[ 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.
[Dice has never looked so simultaneously relieved and bewildered in his life. Gentaro's really saying they're not done? That's a line he wasn't prepared to cross, no matter how badly he wanted it.
His body slumps slightly into Gentaro, an arm going around him as he does finally drop his wadded up shirt off the edge of the bed.]
Y'know you don't have to, right?
[Last chance to back out, Gentaro... even if Dice is painfully hard and pretty much dying at the way his own cock is brushing against Gentaro right now.]
[ He pulls back slightly and searches Dice's face. No--when they're this close, when Dice looks like this, there's no way Gentaro's going to turn him away. He trails one hand to Dice's mouth, fingers brushing gently against his lips.
He slides it back to his cheek, cupping it as he kisses him. He can feel Dice, hard and wanting, against him, and he shivers. He breaks the kiss and touches his forehead against Dice's. ]
If I thought I were obligated, I would have kicked you out of my bed.
[ It's blunt, yes, but there's an undeniable softness in the way he gazes at him. ]
You'll have to simply be patient with me. [ ... All too late, he wonders if the next bomb he's about to drop on Dice is going to be too much, but it's fine-- ] You are my first in every way like this, if you don't count toys.
[Dice looks at him for a moment with narrowed eyes, then offers another kiss that's more gentle than the ones before. He's not sure he's ever been anybody's first, and in his heart there's a sliver of him that wishes Gentaro was his own first time too.
He kicks that notion out of his head, replacing it with the knowledge that he really is about to do this.
With a grin, he strokes Gentaro's hair and looks into his eyes, hoping he doesn't seem sappy or not worth the effort at this point.]
Gotta make sure you're not disappointed then! An' I'll be patient... take it slow if I need to. I'm not gonna hurt you.
[ Ah. As he returns that kiss, he realizes something: His heart's in danger, isn't it. Gentaro is fine with that, though. All things considered, there's no one he'd rather trust it to than Arisugawa Dice.
He brushes his fingers along Dice's jaw, his cheeks, up to his hair. He pushes it out of Dice's eyes, and the look on Gentaro's face--it's honest and genuine in its softness. He presses his lips to Dice's in another kiss, sweet and filled with things unsaid, promises unspoken. ]
Well. [ A gently teasing look as he braces his hands on Dice's shoulders. He pushes Dice down and straddles him. ] I doubt you've anything to worry about. It is you, after all.
[Dice wouldn't know what to do with someone's heart, but he seems to be doing okay with Gentaro's trust, so if it comes to that maybe he can figure it out a little at a time.
His head tips into Gentaro's touches, a satisfied little grunt finding its way out of his throat as his eyes close briefly. Gentaro is gorgeous and glorious like this, sensual and just... absolutely the hottest fucking thing Dice has ever seen in his life, if he's being honest. It may not be the most romantic of notions, but the way he kisses Gentaro back with subdued passion, holding back because he wants this to be nice and not just a quick mess, is about as romantic as he gets.
Back he goes onto the bed, eyes half-lidded with need, mind reeling with how close they are. Turns out there's something to be said in Dice's mind for his bed partner being someone he actually cares about. This isn't utilitarian. No money or favors are being exchanged. Gentaro wants him, just as he is, and he's saying right now that he won't be disappointed because it's him.
And that's when Dice knows his own heart is honestly in huge trouble, too. Maybe it's just an inkling, but he gets it.
His fingers trail up Gentaro's body slowly, callused fingers over impossibly soft, increasingly familiar skin.]
You're gonna be the best I've ever had. [Which is more important than first.] And it ain't like it's me bein' patient when I'm enjoyin' it. And you.
[ Gentaro has eyes, so he knows Dice is absolutely beautiful. But there's something about seeing him like this, laid out underneath him, looking at him like that. It might not be overly romantic, but it tugs at Gentaro's heart and makes him fall even harder.
And that touch. Gentaro hadn't stood a chance from the moment Dice kissed him, but now--now, he's certain of it. Dice gazes up at him like he's something precious, touches him like he's a treasure he wants to uncover; Dice is a story he wants to write over and over again, too.
