was a miracle that he even managed to survive at all - it was only by chance that there had been a merciful wet nurse, who had just finished weaning his master's child, that would feed him when he was a mere baby. But the miracle was a curse if anything. Everyday was monotonous labor - cleaning his master's estate, running errands for the cooks, whatever a slave could do. The only fond memory he had was during times of celebration, where he was given a meal that made his belly feel full and everyone danced together, upper class mingling with lower class in the only display of equality allowed.<br/><br/>He never had the opportunity to learn formal dance. There was a time where Sapi had lusted over him - he still did, but the intensity of his affections had weakened - and he had offered Cygnus everything he could ever want, if only he would be his concubine. But by then he had tasted the salt of the sea, and the idea of separating himself from the ocean's gray waves was unheard of. Under Altair's instruction, he tried his best to mimic the movements shown and described to him.<br/><br/>"Music, you say? Unless you'd like to hear a jab of me singing a folk tune... unlikely. Or you could sing, if that would help you," Cygnus said. He narrowed the distance between their hips, coming closer with every little movement. The warmth that radiated off of Altair made him aware of how close they were, and it served to ignite a faint spark of lust inside him. The fact that Altair was taller, now noticeable when they both stood up at higher posture, tempted him to push the slave over so that the difference would become unknown once more.<br/><br/>When Altair stumbled and grabbed onto him for support, Cygnus became a pillar as he clutched onto the slave's arm, letting him regain his posture. The captain pulled Altair closer, giving him a stoic stare in the eye. He placed his right hand against the back of Altair's neck, left hand pinched against the slave's chin. "Tired, are you? You can rest... as soon as we're done this lesson. The next part is where you straddle me like a horse, yes? A Dusanian slave once showed me that dance, and I'd like to see it again," Cygnus whispered. He could feel Altair's cock pressed against his body, warm but flaccid.