[ The ghost of that touch lingers even after Gentaro settles next to him. They're close. Touching has never been exactly rare with them, but Gentaro wonders if it holds as much weight to Dice, too. He finds that he craves Dice's touch; he still teases him, flirts openly with him, pranks him and slings lies and jokes like he's in a perpetual battle, but the touch...
Sometimes, he finds himself wondering what it would feel like for Dice to brush his fingers along his bare skin, to feel Dice's warmth against him.
He quickly chases those thoughts away with a sip of coffee. God, though, if Dice isn't absolutely, heartwrenchingly beautiful first thing in the morning, still half-awake. Gentaro adores Dice's fire, the way his eyes light up when he's particularly passionate about something, but this is precious. It's something he's sure very few others see.
If Gentaro were an artist, he'd paint masterpieces in Dice's honor, his image. ]
You slept well, I hope?
[ Gentaro's close, so close that their hips are nearly touching. He aches to move closer, wrap himself up in Dice, but his serene expression betrays none of that. ]
[The sensation lingers in Dice's fingertips, slowly replaced by the warmth of the mug no matter how hard he tries to make it not leave. He's figured out on an idle level that touching Gentaro isn't half bad at all. It's kind of nice. The man is warm and delicate, unlike Dice's substantial solidness. He wants more of that softness leveled at him, at times like these.
Gentaro is close, and maybe it's because Dice is an idiot, he moves on the couch so he's nearly flush up against Gentaro's side. He acts like it's a move for the sake of confidentiality, so the rest of the world won't hear their secrets. But maybe that's a little too much like teenagers to suit Gentaro. So Dice doesn't do much other than lean on Gentaro casually, his head lolling to rest on his host's shoulder.]
Embarrassingly, the moment Dice's head touches his shoulder, his heart jumps in his chest. He's warm, and his hair tickles his neck just slightly. Dice's touch isn't electric; it's fire, slow and burning low. It ignites the blood in Gentaro's veins, makes him feel just a touch more alive.
He gives a soft hum, and just to test the waters, Gentaro brings a hand up against Dice's head. It rests there lightly, arm against the back of his shoulders. He doesn't sink his fingers into his hair, even though he aches to. Gentaro prides himself on his restraint, though.
But Dice... he chips away at that restraint, little by little.
So Gentaro slips into his habits, because he needs to hold onto some semblance of control when his heart is spiraling. ]
Oh? No doubt about winning it big. Hmmm, that does sound like an excellent dream. The debts you owe me draw ever closer.... Soon, you will not be able to escape.
[He doesn't bother with self-control. He leans into that touch like he's starved for affection, but sleepily, and the low sound that briefly slips out of his throat might be compared to a purr.
He's still holding the coffee, but he drops a hand to Gentaro's leg anyway, like he's completing a circuit.]
I won so big even you wouldn't believe it.
[Because in his dream, Gentaro was close. Gentaro was his. Sure, it was like, them against the zombie apocalypse or something, but they were winning, and Gentaro looked damn good in ripped jeans.]
Gimme a little more time... I gotta big play coming tonight and I'm feelin' real good about it.
Gentaro's leg twitches, just slightly, subtle enough that it could have been imagined. He shouldn't push this any further. But--god, does he want to. Gentaro has spent so long holding back that maybe, he could indulge himself. Just this once. Just this once, when Dice is warm and sleepy and steady against him.
He hums softly and buries his hand in Dice's hair. He's thought about doing this very thing, more times than he'll admit, but it's even better than he'd imagined. ]
Is that so? Ah, but the deadline is so close, Dice... It is so close, I can feel it....
[He glances up and almost pulls his fingers away reflexively when Gentaro's leg twitches, but he commits when Gentaro settles, letting his palm rest where just fingertips were before. He's about to pull away to sip the coffee, but fingers delve into his hair and he isn't moving even if the world starts to end around them.
