[ 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 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.