With a soft laugh, Gentaro leans down and kisses him. It's slow and sweet, but there's heat behind the way Gentaro's lips move against his. His heart beats against Dice's as their chests press together; he wonders if Dice's is as full as his. ]
That's quite the claim. [ He hums and kisses him again. ] I shall not disappoint.
[ He reaches over and, from the nightstand, he pulls out a tube of lube, which is about half full. As he considers Dice, there's a playfully wicked look in his eyes. ]
Would you like to prepare me, or would you like me to give you a show?
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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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His body slumps slightly into Gentaro, an arm going around him as he does finally drop his wadded up shirt off the edge of the bed.]
Y'know you don't have to, right?
[Last chance to back out, Gentaro... even if Dice is painfully hard and pretty much dying at the way his own cock is brushing against Gentaro right now.]
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He slides it back to his cheek, cupping it as he kisses him. He can feel Dice, hard and wanting, against him, and he shivers. He breaks the kiss and touches his forehead against Dice's. ]
If I thought I were obligated, I would have kicked you out of my bed.
[ It's blunt, yes, but there's an undeniable softness in the way he gazes at him. ]
You'll have to simply be patient with me. [ ... All too late, he wonders if the next bomb he's about to drop on Dice is going to be too much, but it's fine-- ] You are my first in every way like this, if you don't count toys.
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He kicks that notion out of his head, replacing it with the knowledge that he really is about to do this.
With a grin, he strokes Gentaro's hair and looks into his eyes, hoping he doesn't seem sappy or not worth the effort at this point.]
Gotta make sure you're not disappointed then! An' I'll be patient... take it slow if I need to. I'm not gonna hurt you.
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He brushes his fingers along Dice's jaw, his cheeks, up to his hair. He pushes it out of Dice's eyes, and the look on Gentaro's face--it's honest and genuine in its softness. He presses his lips to Dice's in another kiss, sweet and filled with things unsaid, promises unspoken. ]
Well. [ A gently teasing look as he braces his hands on Dice's shoulders. He pushes Dice down and straddles him. ] I doubt you've anything to worry about. It is you, after all.
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His head tips into Gentaro's touches, a satisfied little grunt finding its way out of his throat as his eyes close briefly. Gentaro is gorgeous and glorious like this, sensual and just... absolutely the hottest fucking thing Dice has ever seen in his life, if he's being honest. It may not be the most romantic of notions, but the way he kisses Gentaro back with subdued passion, holding back because he wants this to be nice and not just a quick mess, is about as romantic as he gets.
Back he goes onto the bed, eyes half-lidded with need, mind reeling with how close they are. Turns out there's something to be said in Dice's mind for his bed partner being someone he actually cares about. This isn't utilitarian. No money or favors are being exchanged. Gentaro wants him, just as he is, and he's saying right now that he won't be disappointed because it's him.
And that's when Dice knows his own heart is honestly in huge trouble, too. Maybe it's just an inkling, but he gets it.
His fingers trail up Gentaro's body slowly, callused fingers over impossibly soft, increasingly familiar skin.]
You're gonna be the best I've ever had. [Which is more important than first.] And it ain't like it's me bein' patient when I'm enjoyin' it. And you.
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And that touch. Gentaro hadn't stood a chance from the moment Dice kissed him, but now--now, he's certain of it. Dice gazes up at him like he's something precious, touches him like he's a treasure he wants to uncover; Dice is a story he wants to write over and over again, too.
With a soft laugh, Gentaro leans down and kisses him. It's slow and sweet, but there's heat behind the way Gentaro's lips move against his. His heart beats against Dice's as their chests press together; he wonders if Dice's is as full as his. ]
That's quite the claim. [ He hums and kisses him again. ] I shall not disappoint.
[ He reaches over and, from the nightstand, he pulls out a tube of lube, which is about half full. As he considers Dice, there's a playfully wicked look in his eyes. ]
Would you like to prepare me, or would you like me to give you a show?