[ He thought as much. There's something in Dice's tone, though, that reaches inside him and squeezes his heart. It really is remarkable how much Dice affects him. Gentaro isn't surprised Dice hasn't caught onto the fact that his flirting is less a way to mess with him and more earnest and genuine.
For a moment more, he's quiet. Being honest... well. It's not as difficult as he first thought. ]
I want you, of course. [ He slides his fingers between Dice's. ] But not because I want you to pay me back. Really, all that flirting I've been doing is not because I want to tease you. Even worse, each time you sleep over, you end up disheveled and half-clothed, and you expect me to not want you...
[ He sighs dramatically, even as the corners of his lips turn upward. ]
[Dice is silent for his own long moment, brows furrowing, eyes glancing away for a moment as he contemplates not just anyone, but Gentaro wanting him. There are fingers between his, and after that silence, he squeezes Gentaro's hands firmly.]
Look, uh...
[He makes eye contact again, and there's bold honesty there in his gaze.]
You've been hittin' on me this whole time and I just thought you were screwing around? I mean, you're hot, and you're my friend, so I'm not gonna say no... I'm just not usedta people... uh, wanting me, I guess? So if you're gonna say shit like that, you better be serious.
[ That heat that's been at the back of his neck floods his cheeks. Dice thinks he's hot, which is new to him. Sure, he puts endless effort and thought into his appearance, but hearing Dice say that...
His mouth is drier than it has been this whole time. He draws in a breath and touches his forehead to Dice's. ]
I am very serious. [ His gaze slides from Dice's when he says, ] ... It's remarkably easy to be honest with you. More than I had realized, until now.
[He feels like he knows how hard it is for Gentaro to be honest. He suspects secrets, knows Gentaro's probably suffering from things in his own way, so... he won't force anything else out of him on that front. He'll trust him to be honest with his body, instead.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Dice pulls a hand away from Gentaro's and touches the other man on the cheek briefly with callused fingertips.]
Don't hafta push yourself.
[And he stares resolutely at Gentaro's lips for a moment more before tipping his chin up to kiss him. It's chaste, but firm and sure.]
[ He catches Dice looking at his mouth, so it doesn't come as a surprise when he kisses Gentaro. He isn't sure what he thought it would be like, to kiss Dice, but he knows he does want more. How much he needs to feel more of Dice nearly knocks him breathless.
Gentaro's usually patient, but right now, he feels like it's understandable to be anything but. As he slides a hand into Dice's hair again and slides an arm around his neck, he presses against Dice, insistent and honest. ]
[Maybe it's a little awkward, the way Dice pulls himself up to stand, but he wants to be able to properly wrap his arms around Gentaro if it's going to be like this. He wants to feel that body against his, to warm Gentaro up, debts of gratitude forgotten but paid anyway.
He's the one who parts his lips first, runs a tongue over Gentaro's lower lip with a sound like a purr, his head tipping into the fingers in his hair.]
[ Dice knows just how to get him worked up, or maybe he's just that desperate for him, for his touch. It's highly likely that it's both. And Gentaro isn't one to squander what he's given, so as Dice's tongue brushes over his bottom lip, he parts his lips to let him in.
He's been doing a lot of that, lately--letting Dice in, even if Dice doesn't realize the extent of it. The least he could do is give as good as he's getting, so he pushes his tongue against Dice's. He tightens his grip in Dice's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
And the sound Dice makes--it's like fingers of ice trailing down his spine with how he shivers. It's not enough, not even as Gentaro rocks his hips against Dice's and lets out a low groan. ]
[He's being held here now by the hand in his hair and Gentaro's magnetic presence. That could be Dice's biases in action, thinking Gentaro irresistible in this way, but he doesn't give one ounce of fucks. Gentaro could destroy him completely, as long as he swears he won't stop.
This feels right. Like Dice belongs under those fingers, plied by that grip and these too soft lips. If he were to walk away he'd kick himself forever. So instead he accepts that tongue against his, not fighting but rather letting his own dance along with Gentaro's.
Then the groan and the pressure and friction hit at the same time and Dice draws in a sharp breath, letting it out on a long, indulgent sound. His eyes flutter closed and stay that way now, his own hips rolling in response, their chemistry undeniable at last.]
