[ 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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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.