[In this slightly unkempt state, the usually cavalier Dice must look particularly charming. Maybe the troubled look on his face is even moreso. He pulls his sleep-loosened kimono into a plausible place of correctness, then sighs at the way the burning eyes' light shades the edges of his dice.
He can't say what they mean to him in any stronger terms than he already has without giving some things away, so he clamps his lips together for a moment in thought.
Unfortunately for Dice, thought--especially at this hour--isn't his forte. So he finally makes a small grumble of frustration.]
C'mon... Moon's not even out and you're bein' weird. Just give 'em back...
[It's not Dice's fault that he lacks the foresight to see that Gentaro wants something. But the way the oni breathes and moves and holds himself is different tonight. He kicks himself mentally for even noticing that, yet that finally piques his interest.]
Okay, fine. What's a guy gotta do to get his stuff back? You wanna hear another story? Play a game? Do I hafta pass some weird challenge?
[ How adorable. Dice usually doesn't look this out-of-sorts, but then again... humans do need their sleep. Gentaro's content to watch him, content to tease him a little bit. It's interesting to watch Dice slowly piece things together, really.
Gentaro knows this is dangerous, to get attached to a human. He will outlive him; he could easily hurt Dice besides. But gods, if he doesn't want Dice. He's settled beneath Gentaro's skin, inside his wretched, wicked heart, and Gentaro wants all at once to shake and kiss him.
But enough of that. He cocks his head to the side, a playful smirk stretching across his lips. ]
You could say it's some weird challenge. Though, I wonder if you are even capable of it... Mmm, it may be too much for you.
[ His voice is dangerously close to a purr. He presses another kiss to each dice, desire burning in that gaze. ]
[Why does each languid kiss to the dice feel like a personal attack? It's too dark and too early/late for this game, in Dice's opinion. Something supernatural lets him see Gentaro's features clearly now, and he flashes his own awkward, confused, incredulous smile.]
If I'm capable ain't the question! There's nothin' I can't do.
[No. It's more like... there's nothing Gentaro could say that would be less than thrilling to act on. He wants his dice back, sure, but even half asleep the lure of challenge is irresistible.
Sleepily, he shuffles forward and gets to his feet. He takes a few bold steps toward the oni, smirking with absolutely baseless confidence. After all, Gentaro usually has some kind of bullshit planned when he's causing Dice problems.]
[ He lets out a quiet, throaty chuckle as he watches Dice approach. His confidence must get him in trouble sometimes, Gentaro thinks. But it's also incredibly attractive, and Gentaro decides he wants to see more and more of it whenever he can.
Gentaro smiles, something near-predatory. His sharp teeth gleam in the pale moonlight. He considers Dice for a few moments longer, stretching out the anticipation, before he drags his tongue along both of the dice. ]
If you want them back, then you'll have to give me something in return. [ That purr is back in his voice, and he rakes his gaze along Dice's body, eyes darkening. ] And what I want is for you to reduce me to a gasping, ruined mess. I want you to break me apart and make me beg for you. Your mouth, your hands, your body--use whatever you will.
But make it so your name is the only thing I can remember.
[It sounds ominous at first, which doesn't unsettle Dice so much as it makes him a little annoyed at being woken up for something vague... But then it escalates.
And escalates.
And Dice's violet eyes go so wide for a moment that they might as well be stars for how much the faded light shines in them. His gaze fixes on Gentaro's tongue as they lave the dice, then lower, lower, like this is the first time he's considered that (even if it isn't, not really)...]
You sure about that?
[A dangerous grin comes to Dice's lips, and--very awake now--he strides closer, slamming the palm of one hand against the tree Gentaro is sitting in front of. He looks down at him as the sting fades from his hand, licking his lips in anticipation.]
[ Oh, yes, Gentaro likes that reaction very much. He'd expected Dice would be amenable, considering the looks and touches shared, the teasing, flirting words. Anyone else might have driven Gentaro away by now, but Dice is very different.