But gosh, could Gentaro lay off the debt collection threats first thing in the morning? He goes from a low lion's purr to a little strangled whine of annoyance, but it's utterly halfhearted.]
[ He chuckles quietly, even as his heart hammers in his chest. This is a dangerous game Gentaro is playing. Dice is honest where he is decidedly not; he surges forward through life, driven forward by his heart and his desires.
Gentaro overthinks. But right now, his touch speaks truths that his lying lips can't. Gentaro draws in a breath, lets it out. It is, perhaps, shakier than he'd like. He's walking a tightrope, but Dice is the rope that keeps him anchored.
And then Gentaro, for some godforsaken reason, says-- ]
[Dice lets out a long breath, like maybe he'd been holding it, and melts against Gentaro a bit.]
Phew! You had me worried!
[Still sleep slow, Dice turns his head and practically nuzzles Gentaro's shoulder. No coffee in him means Dice is taking it easy until further notice. His hand raises again and his fingers trace lazy, pointless shapes on Gentaro's thigh. Little taps punctuate his words.]
I dunno... I was thinkin' about takin' you with me sometime. You got my back when we battle, so you'd probably be pretty lucky gamblin', too.
Gentaro's surprised by a whole lot of things here. Maybe he shouldn't be. But the way Dice leans against him, nuzzles his shoulder, draws those idle patterns on his thigh--
He sets his cup down, because any more of this, and he won't be able to hold onto it. As it is, he isn't certain he'll be able to hold onto that steadily weakening self-control. ]
Is that so? My, when did I become your lucky charm, Dice? My heart's all aflutter...
[Dice pauses to consider the question, not because he's a deep thinker, but because he's really not quite awake yet.
When Gentaro leans to set his coffee down, Dice straightens just enough to take a noisy sip. The ahhh of satisfaction at it is completely legitimate, totally just Dice being Dice.]
Maybe... well, it's not like you're competin' with Lady Luck or anything, but I figure it's better to have somethin' steady pushin' at my back when shit gets real. When the numbers desert me and I think I can't keep goin', you'd be right there... sayin'...
[He makes the mistake of looking at Gentaro at that point, meeting his eyes, and something about it makes his heart skip a beat. He trails off, mumbling behind the coffee mug and looking away.]
[ Dice really thinks that of him? ... Well, it's true. Gentaro couldn't bear to desert him, even if Dice didn't need him there.
He hums softly, and Gentaro knows he's in trouble. His heart's racing, and he feels unbelievably warm. Having someone depend on him-- it's all at once thrilling and terrifying and comforting. Gentaro gently cards his fingers through Dice's hair, and he hides his smile by leaning in closer. His chin nearly rests on Dice's shoulder. ]
I would be right there, chanting a magical spell to imbue you with the strength of ten thousand men.
[ There's a laugh behind the words, just quiet, but it's not at Dice. It's just--
When was the last time he was this unbelievably, completely, wholly happy? ]
[Something about the way Gentaro says that... something about the way he looks at him... something about how close they are makes Dice feel like his body is made of butterflies. They're friends--best friends, he'd venture--so being this close isn't weird. Dice touches Gentaro all the time, isn't shy about embracing him... That's just how it's become. But... somehow this combination of things makes Dice's face break out into a nearly nervous grin.
The fingers in his hair feel so, so good. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. Lazy mornings might be as thrilling as gambling.
Emboldened, he bumps their foreheads ever so lightly together, and his free hand brushes back the hair at the side of Gentaro's head. The way his fingertips trail down behind Gentaro's ear and linger on his neck is more distraction than intention.]
Man... I don't wanna jinx it, but that just might work.
[ Gentaro wonders if Dice knows exactly what he's doing--if his touch only makes Gentaro ache for more. No, he's not shy about touching Dice. But this feels different. This hesitation, this slow escalation--it nearly drives Gentaro mad.
He closes his eyes, lips parting just a fraction. He should make an excuse to leave, to retreat back into the comfort of teasing and lies and poking fun at Dice.