[ It's completely unfair, how delicious those sounds are. Gentaro's breath catches at Dice rocking against him. Suddenly, how many layers he's wearing are too much, but even so, it's impossible to miss how much he needs Dice, how eager he is.
He bites down on Dice's lip, then pulls away. Not too far--he can't bear to, even to tease him. Instead, he brushes his lips against Dice's, his breath hot as he murmurs, ]
Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we?
[ It feels incredible to finally be able to show Dice how much he wants him, but... there's something far more tempting about inviting Dice to his bed, about Dice's weight pressing down on him as he takes Gentaro apart, little by little. Gentaro doesn't even wait for Dice to answer before he takes him by the hand to his bedroom. Nor does he waste time staying dressed; he removes each layer carefully, and because it's Gentaro, he does take the time to fold his clothes.
He's not stalling, necessarily, but perhaps he is a bit nervous to bare himself like this. Even to Dice. ]
[He doesn't even bother dwelling on the fact that this is a dream come true. He'll let himself be ruled by need and the way Gentaro looks as he leads him to the bedroom, Dice plastered to his side.]
Hell yes.
[It's not hard for a guy like Dice to express affection for the people he loves, but he doesn't usually let it go this way. No, he never does. This is a unique experience, and he's swallowing hard as Gentaro just goes right on and strips. It gives Dice a moment's pause, wondering if he's being too eager, but... also being left behind. So he quickly whips off his jacket and shirt, revealing absolutely cut abs and a toned chest, strong arms and shoulders, pants slung almost too low to be legal. Off come the belts, then his socks and jeans. He's not folding things, not really, just kind of bunching them up while he averts his eyes from Gentaro.
But when he looks back to him, god is he gorgeous, and Dice's mouth literally hangs open.]
[ Good lord. Gentaro had figured that Dice looked good--because he looks good even fully clothed--but this is... It's downright scandalous. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's staring at Dice, because seriously... who wouldn't? Gentaro isn't as unmovable or unflappable as he tries to act most of the time.
And he's definitely feeling warmer, both because of the man standing in front of him, and because of what he says. Gentaro chuckles softly and takes Dice's hand, then pulls him down alongside him on the bed. ]
I could say the same to you. [ At least Gentaro isn't committed enough to his dress that he's wearing fundoshi--just boxers. Ones that are certainly tighter than they were when he'd gone to fetch Dice. ] Why don't you show me how hot you think I am?
[Dice is an absolute mindless, useless mess of arousal at this point, but he makes the firmest eye contact with Gentaro as he joins him in bed. This... pinch him, it's gotta be a fucking dream. It can't be real.
He's already putting a hand on Gentaro's shoulder to push him down to show him, his other hand's fingers curling in the sheets, when Gentaro
says
that
and Dice's eyes go wide.
The next moment, he's pinning Gentaro to the bed, kissing him fiercely with eyes closed tight, a hand lingering in Gentaro's hair to card through it and tug at intervals that have no meaning or rhythm.
Gentaro wanted to slow down earlier and Dice has no idea how hard or fast he wants to go with this, if he even wants to get that last scrap of clothing off, but it doesn't matter. He's kissing him like it's the last time he ever will, like he's a man utterly devoted.]
[ He'd figured that might have an effect, but this--
Dice has shattered his expectations. It's nothing new, of course, but Gentaro couldn't be happier for it right now. Gentaro clutches at Dice, nails digging into his back as he kisses him. He kisses him like a man deprived of water, like Dice is oxygen and he's adrift in space.
Honestly, going slow is the last thing on his mind, after he'd assured Dice that this was more than just an obligation or payback. Screw going slow--he'll take whatever Dice gives him, however Dice wants to give it to him. He hooks a leg around Dice's hip and rocks against him.
His lips part under Dice's as he lets out a low moan. He won't lie--he's thought of Dice just like this, late at night when he's felt particularly frustrated with this or that, but that doesn't compare to the real deal. Gentaro deepens the kiss, rolls his hips against Dice's, and a thought cuts through the haze in his mind.