He'd picked up that thread Gentaro had dropped, and now he's winding it around him, keeping him in place. With a smirk, Gentaro looks up at him, already so very ready for Dice to take him up on the challenge. How is it that Dice can make him feel so very much alive? Gentaro so often feels bored, drifting along with nothing to excite or thrill him, but Dice... ]
Of course I'm sure. [ He sounds almost offended, but it's obviously not serious because he grabs him by the front of his kimono and tugs him down, eyes alight with excitement and desire. ] Don't disappoint me.
[His kimono is grabbed, but it takes very little convincing to get Dice to his knees. Their foreheads meet for an instant, and Dice feels like he's slowly catching fire as he looks into those ageless eyes. Most people would know better than to mess around with an oni of Gentaro's caliber. Most people would run. Dice... lives dangerously. He takes everything as a challenge. It's what led him to leave his cushy life as a noble's son and take to the world as he knew it, to rove and explore and learn new things. He's no artist, no genius, but he has a passion for life and experiences that is unmatched.
Making an oni his? No one he knows can claim that as a life accomplishment. And he can't turn down a challenge like this.
One hand is on Gentaro's robes in an instant, discarding things as carelessly as he dares until he can get at bare, heated skin. The other hand slips into Gentaro's hair, gripping a handful and tugging the oni's head back as Dice lowers his head and simply breathes along the length of Gentaro's throat.]
Don't disappoint me. I didn't know oni knew how to beg. Guess you better get good at it. It's a long time 'til morning.
[ For a brief moment, Gentaro thinks perhaps he might have bitten off more than he can chew. Of course, he quickly dashes that thought away, because how long has he wanted this? Far too long, even for him. His blood practically sings in his veins as Dice's hand slides into his hair and pulls his head back.
He groans softly, then lets out a laugh, licking his lips. He sets the dice aside, placed delicately on top of his robes. Dice could easily take them and run, but he doesn't think that's about to happen.
Gods, he wants those hands and that mouth on his skin. It feels like he's burning from the inside, desperate for Dice already. He tamps that down, because allowing this to be cut short for any reason is simply unacceptable. ]
So petulant. That mouth will get you into trouble one of these days. [ He slips his hands beneath Dice's kimono, sharp nails skating along his sides to his back. ] We have all the time in the world, hmm? I hope you'll be able to keep up.
[He's so clever, he swears. He punctuates that smart response with a graze of his sharp canines over Gentaro's skin, right at his throat, right where he can feel his pulse. His fingers tighten in Gentaro's hair as his lips choose a conspicuous spot to gain purchase, sucking slightly.
Moving up, he runs his tongue over Gentaro's lips, tasting him with a deep rumble low in his throat. The hand casting Gentaro's robes aside finds skin underneath and Dice's nails press against the warmth there, claiming already with little crescent marks.]
Well, I am trouble. And if all goes well, you'll certainly be in it.
[ He lets out a gasp, pulse quickening as Dice sucks. He's going to have marks all over, but hell, he's into that. He'll wear them proudly; Gentaro hasn't known shame in a very long time. And it makes his chest tighten slightly, knowing that Dice has marked him so enthusiastically. Gentaro pushes that thought, and the feelings that come with it, far back into the recesses of his mind.
It's easy to do when Dice is so very good to him.
Gentaro slides a hand to the back of Dice's neck, holding him in place as he nips at his lips, then smothes over them with his tongue. It's not quite a kiss; Gentaro wants Dice to initiate that. ]
You should respect your elders. [ He fits a leg between Dice's and presses against him. ] If I'm so ancient, it's rude to do this against this tree, isn't it?
[His cheekiness knows no bounds, clearly, even like this. Even with Gentaro under his hands and lips, even with a leg sliding between his that he eagerly presses his hips against.]
It's not like I can pull a fancy palace outta thin air.
[And seriously, mentioning changing positions right now, when Dice is getting too hot to be alive, is just cruel. But he relents, because at his core he's got some of the trappings of a gentleman, and begins to stand. There's a blanket he at least had out that he's willing to pull Gentaro over to, and the lean-to provides shelter from the elements. They're in the middle of practically nowhere while Dice is traveling around the area, as he often does when finances are slim. But money has nothing to do with this.
He pulls Gentaro along, easing his hand out of his hair, teasing a telltale horn with deft fingers as he guides the oni over to lay him back on the blanket. Wasting no time, he straddles one of Gentaro's legs and leans down again to nip at his lips in return, seeking the heat that ebbed for a moment.]