Because right now-- right now, Dice is making him terribly honest. But maybe that wouldn't be so bad, if it means he gets to feel more of that delicious touch. He takes a breath, lets one out, and he rests his other hand against Dice's chest. It's intimate, cautious... and Gentaro wants more. ]
Of course it would. I'm a practiced sorcerer, after all.
[Dice isn't really doing anything consciously to drive Gentaro in any certain direction. He's just relaxed, comfortable, himself wanting more tactile affection even if it's just for a few more minutes. He wouldn't ask for it, would he? He wouldn't admit to wanting to melt into a puddle on Gentaro's lap with those fingers in his hair.
He doesn't get how honest Gentaro is being. Hell, he still can't read the guy sometimes. He knows when Gentaro is distressed, when he's upset, but something about this closeness obscures the fact that Gentaro is content.
The hand on his chest is unexpected, but he doesn't hesitate to cover it with his own once he puts his coffee down. The hand is warm still, offering that warmth to Gentaro through the touch. But then he does something... well, unpremeditated to be sure, but something that makes him smile.
He slips his thumb under Gentaro's palm, pulling his hand up in between their too-close faces. Then, with a curious glance to Gentaro, he closes his eyes and presses Gentaro's fingertips against his lips. It's definitely crossing a line, he knows, but his other hand traces under the edge of Gentaro's jaw, pausing under Gentaro's chin to tip his head up a fraction. He's watching carefully after that press of his lips to Gentaro's fingers, questioning.
He's not going to think about this too hard. If Gentaro does anything with it, fine. If he doesn't, fine. This is finally a little deliberate. He's suggesting Gentaro cross the line he just crossed, and then some. Just... it's a risk, a gamble, and his throat feels suddenly dry as he
[ He's about to reply when Dice rests his hand over his. It's warm, like the rest of him, and he wants to sink into the warmth, wrap himself up in it, and never leave. It's terrifying and exhilarating, and not for the first time, Gentaro thinks he knows why Dice is endlessly chasing those thrills he so loves.
Gentaro feels like he can't quite catch his breath. It doesn't get any better when Dice kisses his fingertips. What's left of it catches in his chest, audible and honest. His eyes widen as he looks at Dice.
The pieces fall into place, slotting together, forming a picture Gentaro's been hesitant to assemble. It's impossible to deny it any longer. He's had idle thoughts that edge close to the truth Gentaro's realized as Dice looks at him like that, as the ghost of his kiss lingers on his fingers, as he lets Dice grip his chin so gently. Dice is putting the decision in Gentaro's hands.
He leans forward and closes the distance between them, presses their lips together. He shifts his hand, sliding his fingers between Dice's. His heart sings, feels full to bursting with how deeply he loves Dice Arisugawa. ]
[Dice melts right into it, his fingers curling to hold Gentaro's hand with all the steadiness he always brings when it's needed.
It's the first time that he registers the nature of his feelings toward Gentaro as something other than just Very Good Friends. He very suddenly realizes that there's tension between them, and that he broke it with a touch. It feels... weird? To know that? But my god, he isn't pulling away. There are dozens of ways to kiss, and Dice settles for this chaste press of lips for several seconds as he sorts through the long-ignored thoughts and slams his mind into gear.
But once he does, his free hand lays right along the side of Gentaro's neck, slides to the back, supports him, holds him there. He might need to remember to breathe soon enough, because he's definitely not doing it any way but shallowly at the moment. That's a problem for the Dice of thirty seconds from now, though.]
[ It feels like Gentaro's been waiting to do this longer than he can even remember. Kissing Dice is something he doesn't think he could ever get enough of, now that he's done it. Dice's addiction is gambling, but Gentaro's, he realizes, is Dice.
If he isn't careful, he'll be in big trouble. But... Dice is sturdy and steady, and Gentaro thinks he's already given Dice so much of himself. It's nothing to slide into his lap, to lean into him, to slide his arms around his neck. He's trusted Dice with so much already; he can trust Dice to keep him breathing.