He wants Dice to devour him, completely and utterly. ]
[Even Dice, simple guy though he may seem to be, knows when he's the luckiest bastard in the room. And that's him right now. Every time Gentaro's hips contact his, he gasps and groans into the kiss.
He's going to tear him apart in only the sweetest ways, and he's not going to regret it. Thoughts of this possibly being for any reason other than mutual attraction and long-ignored need fly from Dice's head as he rocks his hips forward in response.
A hand delves between them, callused fingers working to memorize Gentaro's shoulders and chest, and he breaks the kiss, only to follow with surprisingly gentle, open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's neck.]
[ Things Gentaro has learned: His neck is particularly sensitive. He's suddenly very glad he had the foresight to move to the bed, because Dice's mouth against his neck would make it impossible to stay standing. His breath catches sharply, and he cranes his neck, craving more.
He buries a hand in Dice's hair, nails scratching against his scalp. It's impossible to hold back those gasps and moans, and he rocks his hips against Dice's. He could ruin Gentaro completely, and he'd enjoy every second of it. ]
[Dice is relentless, spurred on by the hand in his hair and the reactions he never dreamed of hearing from Gentaro. He never would have called himself an exceptional lover, but... he also never had someone like Gentaro before. The lingering walls between them are absolutely demolished now, and Dice wants more than anything to make Gentaro feel as light and elated as he himself feels right now.
Hearing his name spurs him on, and he can't help himself. He laps at a spot low on Gentaro's neck, almost at his shoulder, before he nips at the skin with those trademark canines of his. At the same time, like an oath, like a growl:]
Gentaro.
[His hand travels lower with urgency, gripping Gentaro's hip to pull him against Dice's body as he seeks more friction and contact.]
[ Gentaro should have expected this, really. Dice never does anything halfheartedly, especially when it comes to his posse. He seems intent on making sure Gentaro feels incredible, and so far, he's pretty damn successful. Especially when Dice brushes his tongue against that spot. Gentaro's breath hitches sharply, and the bite--
Gentaro lets out a moan--one that sounds absolutely wrecked. His hand tightens in Dice's hair, while his other scratches at Dice's back. ]
Dice-- [ He breaks off with a moan, and he pulls at Dice's hair so he can look at him. Gentaro's absolutely a mess--flushed, hair disheveled, his pupils blown wide. ] If you don't finish undressing us both, I will kick you out.
[ Big words when Gentaro's got such a tight hold on him, when he's harder than he's ever been in his life. ]
[Of course he's intent on making Gentaro feel good. Hell, he's not convinced he isn't head over heels for the guy, and moments like this are gonna make it damn hard to deny things. Because even though Dice's brain is absolutely going off with thoughts of the physical aspects of this, the fact that he's doing this with Gentaro somehow makes him so lightheaded he might lose himself way too soon.
No. He can't have that. He's going to do every last thing Gentaro wants, needs, desires, and he's going to make sure it counts, just in case this is a whim, its own little fling, and never to be repeated. He is going to destroy this man thoroughly.
Their eyes meet, and Dice's are wide and feral. There's hunger there, and eagerness to please and be pleased, that's for sure. But at that moment, he's finally convinced they're not just going to rut and get off and call it good. He's pretty sure he's about to--]
Fuck, you're hot.
[His hands waste no time as he shifts and gets onto his knees, working Gentaro's last remaining garment down and off before he pushes his own boxers down and kicks them to god knows where in the room. If the sinfully good grip on his hair never lets up, that's fine by him.]
[ Gentaro's never seen a look quite like that on Dice before. He shivers under that gaze, swallows hard, doesn't try to ignore or push down his desire. He wants to see it more, wants Dice to look at only Gentaro with that look. Gentaro's lips part, and he cards his fingers through Dice's hair, desperate to touch and feel him in every single way. If he's not careful, Gentaro runs the risk of becoming helplessly addicted.
Maybe he already is--and maybe Gentaro would like to embrace it fully, let Dice wreck him whenever he wants. It's not like Gentaro wouldn't want that either, anyway. How many times has he thought of this exact moment (it's so much better than even Gentaro's endlessly clever mind could dream up), imagined hearing that tone in Dice's voice, thought about Dice's mouth and fingers and hands tracing the lines of Gentaro's body?