If this ain't good enough, you picked the wrong day to come on ta' me, okay?
[ It's cute how eager he is. Gentaro laughs softly and follows him, and really, he's had worse. It's not like he came here looking for five star accommodations. He came here for Dice.
Momentarily, any thoughts are driven out of his mind when Dice touches his horns. He'd be angry if it weren't him, and instead, he shudders and lets out a breathy groan. They've always been particularly sensitive, but his touch is-- it's something else entirely. As he looks up at Dice, as he slides a hand into his hair and nips back at his lips, he thinks maybe he's the one in trouble here. ]
Please. [ He tugs at his hair, sharp nails grazing his scalp. ] I've had much more unpleasant lodgings. All that matters is this.
[ Yes, he's definitely in trouble, because there's a faint softness in the way he says that and looks up at him. It shifts to mischief quickly, though, as he wraps his legs around Dice's waist and grinds against him. ]
[He moves when Gentaro moves, and that alone should be surprising. But they've danced in their own way for a while now, and the way they work together brings a poetic sort of heat to Dice that means he won't resist at all when there are legs around his waist.
Really, though, he hasn't forgotten that he has something to prove here, on the oni's orders. So he leverages that hold around his waist and pushes forward, moving to pin Gentaro's wrists to the blanket with one broad hand. Leaning down over him, he runs his tongue over the seam of Gentaro's lips.
All that matters is that they let their sense of adventure finally get the better of them, the flirting, the carefully ignored heat...]
Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?
[Of course, a powerful and sensual being like Gentaro probably expects that from the mere humans he meets, but Dice wants to believe he's special. He wants to believe he has something Gentaro wants more than he wants it from anyone else.]
[ For the life of him, Gentaro can't figure out why he didn't make a move sooner. Dice is forceful, but not in a way that threatens him. After all, Gentaro had invited this. It's exciting in a way Gentaro isn't quite used to, in a way that he thinks he doesn't want to get used to.
He parts his lips and bites at Dice's, just as he rocks against him. It's the way Dice holds him, the way he all but kisses him, the way he feels against him. Gods, Dice could keep him here forever and Gentaro would be perfectly fine with that. ]
As long as I've wanted you, perhaps. [ Another roll of his hips against Dice's. He lets out a low moan. ] Very few people manage to catch my eye. You should feel lucky.
[Maybe there's something to be said for waiting this long. For slow escalation over weeks, months... For Gentaro frustrating his target on every level, until it came right back around to desire, the need to be close. Dice wouldn't have pushed him away tonight for anything.
He could scream about how lucky he knows he is to have caught this particular oni's eye. For all the humans who have pursued Dice in life, none of them have challenged him, or made him feel so wanted with a mere look. The fire in Gentaro's eyes speaks volumes. Yet, at the same time, it's not about some trophy lay. It's about finally, finally crossing a line with someone who'd just as soon devour him. It's a gamble. And it feels like heaven.
He grinds his hips against Gentaro's, a low growl working its way out of his throat. Fingers curl around slender wrists.]
Keep sayin' you want me like that. [It sounds like there ought to be a threat on the end of the statement, like it's a command, but it's more of a request.] I ain't got time for anybody else.
[Says a man who, from an outside view, must seem to have all the time in the world to mess around and relax. He's all but sung that Gentaro is special. The pinnacle of experience.
Dice slides a thumb into the knot in his hakama ties and loosens it, so he can push them down and get closer.]
[ Dice feels so good already. Gentaro curses himself for waiting so long, but honestly, it's perfect. He could so, so easily turn the tables and wreck Dice in a decidedly non-sexy way, but... he's never, ever wanted to hurt Dice in any way. And maybe he's contradicting himself; everything Gentaro touches eventually gets destroyed.
But god, he wants to keep Dice. He wants this, more and more. He thinks, maybe, he could never tire of Dice. And that's what makes him so dangerous.
Gentaro shoves those thoughts away and laughs, low and husky. He pushes slightly at the grip on his wrists, but it's half-hearted. As it turns out, he likes being restrained by Dice. He licks his lips, rocking against him. ]
Are you really in any position to command me? I could easily lay you out on your back, Dice. [ And the way he says his name--it's a purr, eyes gleaming. ] Consider yourself special that I'm allowing this.