Speaking of, though... Gentaro pulls back to catch his breath. He's quiet for some time as he touches his forehead to Dice's, but he's smiling even as his cheeks are a good deal more flushed than they were before. ]
Magic, indeed. It seems I've cast a powerful spell on you.
[High expectations for a gambler, but Dice will meet them somehow, even if they're unspoken.
Gentaro ends up on his lap, arms around him, and Dice decides that's the time to make this a kiss... Only that's when Gentaro pulls away to steady his breath, and Dice realizes belatedly that breathing is good.
Like. Very belatedly. After a sigh--] Yeah. [--and a halting little sputter.]
Aaaaah, I mean... you know... something like that??
[Oh god he just kissed Gentaro. It takes him a few moments to gather his wits because wow, impulsive behavior! But once he does, his hands settle at Gentaro's hips and he lets out a little laugh.]
Look... I ain't really that dramatic an' all, but if you say that was a lie I'm gonna die on your couch. So...
[ Oh, his heart. That sigh and sputter... it's adorable and endearing, and Gentaro lets out a quiet, brief little laugh. It's fond, affectionate. Gentaro is absolutely a goner, but then again...
He has been, for some time.
He cups Dice's cheeks in his hands and kisses him again, softly and sweetly. ]
Well, then allow me to keep you from dying. [ He pauses, then presses a kiss to Dice's forehead. ] I would never lie to you about this.
[Soft. Sweet. The Gentaro Dice sees late at night and early in the morning. The Gentaro he sees when the writer thinks no one is looking. The wistful, gentle soul hidden under the layers.
Dice loves him.
He has for a while, he realizes, in this weirdly steady, abiding way. Gentaro has always been unpredictable, and Dice does love a thrill, but his serious side, his way with words, and maybe, just maybe the curve of his neck when his head is held high and defiant are the hottest things Dice could possibly imagine.
And as a writer, Gentaro weaves stories all the time, puts things into Dice's imagination that he blusters and denies, but then he goes and dreams about the guy being close, safe, his. Suffice to say Dice is pretty thoroughly convinced of his own feelings after only a few soul-searching moments.
Their foreheads together, Dice simply breathes Gentaro in, thumbs idling against his sides in a slow, repeating pattern, eyes looking up into Gentaro's like he's seeing him for the first time.]
I don't wanna scare you or nothin'... and I also don't wanna stop kissin' you now that I did it. I mean, no offense to dream Gentaro, but the real thing is fifty times better.
[ Dice drops that bit of information, and Gentaro forgets to breathe. It's everything Dice is doing--that gentle touch, that look, and what he says--
His throat suddenly feels tight. Dice really has done a number on him. He's a storm, a force of nature that can't be held down, and Gentaro loves that about him. But these moments--Gentaro's in the eye of it all, and he never wants to leave. ]
Dice, [ he murmurs, once he's able to form words. ] How can you scare me when I trust you so much?
[ It's open, vulnerable. Gentaro trails his fingers along Dice's cheek, jaw, up to push the hair out of his eyes. He doesn't think he could ever stop touching Dice, now that their feelings are all but spoken. ]
Besides... I'm sure my dream self won't be bothered. If he is, I shall simply have to give him a stern talking-to.
[That tone is unexpected, and maybe the prettiest sound Dice has ever heard. He wants to remember it, so much so that he squeezes his eyes shut like shutting off a sense might capture it if he's fast enough.
When he opens them again, they're bright and adoring, completely vulnerable on Dice's part as well.]
Maybe the dream one's gonna get a hell of a lot more real now.
[His voice drops, quiet and almost raspy. Like he's a little afraid of something for the first time in a long time.]
[ Gentaro isn't sure he's ever been looked at like that. That it's Dice-- that makes it even more precious, more heartwrenching in the sweetest way.
