[He's gorgeous. Moreso than any other time Dice has looked at him, he thinks. He wants things he can't recall ever wanting from anyone else, and he wants them desperately.]
...this feel like flattery?
[Sure, Dice would like certain things, but right now he wants to touch and lick and bite every covered inch of Gentaro until he's marked and claimed. It's a feral energy he hasn't expressed in so, so long. This is unfiltered Dice, his hair falling askew, his cheeks slightly dusted with pink, his hand eagerly working to figure out what makes Gentaro react.]
[ It's baffling to think about how they started off. Now, he can't imagine ever staying away from Dice. He's lovely, sweet and earnest, and what he's doing with his hand is driving him out of his mind already. Much better than his own hand. ]
It doesn't matter what it is, [ he manages, chest heaving.
He reaches up, sliding a hand into his hair to grip gently. ]
[Something in that tone is commanding, and suddenly Dice has absolutely no problem with authority whatsoever. He lets go of Gentaro's cock only long enough to get his underwear pushed down as far as he can, then he goes back to stroking him increasingly feverishly.
It's insane. All of this is a dream come true, and for once he doesn't expect things to turn on him.
That hand in his hair holds him in place, and so does that commanding gaze, but he challenges it by lowering his head to bite and suck at Gentaro's skin. He travels down as far as Gentaro will allow, teeth bared and tongue working.]
[ The challenge gets him to crane his neck and gasp. He doesn't stop him from marking him up, and he doesn't plan on it. Dice can leave his marks on him anywhere he wants.
Feeling Dice's mouth and teeth on him, his hand working on him has him moaning desperately. Gentaro rocks into his hand, impatient all over again. Already he wants to feel Dice inside him, but he has just enough patience for this. Whatever Dice gives him, he'll gladly take it.
He was reluctant to take Dice's money, but there's no way he'll turn this down. ]
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...this feel like flattery?
[Sure, Dice would like certain things, but right now he wants to touch and lick and bite every covered inch of Gentaro until he's marked and claimed. It's a feral energy he hasn't expressed in so, so long. This is unfiltered Dice, his hair falling askew, his cheeks slightly dusted with pink, his hand eagerly working to figure out what makes Gentaro react.]
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[ It's baffling to think about how they started off. Now, he can't imagine ever staying away from Dice. He's lovely, sweet and earnest, and what he's doing with his hand is driving him out of his mind already. Much better than his own hand. ]
It doesn't matter what it is, [ he manages, chest heaving.
He reaches up, sliding a hand into his hair to grip gently. ]
I want more of it.
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It's insane. All of this is a dream come true, and for once he doesn't expect things to turn on him.
That hand in his hair holds him in place, and so does that commanding gaze, but he challenges it by lowering his head to bite and suck at Gentaro's skin. He travels down as far as Gentaro will allow, teeth bared and tongue working.]
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Feeling Dice's mouth and teeth on him, his hand working on him has him moaning desperately. Gentaro rocks into his hand, impatient all over again. Already he wants to feel Dice inside him, but he has just enough patience for this. Whatever Dice gives him, he'll gladly take it.
He was reluctant to take Dice's money, but there's no way he'll turn this down. ]