And then Dice says that, and Gentaro groans, presses a hand to his face--the one not buried in Dice's hair. Is he embarrassed? ]
Dice, please.
[ He sure is. It's incredibly strange, being this on display for someone. Yet... it's not unpleasant. He trusts Dice, after all. He can't hide from Dice like this, and he realizes he certainly doesn't want to.
He draws his hand away from his face, and seeing Dice laid bare like this... well. Gentaro's struck speechless, and that desire burns inside him. He's fully aware he's staring, but he can't exactly be blamed for that, can he? ]
[Dice is beyond turned on right now, absolutely, but he's still himself. So when he realizes his comment embarrassed Gentaro he mumbles a quick apology before doing something productive about it.
Something productive in the form of running his hands down to grip Gentaro's hips, rubbing his thumbs over soft skin there as he lowers his head and presses open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's chest. He glances up from time to time, most pointedly when he's licking or biting at a nipple.
There are no fireworks or miracles, but Dice devotes himself entirely to relishing every last inch of Gentaro. When one hand finally strays toward the center of their bodies like an afterthought or a foregone conclusion, there's no hesitation. He simply wraps one useless, callused gambler's hand around Gentaro's length and purrs like a pleased jungle cat. The strokes are light at first, getting a feel for him, for how he reacts.
And even as he does that, he's slotting himself between Gentaro's knees in anticipation. This is his liar, being honest as he can be, and Dice thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. Gentaro falling apart is as thrilling as watching the slot machine wheels turn and click into place. It's roulette he's damn sure he can't lose. Everything in his life has brought him to this very moment and he's not squandering the chance.]
[ Dice Arisugawa is going to be the death of him, but Gentaro can't find it in himself to want anything else right now. Each brush of his tongue, his teeth, draws a sharp gasp, a low groan, a moan wracked with desperation and need. Seeing Dice between his legs with that hungry expression so trained on him does something to him. And when Dice's hand wraps around his length--
The rest of Gentaro's walls, broken down as if Dice had taken a sledgehammer to them, crumble to finely ground silt. As he runs his fingers through Dice's hair and pushes his hair out of his eyes, he rocks his hips, impatient as Dice strokes him.
Even if Gentaro wanted to hide away these reactions, retreat into the protection of a lie, he couldn't. Even if there are no fireworks, from the moment Dice had pressed his lips against Gentaro's, something had sparked between them. It's always been there, hidden beneath kindling and the layers of their secrets and loneliness that's long gone unsoothed. Now, that spark's grown to something more, something that burns Gentaro from the inside in the sweetest ways.
Not unlike Dice himself, all fire and desire. He's burned away the flimsy armor that had started to weaken from the moment he'd met him and Ramuda. Gentaro had known that falling into their strange, inexplicable little group would have been an adventure, but this....
For all his wit and cleverness and skill, Gentaro could spend every hour of every day for the rest of his life writing, and he would never be able to describe this. And he certainly wouldn't want to, besides. This is for only them; it's a side of Dice and himself he wants to keep close to his heart. ]
Dice, [ he gasps out, and the hand not buried in Dice's hair curls around the sheets of the bed, just within reach of Dice's. ]
[Gentaro pushes Dice's hair out of his face, and the gambler's actions stutter for a moment as he meets his eyes. It's at that moment that he knows he's in trouble. That look in those eyes is for him, he decides, and for no one else. Not like a guy like Dice could be remotely possessive, or even claim a thing in the world as truly his own, but he pretends for a moment that Gentaro has never looked at anyone like this in his life, and that if he looks back with the fiercest, most fleeting look of ardor, he won't have to actually say how he quite suddenly feels.
The sentimental flicker doesn't last, and Dice grins almost immediately, but it's there, and it's their secret.
And the way he says his name, breathes it, caresses it with his tongue... Dice doesn't know what he'll do when he hears Gentaro say it in any normal kind of tone now. His mind will always remember this. He's screwed. He knows it, too.
So he goes for broke. That hand settles near his as he resumes stroking Gentaro, curls into the sheets, and Dice quickly runs his thumb under Gentaro's palm to relax his hand enough that he can slot their fingers together. He wants to make a move, a bold, decisive one, but even the frenzied and utterly horny part of Dice still wants this to be the best lay Gentaro will ever have.