He looks at Dice like he's the only other person in the world. Gentaro looks at him like he's a man completely, utterly in love, and... well. He most definitely is. He moves his hands back up into Dice's hair, burying them in it like he's thought of doing so many times. ]
No. You're not dreaming at all, [ he says softly, before he leans in and kisses him. This time, it's more confident with a touch of heat behind it. ]
[Dice sees that look, and he knows he's never been looked at like that before, so it takes him precious seconds to figure out what its quiet, comfortable intensity really means. He doesn't quite register that it means love, adoration, an unspoken promise, but he gets close enough that once those fingers are in his hair all he can do is faintly melt forward, wrapping grateful arms around Gentaro.
Their lips meet, and he feels his world change in an instant. There's heat, there's affection, there's something Dice has tasted before but never owned, never named. And he kisses Gentaro back with fierce devotion, something he takes and runs with for a moment, before he realizes they're having a moment and he can't just go for broke. He may not know what restraint really looks like, so the moment isn't going to last peacefully forever. Eventually, he knows he'll break the spell. The difference is that, well, Gentaro knows him. He won't turn away from Dice's risk-taking or impulsiveness or brashness. He'll look at him with those same gorgeous eyes and Dice will feel a thrill just like he's feeling now, again and again.
[ Dice could kiss him like this for as long as he wanted, and Gentaro would be an extremely happy man. He kisses him back, cups his cheek with his other hand, and cards his fingers through his hair again and again. Fate has never been particularly kind to Gentaro, but this-- this is something else entirely. He and Dice are so deeply intertwined that he can't imagine his life without him.
At that, his breath catches, and he kisses him a few moments more before he pulls back. Gentaro is quiet for a moment, two, and he touches his forehead to his. ]
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[ The ghost of that touch lingers even after Gentaro settles next to him. They're close. Touching has never been exactly rare with them, but Gentaro wonders if it holds as much weight to Dice, too. He finds that he craves Dice's touch; he still teases him, flirts openly with him, pranks him and slings lies and jokes like he's in a perpetual battle, but the touch...
Sometimes, he finds himself wondering what it would feel like for Dice to brush his fingers along his bare skin, to feel Dice's warmth against him.
He quickly chases those thoughts away with a sip of coffee. God, though, if Dice isn't absolutely, heartwrenchingly beautiful first thing in the morning, still half-awake. Gentaro adores Dice's fire, the way his eyes light up when he's particularly passionate about something, but this is precious. It's something he's sure very few others see.
If Gentaro were an artist, he'd paint masterpieces in Dice's honor, his image. ]
You slept well, I hope?
[ Gentaro's close, so close that their hips are nearly touching. He aches to move closer, wrap himself up in Dice, but his serene expression betrays none of that. ]
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Gentaro is close, and maybe it's because Dice is an idiot, he moves on the couch so he's nearly flush up against Gentaro's side. He acts like it's a move for the sake of confidentiality, so the rest of the world won't hear their secrets. But maybe that's a little too much like teenagers to suit Gentaro. So Dice doesn't do much other than lean on Gentaro casually, his head lolling to rest on his host's shoulder.]
Yeah! I was havin' good-ass dreams, too.
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Embarrassingly, the moment Dice's head touches his shoulder, his heart jumps in his chest. He's warm, and his hair tickles his neck just slightly. Dice's touch isn't electric; it's fire, slow and burning low. It ignites the blood in Gentaro's veins, makes him feel just a touch more alive.
He gives a soft hum, and just to test the waters, Gentaro brings a hand up against Dice's head. It rests there lightly, arm against the back of his shoulders. He doesn't sink his fingers into his hair, even though he aches to. Gentaro prides himself on his restraint, though.
But Dice... he chips away at that restraint, little by little.
So Gentaro slips into his habits, because he needs to hold onto some semblance of control when his heart is spiraling. ]
Oh? No doubt about winning it big. Hmmm, that does sound like an excellent dream. The debts you owe me draw ever closer.... Soon, you will not be able to escape.