[He does consider himself special. He considers himself nearly godlike in being able to attract Gentaro. It wasn't necessarily on purpose, it's just how it began to shake out, but now that it's reached this point he'll lay claim to the whole series of events. He'll crow proudly to the world that Gentaro chose him, and he'll crow just as loudly that he's going to be the best this oni's ever had.
Shoving his hakama down takes little effort, minimal frustration, and he's hip-to-hip with Gentaro again quickly enough. Their bodies rock together and in counterpoint, no rhythm or seeming reason, just two creatures seeking pleasure wherever they can find it for the moment.]
You're in the best position right now. I don't care who's giving who orders, 'long as I get you. [He bites his lip after that admission, knowing it's foolish on some level, greatly not caring about that on every other level...] You said I gotta make you beg. [His hips deliberately stutter and pull away slightly.] But damn if I don't just want to fuck you so hard you forget who you are.
[ It's still stunning how earnest and honest Dice is. He barrels forward with determination and a desire to take what he wants, and really, Gentaro admires him for that. It's refreshing, and that's one of the reasons he keeps seeking him out. Dice truly is special to Gentaro, which is why he takes care to tread with caution around him.
There must be something in the air tonight, perhaps. Now, Gentaro wants to stop being so careful. He leans forward, his breathing more labored and shallow as he rocks against Dice. He wants to claim Dice as his, and in return, he'll let Dice do the same.
Gentaro laughs softly and bites Dice's neck, sharp teeth sinking in. Gentaro is made of sharp edges, hiding the softness underneath. ]
So brash. [ He drags his tongue along the mark he's made. ] How badly do you want me, Dice? You're not the patient sort, so I'm certain I know the answer.
[ He sinks a clawed hand into Dice's hair, pulling just on the edge of rough. He's hesitant to admit that he's pretty damn impatient, too. How could he not be, with how gorgeous Dice is? ]
Fuck me, then. Forget making me beg. I want you to take me apart until you're the only thing I remember.
[He doesn't bother hiding a hiss of pain when he's bitten, and a full-body shudder that follows as he bites down on his lip to not cry out. He knew it'd come to this someday, to being devoured even little by little. However, the inevitable coming to pass doesn't make him docile or resigned. It sets him on fire.]
I want you.
[It's breathless and pained, desire mixing with the throbbing in his neck, blood trickling down his skin. Gentaro is full of sharpness, and it makes Dice want to be cut all the deeper. If he were more poetic, he might say make me ache, burn me to the ground. But he's not. So he shudders again.]
Fuck.
[His hips grind forward firmly, and the hand holding Gentaro's wrists whips away to start clawing the oni's clothing off.]
If I do what you want, you're gonna keep me, right? Make me yours? That's how you work?
[ His breath catches when Dice says he wants him. He's always been obvious, but there's something about his saying it that makes Gentaro melt. This samurai is trouble, Gentaro knows it. And yet-- he wants to see him more and more. Gentaro tries not to get attached, but he has a hold on him that's impossible to ignore.
Gentaro laughs, low and breathless. He's about to warn Dice to be careful with his clothes, but then he says that, and Gentaro realizes just how much he's fallen. He hesitates for a few moments.
Gently, he grasps Dice's chin and tilts his head up. He searches his face, his own a carefully constructed mask. ]
Would you truly let an oni make you his? Answer carefully, Dice. [ His voice is quiet, serious. ] If I keep you, I might never let you go. Is that a risk you're willing to take?
[Dice only pauses in the clothing rearrangement when his chin is grasped and his eyes are caught. For a moment--one he realizes is terrifying--he wonders if he said something wrong. If Gentaro would just abandon this tryst, or do worse... like abandoning their game altogether. It's what Dice looks forward to the most in life, reckless as he is.
He's told to answer carefully, so he does, after a moment of (given his present state) difficult thought.]
Man. Just when I thought maybe you actually got me.
[He backs off slightly bodily, just to prove that he's serious. His hands plant on the ground, fingers tense, and he looks into Gentaro's otherworldly eyes.]