A low rumble sounds from him as he contemplates things, unashamed of the way he's sitting there looming over his glorious liar, his own dick rock hard and wanting, his hand still working on Gentaro. Leaning in, he pins the hand he took in his own to the bed beside Gentaro's head, and kisses him with equal parts lust and genuine affection.]
[ He doesn't miss that look. He can't; it locks him in place, a direct hit to his heart. It nearly knocks him breathless, if he had it in him to be any more breathless. Even if it's the briefest thing, Gentaro will never forget it--not in this life, not in any other life he might live. A terribly selfish part of him wants to see it more--wants Dice to unleash that devastating, heart-wrenchingly beautiful look on him as many times as Dice wants.
It still doesn't feel quite real--that he's laying here, with Dice between his legs like he belongs there, with Dice's hand on his cock. It still doesn't feel possible, that he should find someone to trust this open, honest, raw side of him. He's putting himself in Dice's hands--quite literally.
He kisses him desperately, lips parting under Dice's. Already, he's close, and he holds on tight to Dice's hand, Dice's hair. He gasps into the kiss, and it's not long before his breath catches sharply in his chest and his body tenses as he spills over Dice's hand. ]
[He feels the desperation rolling off Gentaro, gathers it up in his heart and treats it with tenderness and ferocity equally. He kisses him like the world is ending, but not on purpose. It's just how he feels right now, getting carried away with it and all. He strokes him with a practiced hand and the intent to do more, lets their tongues dance together the way their words flow together in battles, and he feels unity, belonging he's never felt in his entire fucking life.
Then he feels Gentaro begin to tense, and he knows he's made a mistake. This is going to be over too soon, but he's seeing it through anyway. It doesn't surprise him, then, that Gentaro comes so beautifully apart when he releases, and Dice's hand doesn't stop until he's sure he's pulled every last drop out of Gentaro. There's a mess between them now, but the kiss still lingers, little presses to the corner of Gentaro's mouth, laps at his lips... until Dice wonders if he's worn out his welcome by finishing him off.
He pulls back slowly, casually, only a slight distance, but he relases Gentaro's hand after a final squeeze and feels around on the bed for his shirt. Miraculously, it didn't get cast off to wherever in the room. It's a hell of a lot less nice than anything Gentaro owns, so he starts to clean Gentaro up with it without a second thought, finally moving back between his knees.]
[ As Gentaro tries to catch his breath and mourns the loss of Dice's hand in his and his lips against his, he feels that gesture tug at his heart. He's flushed and sweaty and he's never felt so pulled apart, but he can't find it in himself to complain.
He watches Dice, captivated by him. Gentaro's eyes roam along every inch of Dice's body, and he's breathless all over again at how beautiful he is. ]
Cleaning me up when we've only just started? [ He sits up and presses close to Dice, hands resting on his shoulders. Briefly, he hums before leaning in to brush his lips against Dice's ear. ] I hope you know I don't plan on letting you go unsatisfied.
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For a moment more, he's quiet. Being honest... well. It's not as difficult as he first thought. ]
I want you, of course. [ He slides his fingers between Dice's. ] But not because I want you to pay me back. Really, all that flirting I've been doing is not because I want to tease you. Even worse, each time you sleep over, you end up disheveled and half-clothed, and you expect me to not want you...
[ He sighs dramatically, even as the corners of his lips turn upward. ]
It has been torture, Dice.
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Look, uh...
[He makes eye contact again, and there's bold honesty there in his gaze.]
You've been hittin' on me this whole time and I just thought you were screwing around? I mean, you're hot, and you're my friend, so I'm not gonna say no... I'm just not usedta people... uh, wanting me, I guess? So if you're gonna say shit like that, you better be serious.
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His mouth is drier than it has been this whole time. He draws in a breath and touches his forehead to Dice's. ]
I am very serious. [ His gaze slides from Dice's when he says, ] ... It's remarkably easy to be honest with you. More than I had realized, until now.
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Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Dice pulls a hand away from Gentaro's and touches the other man on the cheek briefly with callused fingertips.]
