[ 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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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?