One: I am the biggest gambler in this country. Don't fuckin' assume I'm not gonna take a risk when I wanna take it. Two: [His voice softens.] Don't even think I'm doing this 'cause you're an oni. I'm not that into gettin' fucked up. I want you, no matter who or what you are.
[He moves a hand from the ground to settle it on the back of Gentaro's neck, holding him firmly as he leans in to kiss him.]
Gentaro listens, and when Dice kisses him, he returns it. It's more eager than he'd intended, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let the mask slip a little more. Gentaro knows this is foolish--that Dice is mortal and he will be gone one day.
But he decides he wants to take the risk, too. He slides his arms around the samurai's neckand pulls him close, burying a hand in his hair. Dice is intoxicating, and Gentaro wants him so badly it aches. Not just in the physical sense--he hooks a leg around his waist and rocks against him--but in every way.
Gentaro keeps his heart closely guarded... but would it really be terrible to put it in Dice's capable hands? ]
I would like to keep you as long as you'll allow.
[ He kisses him again with heat and desire.He could spend the rest of his life kissing him, and it still wouldn't be enough. ]
[The kiss burns just as hot as the rest of what they've done, even if it has a slightly different feeling to it. It's a flame melting the wax to place a seal on their union, as far as Dice is concerned.
Life isn't without risks. Being one with an oni is a terrible risk, probably the worst Dice has ever gambled on... But he doesn't really care. What has he got to lose? His life? His dignity? He cared about neither to begin with. So he'll freely give himself and everything he is to the one being who's made him feel, and he'll live happier for it.]
Until the day I die. Don't even think of takin' this back.
[He returns the kiss with searing heat, pressing his body against Gentaro's.]
That attitude of yours is going to backfire, you know.
[ He shudders and kisses him again, unable to get enough of him. He can understand now, why Dice chases thrills. He himself is a thrill, and Gentaro can't resist. Maybe he should, because that would be the smart thing to do, but as he presses both palms to Dice's cheeks, he decides it's time to throw caution out the window. ]
You're very fortunate to have me looking after you. [ He rocks against him, letting out a low groan. His eyes gleam, but behind them is warmth and affection. ] Now... didn't you have something to finish? Take care with my clothes. If you tear them, I'll have to thoroughly punish you.
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He can't say what they mean to him in any stronger terms than he already has without giving some things away, so he clamps his lips together for a moment in thought.
Unfortunately for Dice, thought--especially at this hour--isn't his forte. So he finally makes a small grumble of frustration.]
C'mon... Moon's not even out and you're bein' weird. Just give 'em back...
[It's not Dice's fault that he lacks the foresight to see that Gentaro wants something. But the way the oni breathes and moves and holds himself is different tonight. He kicks himself mentally for even noticing that, yet that finally piques his interest.]
Okay, fine. What's a guy gotta do to get his stuff back? You wanna hear another story? Play a game? Do I hafta pass some weird challenge?
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Gentaro knows this is dangerous, to get attached to a human. He will outlive him; he could easily hurt Dice besides. But gods, if he doesn't want Dice. He's settled beneath Gentaro's skin, inside his wretched, wicked heart, and Gentaro wants all at once to shake and kiss him.
But enough of that. He cocks his head to the side, a playful smirk stretching across his lips. ]
You could say it's some weird challenge. Though, I wonder if you are even capable of it... Mmm, it may be too much for you.
[ His voice is dangerously close to a purr. He presses another kiss to each dice, desire burning in that gaze. ]
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If I'm capable ain't the question! There's nothin' I can't do.
[No. It's more like... there's nothing Gentaro could say that would be less than thrilling to act on. He wants his dice back, sure, but even half asleep the lure of challenge is irresistible.
Sleepily, he shuffles forward and gets to his feet. He takes a few bold steps toward the oni, smirking with absolutely baseless confidence. After all, Gentaro usually has some kind of bullshit planned when he's causing Dice problems.]
Lay it on me.
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[ He lets out a quiet, throaty chuckle as he watches Dice approach. His confidence must get him in trouble sometimes, Gentaro thinks. But it's also incredibly attractive, and Gentaro decides he wants to see more and more of it whenever he can.
