[ 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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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?