Don't hafta push yourself.
[And he stares resolutely at Gentaro's lips for a moment more before tipping his chin up to kiss him. It's chaste, but firm and sure.]
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Gentaro's usually patient, but right now, he feels like it's understandable to be anything but. As he slides a hand into Dice's hair again and slides an arm around his neck, he presses against Dice, insistent and honest. ]
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He's the one who parts his lips first, runs a tongue over Gentaro's lower lip with a sound like a purr, his head tipping into the fingers in his hair.]
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He's been doing a lot of that, lately--letting Dice in, even if Dice doesn't realize the extent of it. The least he could do is give as good as he's getting, so he pushes his tongue against Dice's. He tightens his grip in Dice's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
And the sound Dice makes--it's like fingers of ice trailing down his spine with how he shivers. It's not enough, not even as Gentaro rocks his hips against Dice's and lets out a low groan. ]
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This feels right. Like Dice belongs under those fingers, plied by that grip and these too soft lips. If he were to walk away he'd kick himself forever. So instead he accepts that tongue against his, not fighting but rather letting his own dance along with Gentaro's.
Then the groan and the pressure and friction hit at the same time and Dice draws in a sharp breath, letting it out on a long, indulgent sound. His eyes flutter closed and stay that way now, his own hips rolling in response, their chemistry undeniable at last.]
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He bites down on Dice's lip, then pulls away. Not too far--he can't bear to, even to tease him. Instead, he brushes his lips against Dice's, his breath hot as he murmurs, ]
Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we?
[ It feels incredible to finally be able to show Dice how much he wants him, but... there's something far more tempting about inviting Dice to his bed, about Dice's weight pressing down on him as he takes Gentaro apart, little by little. Gentaro doesn't even wait for Dice to answer before he takes him by the hand to his bedroom. Nor does he waste time staying dressed; he removes each layer carefully, and because it's Gentaro, he does take the time to fold his clothes.
He's not stalling, necessarily, but perhaps he is a bit nervous to bare himself like this. Even to Dice. ]
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Hell yes.
[It's not hard for a guy like Dice to express affection for the people he loves, but he doesn't usually let it go this way. No, he never does. This is a unique experience, and he's swallowing hard as Gentaro just goes right on and strips. It gives Dice a moment's pause, wondering if he's being too eager, but... also being left behind. So he quickly whips off his jacket and shirt, revealing absolutely cut abs and a toned chest, strong arms and shoulders, pants slung almost too low to be legal. Off come the belts, then his socks and jeans. He's not folding things, not really, just kind of bunching them up while he averts his eyes from Gentaro.
But when he looks back to him, god is he gorgeous, and Dice's mouth literally hangs open.]
Shit. You're... hotter naked???
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And he's definitely feeling warmer, both because of the man standing in front of him, and because of what he says. Gentaro chuckles softly and takes Dice's hand, then pulls him down alongside him on the bed. ]
I could say the same to you. [ At least Gentaro isn't committed enough to his dress that he's wearing fundoshi--just boxers. Ones that are certainly tighter than they were when he'd gone to fetch Dice. ] Why don't you show me how hot you think I am?
[ And there's a glint in his eye-- ]
Ousama.
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He's already putting a hand on Gentaro's shoulder to push him down to show him, his other hand's fingers curling in the sheets, when Gentaro
says
that
and Dice's eyes go wide.
The next moment, he's pinning Gentaro to the bed, kissing him fiercely with eyes closed tight, a hand lingering in Gentaro's hair to card through it and tug at intervals that have no meaning or rhythm.
Gentaro wanted to slow down earlier and Dice has no idea how hard or fast he wants to go with this, if he even wants to get that last scrap of clothing off, but it doesn't matter. He's kissing him like it's the last time he ever will, like he's a man utterly devoted.]
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Dice has shattered his expectations. It's nothing new, of course, but Gentaro couldn't be happier for it right now. Gentaro clutches at Dice, nails digging into his back as he kisses him. He kisses him like a man deprived of water, like Dice is oxygen and he's adrift in space.