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He's still holding the coffee, but he drops a hand to Gentaro's leg anyway, like he's completing a circuit.]
I won so big even you wouldn't believe it.
[Because in his dream, Gentaro was close. Gentaro was his. Sure, it was like, them against the zombie apocalypse or something, but they were winning, and Gentaro looked damn good in ripped jeans.]
Gimme a little more time... I gotta big play coming tonight and I'm feelin' real good about it.
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Gentaro's leg twitches, just slightly, subtle enough that it could have been imagined. He shouldn't push this any further. But--god, does he want to. Gentaro has spent so long holding back that maybe, he could indulge himself. Just this once. Just this once, when Dice is warm and sleepy and steady against him.
He hums softly and buries his hand in Dice's hair. He's thought about doing this very thing, more times than he'll admit, but it's even better than he'd imagined. ]
Is that so? Ah, but the deadline is so close, Dice... It is so close, I can feel it....
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But gosh, could Gentaro lay off the debt collection threats first thing in the morning? He goes from a low lion's purr to a little strangled whine of annoyance, but it's utterly halfhearted.]
I'll pay you back tomorrow... maybe?
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[ He chuckles quietly, even as his heart hammers in his chest. This is a dangerous game Gentaro is playing. Dice is honest where he is decidedly not; he surges forward through life, driven forward by his heart and his desires.
Gentaro overthinks. But right now, his touch speaks truths that his lying lips can't. Gentaro draws in a breath, lets it out. It is, perhaps, shakier than he'd like. He's walking a tightrope, but Dice is the rope that keeps him anchored.
And then Gentaro, for some godforsaken reason, says-- ]
Perhaps your debts have already been forgiven.
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Phew! You had me worried!
[Still sleep slow, Dice turns his head and practically nuzzles Gentaro's shoulder. No coffee in him means Dice is taking it easy until further notice. His hand raises again and his fingers trace lazy, pointless shapes on Gentaro's thigh. Little taps punctuate his words.]
I dunno... I was thinkin' about takin' you with me sometime. You got my back when we battle, so you'd probably be pretty lucky gamblin', too.
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Gentaro's surprised by a whole lot of things here. Maybe he shouldn't be. But the way Dice leans against him, nuzzles his shoulder, draws those idle patterns on his thigh--
He sets his cup down, because any more of this, and he won't be able to hold onto it. As it is, he isn't certain he'll be able to hold onto that steadily weakening self-control. ]
Is that so? My, when did I become your lucky charm, Dice? My heart's all aflutter...
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[Dice pauses to consider the question, not because he's a deep thinker, but because he's really not quite awake yet.
When Gentaro leans to set his coffee down, Dice straightens just enough to take a noisy sip. The ahhh of satisfaction at it is completely legitimate, totally just Dice being Dice.]
Maybe... well, it's not like you're competin' with Lady Luck or anything, but I figure it's better to have somethin' steady pushin' at my back when shit gets real. When the numbers desert me and I think I can't keep goin', you'd be right there... sayin'...
[He makes the mistake of looking at Gentaro at that point, meeting his eyes, and something about it makes his heart skip a beat. He trails off, mumbling behind the coffee mug and looking away.]
Ehh, dunno. Just somethin' like that.
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He hums softly, and Gentaro knows he's in trouble. His heart's racing, and he feels unbelievably warm. Having someone depend on him-- it's all at once thrilling and terrifying and comforting. Gentaro gently cards his fingers through Dice's hair, and he hides his smile by leaning in closer. His chin nearly rests on Dice's shoulder. ]
I would be right there, chanting a magical spell to imbue you with the strength of ten thousand men.
[ There's a laugh behind the words, just quiet, but it's not at Dice. It's just--
When was the last time he was this unbelievably, completely, wholly happy? ]
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The fingers in his hair feel so, so good. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. Lazy mornings might be as thrilling as gambling.