Gentaro smiles, something near-predatory. His sharp teeth gleam in the pale moonlight. He considers Dice for a few moments longer, stretching out the anticipation, before he drags his tongue along both of the dice. ]
If you want them back, then you'll have to give me something in return. [ That purr is back in his voice, and he rakes his gaze along Dice's body, eyes darkening. ] And what I want is for you to reduce me to a gasping, ruined mess. I want you to break me apart and make me beg for you. Your mouth, your hands, your body--use whatever you will.
But make it so your name is the only thing I can remember.
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And escalates.
And Dice's violet eyes go so wide for a moment that they might as well be stars for how much the faded light shines in them. His gaze fixes on Gentaro's tongue as they lave the dice, then lower, lower, like this is the first time he's considered that (even if it isn't, not really)...]
You sure about that?
[A dangerous grin comes to Dice's lips, and--very awake now--he strides closer, slamming the palm of one hand against the tree Gentaro is sitting in front of. He looks down at him as the sting fades from his hand, licking his lips in anticipation.]
You better be real sure.
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He'd picked up that thread Gentaro had dropped, and now he's winding it around him, keeping him in place. With a smirk, Gentaro looks up at him, already so very ready for Dice to take him up on the challenge. How is it that Dice can make him feel so very much alive? Gentaro so often feels bored, drifting along with nothing to excite or thrill him, but Dice... ]
Of course I'm sure. [ He sounds almost offended, but it's obviously not serious because he grabs him by the front of his kimono and tugs him down, eyes alight with excitement and desire. ] Don't disappoint me.
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Making an oni his? No one he knows can claim that as a life accomplishment. And he can't turn down a challenge like this.
One hand is on Gentaro's robes in an instant, discarding things as carelessly as he dares until he can get at bare, heated skin. The other hand slips into Gentaro's hair, gripping a handful and tugging the oni's head back as Dice lowers his head and simply breathes along the length of Gentaro's throat.]
Don't disappoint me. I didn't know oni knew how to beg. Guess you better get good at it. It's a long time 'til morning.
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He groans softly, then lets out a laugh, licking his lips. He sets the dice aside, placed delicately on top of his robes. Dice could easily take them and run, but he doesn't think that's about to happen.
Gods, he wants those hands and that mouth on his skin. It feels like he's burning from the inside, desperate for Dice already. He tamps that down, because allowing this to be cut short for any reason is simply unacceptable. ]
So petulant. That mouth will get you into trouble one of these days. [ He slips his hands beneath Dice's kimono, sharp nails skating along his sides to his back. ] We have all the time in the world, hmm? I hope you'll be able to keep up.
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[He's so clever, he swears. He punctuates that smart response with a graze of his sharp canines over Gentaro's skin, right at his throat, right where he can feel his pulse. His fingers tighten in Gentaro's hair as his lips choose a conspicuous spot to gain purchase, sucking slightly.
Moving up, he runs his tongue over Gentaro's lips, tasting him with a deep rumble low in his throat. The hand casting Gentaro's robes aside finds skin underneath and Dice's nails press against the warmth there, claiming already with little crescent marks.]
Keep up? You're the ancient one.
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[ He lets out a gasp, pulse quickening as Dice sucks. He's going to have marks all over, but hell, he's into that. He'll wear them proudly; Gentaro hasn't known shame in a very long time. And it makes his chest tighten slightly, knowing that Dice has marked him so enthusiastically. Gentaro pushes that thought, and the feelings that come with it, far back into the recesses of his mind.
It's easy to do when Dice is so very good to him.
Gentaro slides a hand to the back of Dice's neck, holding him in place as he nips at his lips, then smothes over them with his tongue. It's not quite a kiss; Gentaro wants Dice to initiate that. ]
You should respect your elders. [ He fits a leg between Dice's and presses against him. ] If I'm so ancient, it's rude to do this against this tree, isn't it?
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[His cheekiness knows no bounds, clearly, even like this. Even with Gentaro under his hands and lips, even with a leg sliding between his that he eagerly presses his hips against.]
It's not like I can pull a fancy palace outta thin air.