Honestly, going slow is the last thing on his mind, after he'd assured Dice that this was more than just an obligation or payback. Screw going slow--he'll take whatever Dice gives him, however Dice wants to give it to him. He hooks a leg around Dice's hip and rocks against him.
His lips part under Dice's as he lets out a low moan. He won't lie--he's thought of Dice just like this, late at night when he's felt particularly frustrated with this or that, but that doesn't compare to the real deal. Gentaro deepens the kiss, rolls his hips against Dice's, and a thought cuts through the haze in his mind.
He wants Dice to devour him, completely and utterly. ]
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He's going to tear him apart in only the sweetest ways, and he's not going to regret it. Thoughts of this possibly being for any reason other than mutual attraction and long-ignored need fly from Dice's head as he rocks his hips forward in response.
A hand delves between them, callused fingers working to memorize Gentaro's shoulders and chest, and he breaks the kiss, only to follow with surprisingly gentle, open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's neck.]
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He buries a hand in Dice's hair, nails scratching against his scalp. It's impossible to hold back those gasps and moans, and he rocks his hips against Dice's. He could ruin Gentaro completely, and he'd enjoy every second of it. ]
Dice, [ he gasps out, desperate and needy. ]
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Hearing his name spurs him on, and he can't help himself. He laps at a spot low on Gentaro's neck, almost at his shoulder, before he nips at the skin with those trademark canines of his. At the same time, like an oath, like a growl:]
Gentaro.
[His hand travels lower with urgency, gripping Gentaro's hip to pull him against Dice's body as he seeks more friction and contact.]
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Gentaro lets out a moan--one that sounds absolutely wrecked. His hand tightens in Dice's hair, while his other scratches at Dice's back. ]
Dice-- [ He breaks off with a moan, and he pulls at Dice's hair so he can look at him. Gentaro's absolutely a mess--flushed, hair disheveled, his pupils blown wide. ] If you don't finish undressing us both, I will kick you out.
[ Big words when Gentaro's got such a tight hold on him, when he's harder than he's ever been in his life. ]
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No. He can't have that. He's going to do every last thing Gentaro wants, needs, desires, and he's going to make sure it counts, just in case this is a whim, its own little fling, and never to be repeated. He is going to destroy this man thoroughly.
Their eyes meet, and Dice's are wide and feral. There's hunger there, and eagerness to please and be pleased, that's for sure. But at that moment, he's finally convinced they're not just going to rut and get off and call it good. He's pretty sure he's about to--]
Fuck, you're hot.
[His hands waste no time as he shifts and gets onto his knees, working Gentaro's last remaining garment down and off before he pushes his own boxers down and kicks them to god knows where in the room. If the sinfully good grip on his hair never lets up, that's fine by him.]
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Maybe he already is--and maybe Gentaro would like to embrace it fully, let Dice wreck him whenever he wants. It's not like Gentaro wouldn't want that either, anyway. How many times has he thought of this exact moment (it's so much better than even Gentaro's endlessly clever mind could dream up), imagined hearing that tone in Dice's voice, thought about Dice's mouth and fingers and hands tracing the lines of Gentaro's body?
And then Dice says that, and Gentaro groans, presses a hand to his face--the one not buried in Dice's hair. Is he embarrassed? ]
Dice, please.
[ He sure is. It's incredibly strange, being this on display for someone. Yet... it's not unpleasant. He trusts Dice, after all. He can't hide from Dice like this, and he realizes he certainly doesn't want to.
He draws his hand away from his face, and seeing Dice laid bare like this... well. Gentaro's struck speechless, and that desire burns inside him. He's fully aware he's staring, but he can't exactly be blamed for that, can he? ]
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Something productive in the form of running his hands down to grip Gentaro's hips, rubbing his thumbs over soft skin there as he lowers his head and presses open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's chest. He glances up from time to time, most pointedly when he's licking or biting at a nipple.
There are no fireworks or miracles, but Dice devotes himself entirely to relishing every last inch of Gentaro. When one hand finally strays toward the center of their bodies like an afterthought or a foregone conclusion, there's no hesitation. He simply wraps one useless, callused gambler's hand around Gentaro's length and purrs like a pleased jungle cat. The strokes are light at first, getting a feel for him, for how he reacts.