Emboldened, he bumps their foreheads ever so lightly together, and his free hand brushes back the hair at the side of Gentaro's head. The way his fingertips trail down behind Gentaro's ear and linger on his neck is more distraction than intention.]
Man... I don't wanna jinx it, but that just might work.
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He closes his eyes, lips parting just a fraction. He should make an excuse to leave, to retreat back into the comfort of teasing and lies and poking fun at Dice.
Because right now-- right now, Dice is making him terribly honest. But maybe that wouldn't be so bad, if it means he gets to feel more of that delicious touch. He takes a breath, lets one out, and he rests his other hand against Dice's chest. It's intimate, cautious... and Gentaro wants more. ]
Of course it would. I'm a practiced sorcerer, after all.
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[Dice isn't really doing anything consciously to drive Gentaro in any certain direction. He's just relaxed, comfortable, himself wanting more tactile affection even if it's just for a few more minutes. He wouldn't ask for it, would he? He wouldn't admit to wanting to melt into a puddle on Gentaro's lap with those fingers in his hair.
He doesn't get how honest Gentaro is being. Hell, he still can't read the guy sometimes. He knows when Gentaro is distressed, when he's upset, but something about this closeness obscures the fact that Gentaro is content.
The hand on his chest is unexpected, but he doesn't hesitate to cover it with his own once he puts his coffee down. The hand is warm still, offering that warmth to Gentaro through the touch. But then he does something... well, unpremeditated to be sure, but something that makes him smile.
He slips his thumb under Gentaro's palm, pulling his hand up in between their too-close faces. Then, with a curious glance to Gentaro, he closes his eyes and presses Gentaro's fingertips against his lips. It's definitely crossing a line, he knows, but his other hand traces under the edge of Gentaro's jaw, pausing under Gentaro's chin to tip his head up a fraction. He's watching carefully after that press of his lips to Gentaro's fingers, questioning.
He's not going to think about this too hard. If Gentaro does anything with it, fine. If he doesn't, fine. This is finally a little deliberate. He's suggesting Gentaro cross the line he just crossed, and then some. Just... it's a risk, a gamble, and his throat feels suddenly dry as he
just
waits.]
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Gentaro feels like he can't quite catch his breath. It doesn't get any better when Dice kisses his fingertips. What's left of it catches in his chest, audible and honest. His eyes widen as he looks at Dice.
The pieces fall into place, slotting together, forming a picture Gentaro's been hesitant to assemble. It's impossible to deny it any longer. He's had idle thoughts that edge close to the truth Gentaro's realized as Dice looks at him like that, as the ghost of his kiss lingers on his fingers, as he lets Dice grip his chin so gently. Dice is putting the decision in Gentaro's hands.
He leans forward and closes the distance between them, presses their lips together. He shifts his hand, sliding his fingers between Dice's. His heart sings, feels full to bursting with how deeply he loves Dice Arisugawa. ]
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It's the first time that he registers the nature of his feelings toward Gentaro as something other than just Very Good Friends. He very suddenly realizes that there's tension between them, and that he broke it with a touch. It feels... weird? To know that? But my god, he isn't pulling away. There are dozens of ways to kiss, and Dice settles for this chaste press of lips for several seconds as he sorts through the long-ignored thoughts and slams his mind into gear.
But once he does, his free hand lays right along the side of Gentaro's neck, slides to the back, supports him, holds him there. He might need to remember to breathe soon enough, because he's definitely not doing it any way but shallowly at the moment. That's a problem for the Dice of thirty seconds from now, though.]
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If he isn't careful, he'll be in big trouble. But... Dice is sturdy and steady, and Gentaro thinks he's already given Dice so much of himself. It's nothing to slide into his lap, to lean into him, to slide his arms around his neck. He's trusted Dice with so much already; he can trust Dice to keep him breathing.