[And seriously, mentioning changing positions right now, when Dice is getting too hot to be alive, is just cruel. But he relents, because at his core he's got some of the trappings of a gentleman, and begins to stand. There's a blanket he at least had out that he's willing to pull Gentaro over to, and the lean-to provides shelter from the elements. They're in the middle of practically nowhere while Dice is traveling around the area, as he often does when finances are slim. But money has nothing to do with this.
He pulls Gentaro along, easing his hand out of his hair, teasing a telltale horn with deft fingers as he guides the oni over to lay him back on the blanket. Wasting no time, he straddles one of Gentaro's legs and leans down again to nip at his lips in return, seeking the heat that ebbed for a moment.]
If this ain't good enough, you picked the wrong day to come on ta' me, okay?
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Momentarily, any thoughts are driven out of his mind when Dice touches his horns. He'd be angry if it weren't him, and instead, he shudders and lets out a breathy groan. They've always been particularly sensitive, but his touch is-- it's something else entirely. As he looks up at Dice, as he slides a hand into his hair and nips back at his lips, he thinks maybe he's the one in trouble here. ]
Please. [ He tugs at his hair, sharp nails grazing his scalp. ] I've had much more unpleasant lodgings. All that matters is this.
[ Yes, he's definitely in trouble, because there's a faint softness in the way he says that and looks up at him. It shifts to mischief quickly, though, as he wraps his legs around Dice's waist and grinds against him. ]
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Really, though, he hasn't forgotten that he has something to prove here, on the oni's orders. So he leverages that hold around his waist and pushes forward, moving to pin Gentaro's wrists to the blanket with one broad hand. Leaning down over him, he runs his tongue over the seam of Gentaro's lips.
All that matters is that they let their sense of adventure finally get the better of them, the flirting, the carefully ignored heat...]
Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?
[Of course, a powerful and sensual being like Gentaro probably expects that from the mere humans he meets, but Dice wants to believe he's special. He wants to believe he has something Gentaro wants more than he wants it from anyone else.]
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He parts his lips and bites at Dice's, just as he rocks against him. It's the way Dice holds him, the way he all but kisses him, the way he feels against him. Gods, Dice could keep him here forever and Gentaro would be perfectly fine with that. ]
As long as I've wanted you, perhaps. [ Another roll of his hips against Dice's. He lets out a low moan. ] Very few people manage to catch my eye. You should feel lucky.
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He could scream about how lucky he knows he is to have caught this particular oni's eye. For all the humans who have pursued Dice in life, none of them have challenged him, or made him feel so wanted with a mere look. The fire in Gentaro's eyes speaks volumes. Yet, at the same time, it's not about some trophy lay. It's about finally, finally crossing a line with someone who'd just as soon devour him. It's a gamble. And it feels like heaven.
He grinds his hips against Gentaro's, a low growl working its way out of his throat. Fingers curl around slender wrists.]
Keep sayin' you want me like that. [It sounds like there ought to be a threat on the end of the statement, like it's a command, but it's more of a request.] I ain't got time for anybody else.
[Says a man who, from an outside view, must seem to have all the time in the world to mess around and relax. He's all but sung that Gentaro is special. The pinnacle of experience.
Dice slides a thumb into the knot in his hakama ties and loosens it, so he can push them down and get closer.]
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But god, he wants to keep Dice. He wants this, more and more. He thinks, maybe, he could never tire of Dice. And that's what makes him so dangerous.
Gentaro shoves those thoughts away and laughs, low and husky. He pushes slightly at the grip on his wrists, but it's half-hearted. As it turns out, he likes being restrained by Dice. He licks his lips, rocking against him. ]
Are you really in any position to command me? I could easily lay you out on your back, Dice. [ And the way he says his name--it's a purr, eyes gleaming. ] Consider yourself special that I'm allowing this.
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Shoving his hakama down takes little effort, minimal frustration, and he's hip-to-hip with Gentaro again quickly enough. Their bodies rock together and in counterpoint, no rhythm or seeming reason, just two creatures seeking pleasure wherever they can find it for the moment.]
You're in the best position right now. I don't care who's giving who orders, 'long as I get you. [He bites his lip after that admission, knowing it's foolish on some level, greatly not caring about that on every other level...] You said I gotta make you beg. [His hips deliberately stutter and pull away slightly.] But damn if I don't just want to fuck you so hard you forget who you are.
