[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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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?