Speaking of, though... Gentaro pulls back to catch his breath. He's quiet for some time as he touches his forehead to Dice's, but he's smiling even as his cheeks are a good deal more flushed than they were before. ]
Magic, indeed. It seems I've cast a powerful spell on you.
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Gentaro ends up on his lap, arms around him, and Dice decides that's the time to make this a kiss... Only that's when Gentaro pulls away to steady his breath, and Dice realizes belatedly that breathing is good.
Like. Very belatedly. After a sigh--] Yeah. [--and a halting little sputter.]
Aaaaah, I mean... you know... something like that??
[Oh god he just kissed Gentaro. It takes him a few moments to gather his wits because wow, impulsive behavior! But once he does, his hands settle at Gentaro's hips and he lets out a little laugh.]
Look... I ain't really that dramatic an' all, but if you say that was a lie I'm gonna die on your couch. So...
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He has been, for some time.
He cups Dice's cheeks in his hands and kisses him again, softly and sweetly. ]
Well, then allow me to keep you from dying. [ He pauses, then presses a kiss to Dice's forehead. ] I would never lie to you about this.
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Dice loves him.
He has for a while, he realizes, in this weirdly steady, abiding way. Gentaro has always been unpredictable, and Dice does love a thrill, but his serious side, his way with words, and maybe, just maybe the curve of his neck when his head is held high and defiant are the hottest things Dice could possibly imagine.
And as a writer, Gentaro weaves stories all the time, puts things into Dice's imagination that he blusters and denies, but then he goes and dreams about the guy being close, safe, his. Suffice to say Dice is pretty thoroughly convinced of his own feelings after only a few soul-searching moments.
Their foreheads together, Dice simply breathes Gentaro in, thumbs idling against his sides in a slow, repeating pattern, eyes looking up into Gentaro's like he's seeing him for the first time.]
I don't wanna scare you or nothin'... and I also don't wanna stop kissin' you now that I did it. I mean, no offense to dream Gentaro, but the real thing is fifty times better.
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His throat suddenly feels tight. Dice really has done a number on him. He's a storm, a force of nature that can't be held down, and Gentaro loves that about him. But these moments--Gentaro's in the eye of it all, and he never wants to leave. ]
Dice, [ he murmurs, once he's able to form words. ] How can you scare me when I trust you so much?
[ It's open, vulnerable. Gentaro trails his fingers along Dice's cheek, jaw, up to push the hair out of his eyes. He doesn't think he could ever stop touching Dice, now that their feelings are all but spoken. ]
Besides... I'm sure my dream self won't be bothered. If he is, I shall simply have to give him a stern talking-to.
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When he opens them again, they're bright and adoring, completely vulnerable on Dice's part as well.]
Maybe the dream one's gonna get a hell of a lot more real now.
[His voice drops, quiet and almost raspy. Like he's a little afraid of something for the first time in a long time.]
Am I dreamin'?
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He looks at Dice like he's the only other person in the world. Gentaro looks at him like he's a man completely, utterly in love, and... well. He most definitely is. He moves his hands back up into Dice's hair, burying them in it like he's thought of doing so many times. ]
No. You're not dreaming at all, [ he says softly, before he leans in and kisses him. This time, it's more confident with a touch of heat behind it. ]
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Their lips meet, and he feels his world change in an instant. There's heat, there's affection, there's something Dice has tasted before but never owned, never named. And he kisses Gentaro back with fierce devotion, something he takes and runs with for a moment, before he realizes they're having a moment and he can't just go for broke. He may not know what restraint really looks like, so the moment isn't going to last peacefully forever. Eventually, he knows he'll break the spell. The difference is that, well, Gentaro knows him. He won't turn away from Dice's risk-taking or impulsiveness or brashness. He'll look at him with those same gorgeous eyes and Dice will feel a thrill just like he's feeling now, again and again.
He hopes.]
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At that, his breath catches, and he kisses him a few moments more before he pulls back. Gentaro is quiet for a moment, two, and he touches his forehead to his. ]
... Would you like to go to my room, Dice?