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There must be something in the air tonight, perhaps. Now, Gentaro wants to stop being so careful. He leans forward, his breathing more labored and shallow as he rocks against Dice. He wants to claim Dice as his, and in return, he'll let Dice do the same.
Gentaro laughs softly and bites Dice's neck, sharp teeth sinking in. Gentaro is made of sharp edges, hiding the softness underneath. ]
So brash. [ He drags his tongue along the mark he's made. ] How badly do you want me, Dice? You're not the patient sort, so I'm certain I know the answer.
[ He sinks a clawed hand into Dice's hair, pulling just on the edge of rough. He's hesitant to admit that he's pretty damn impatient, too. How could he not be, with how gorgeous Dice is? ]
Fuck me, then. Forget making me beg. I want you to take me apart until you're the only thing I remember.
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I want you.
[It's breathless and pained, desire mixing with the throbbing in his neck, blood trickling down his skin. Gentaro is full of sharpness, and it makes Dice want to be cut all the deeper. If he were more poetic, he might say make me ache, burn me to the ground. But he's not. So he shudders again.]
Fuck.
[His hips grind forward firmly, and the hand holding Gentaro's wrists whips away to start clawing the oni's clothing off.]
If I do what you want, you're gonna keep me, right? Make me yours? That's how you work?
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Gentaro laughs, low and breathless. He's about to warn Dice to be careful with his clothes, but then he says that, and Gentaro realizes just how much he's fallen. He hesitates for a few moments.
Gently, he grasps Dice's chin and tilts his head up. He searches his face, his own a carefully constructed mask. ]
Would you truly let an oni make you his? Answer carefully, Dice. [ His voice is quiet, serious. ] If I keep you, I might never let you go. Is that a risk you're willing to take?
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He's told to answer carefully, so he does, after a moment of (given his present state) difficult thought.]
Man. Just when I thought maybe you actually got me.
[He backs off slightly bodily, just to prove that he's serious. His hands plant on the ground, fingers tense, and he looks into Gentaro's otherworldly eyes.]
One: I am the biggest gambler in this country. Don't fuckin' assume I'm not gonna take a risk when I wanna take it. Two: [His voice softens.] Don't even think I'm doing this 'cause you're an oni. I'm not that into gettin' fucked up. I want you, no matter who or what you are.
[He moves a hand from the ground to settle it on the back of Gentaro's neck, holding him firmly as he leans in to kiss him.]
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Gentaro listens, and when Dice kisses him, he returns it. It's more eager than he'd intended, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let the mask slip a little more. Gentaro knows this is foolish--that Dice is mortal and he will be gone one day.
But he decides he wants to take the risk, too. He slides his arms around the samurai's neckand pulls him close, burying a hand in his hair. Dice is intoxicating, and Gentaro wants him so badly it aches. Not just in the physical sense--he hooks a leg around his waist and rocks against him--but in every way.
Gentaro keeps his heart closely guarded... but would it really be terrible to put it in Dice's capable hands? ]
I would like to keep you as long as you'll allow.
[ He kisses him again with heat and desire.He could spend the rest of his life kissing him, and it still wouldn't be enough. ]
If you'll be mine, then I will be yours as well.
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Life isn't without risks. Being one with an oni is a terrible risk, probably the worst Dice has ever gambled on... But he doesn't really care. What has he got to lose? His life? His dignity? He cared about neither to begin with. So he'll freely give himself and everything he is to the one being who's made him feel, and he'll live happier for it.]
Until the day I die. Don't even think of takin' this back.
[He returns the kiss with searing heat, pressing his body against Gentaro's.]
You're stuck with me now.
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[ He shudders and kisses him again, unable to get enough of him. He can understand now, why Dice chases thrills. He himself is a thrill, and Gentaro can't resist. Maybe he should, because that would be the smart thing to do, but as he presses both palms to Dice's cheeks, he decides it's time to throw caution out the window. ]
You're very fortunate to have me looking after you. [ He rocks against him, letting out a low groan. His eyes gleam, but behind them is warmth and affection. ] Now... didn't you have something to finish? Take care with my clothes. If you tear them, I'll have to thoroughly punish you.