And even as he does that, he's slotting himself between Gentaro's knees in anticipation. This is his liar, being honest as he can be, and Dice thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. Gentaro falling apart is as thrilling as watching the slot machine wheels turn and click into place. It's roulette he's damn sure he can't lose. Everything in his life has brought him to this very moment and he's not squandering the chance.]
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The rest of Gentaro's walls, broken down as if Dice had taken a sledgehammer to them, crumble to finely ground silt. As he runs his fingers through Dice's hair and pushes his hair out of his eyes, he rocks his hips, impatient as Dice strokes him.
Even if Gentaro wanted to hide away these reactions, retreat into the protection of a lie, he couldn't. Even if there are no fireworks, from the moment Dice had pressed his lips against Gentaro's, something had sparked between them. It's always been there, hidden beneath kindling and the layers of their secrets and loneliness that's long gone unsoothed. Now, that spark's grown to something more, something that burns Gentaro from the inside in the sweetest ways.
Not unlike Dice himself, all fire and desire. He's burned away the flimsy armor that had started to weaken from the moment he'd met him and Ramuda. Gentaro had known that falling into their strange, inexplicable little group would have been an adventure, but this....
For all his wit and cleverness and skill, Gentaro could spend every hour of every day for the rest of his life writing, and he would never be able to describe this. And he certainly wouldn't want to, besides. This is for only them; it's a side of Dice and himself he wants to keep close to his heart. ]
Dice, [ he gasps out, and the hand not buried in Dice's hair curls around the sheets of the bed, just within reach of Dice's. ]
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The sentimental flicker doesn't last, and Dice grins almost immediately, but it's there, and it's their secret.
And the way he says his name, breathes it, caresses it with his tongue... Dice doesn't know what he'll do when he hears Gentaro say it in any normal kind of tone now. His mind will always remember this. He's screwed. He knows it, too.
So he goes for broke. That hand settles near his as he resumes stroking Gentaro, curls into the sheets, and Dice quickly runs his thumb under Gentaro's palm to relax his hand enough that he can slot their fingers together. He wants to make a move, a bold, decisive one, but even the frenzied and utterly horny part of Dice still wants this to be the best lay Gentaro will ever have.
A low rumble sounds from him as he contemplates things, unashamed of the way he's sitting there looming over his glorious liar, his own dick rock hard and wanting, his hand still working on Gentaro. Leaning in, he pins the hand he took in his own to the bed beside Gentaro's head, and kisses him with equal parts lust and genuine affection.]
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It still doesn't feel quite real--that he's laying here, with Dice between his legs like he belongs there, with Dice's hand on his cock. It still doesn't feel possible, that he should find someone to trust this open, honest, raw side of him. He's putting himself in Dice's hands--quite literally.
He kisses him desperately, lips parting under Dice's. Already, he's close, and he holds on tight to Dice's hand, Dice's hair. He gasps into the kiss, and it's not long before his breath catches sharply in his chest and his body tenses as he spills over Dice's hand. ]
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Then he feels Gentaro begin to tense, and he knows he's made a mistake. This is going to be over too soon, but he's seeing it through anyway. It doesn't surprise him, then, that Gentaro comes so beautifully apart when he releases, and Dice's hand doesn't stop until he's sure he's pulled every last drop out of Gentaro. There's a mess between them now, but the kiss still lingers, little presses to the corner of Gentaro's mouth, laps at his lips... until Dice wonders if he's worn out his welcome by finishing him off.
He pulls back slowly, casually, only a slight distance, but he relases Gentaro's hand after a final squeeze and feels around on the bed for his shirt. Miraculously, it didn't get cast off to wherever in the room. It's a hell of a lot less nice than anything Gentaro owns, so he starts to clean Gentaro up with it without a second thought, finally moving back between his knees.]
Lemme just...
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He watches Dice, captivated by him. Gentaro's eyes roam along every inch of Dice's body, and he's breathless all over again at how beautiful he is. ]
Cleaning me up when we've only just started? [ He sits up and presses close to Dice, hands resting on his shoulders. Briefly, he hums before leaning in to brush his lips against Dice's ear. ] I hope you know I don't plan on letting you go unsatisfied.
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