[Dice falls silent for a moment at that admission. He's never been told anything so lovely, so kind.
He stares up into the sky for a moment, fighting back sudden relieved tears. One live has been changed by him. One single person's life changed because he exists. He feels like he really can keep on living now.]
These stars are ours, now, then. I'm claiming them. They can bear witness to our love and what I'm about to say.
[He reaches up, like he's trying to grab the moon to keep for himself.]
That I, Dice Arisugawa, a mere man, will love you until every last one of them burns out, through this lifetime, the next, and everything that follows.
[ Gentaro's heart feels so full, he feels as if it might burst. No one has ever said these things to him. Why would they, when he's never, ever given himself over to another person? And yet... Dice makes it so easy. As natural as breathing. ]
Dice...
[ He draws in a breath, then reaches up to mirror him. They can take the stars, the moon, everything. He is a thief, after all. But this... It's theirs, and Gentaro will never squander it. This love and happiness feels fragile, but as Dice weaves words into beautiful creations, he thinks it might be less and less brittle. ]
When someone finds their soulmate... nothing will ever keep them apart. Not truly. They are destined to find each other in every lifetime. [ He lowers his hand and touches Dice's cheek, then gently coaxes him to face him. His eyes search his before he smiles and leans in to kiss him deeply. ] This is my oath: I will find you, always and forever, and place my heart and soul into your hands.
[ He kisses him again, like he can't get enough. ]
"I love you" can never encompass the depth of my feelings for you. But I suppose it will have to do. [ Another kiss, for good measure. ] Shall we find a way to capture that feeling and make it something tangible?
[Dice's hand lowers as Gentaro reaches for him, and he fully turns over, looking at him with incredible fondness. With one hand, he strokes Gentaro's hair, propping himself up with the other arm so he can return those generous, gentle kisses. They seem a little less miraculously foreign now, instead striking Dice as right and true.]
Find me in every lifetime, even if it's difficult, even if I don't know what I have when I see it.
[He offers his own kiss. Though he's not sure what Gentaro is suggesting by making things tangible, he smiles against his lips and nods.]
[ Gentaro feels the same; kissing Dice does still feel somewhat surreal, but that's starting to ebb away. Instead, he lets him fall into him, allowing the waves of gentle love and affection crashing over him. ]
Always. And we will sweep each other off our feet.
[ The hand in his hair feels divine. Gentaro sighs into the kiss, and while he feels that spark of desire again, he holds back. Instead, he kisses him again and again, mesmerized by how Dice looks in the moonlight. He's so beautiful, so precious, and his.
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Gentaro's breath catches just that softest bit. He didn't know being kissed like this could affect him so much, but Dice makes him feel things he never thought possible.
He reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Dice's neck, holding him as he pulls away and tries to catch his breath. ]
[How he once again wishes, at that comment, that he had all the resources and trappings of a king, if only because Gentaro deserves to be crowned with everything wonderful in this world. Thief or not, he's a gentleman in his own way, kind and more reliable than the very moon and stars they're under. He wants to sweep him off his feet in all the ways he used to be able to, all the efforts he wasted on someone who never wanted to give him a chance.
In the next lifetime, he swears he'll find Gentaro first, and he will give him the entire world on a silver platter.
If he could kiss him until the end of this life, he would. Gentaro feels so perfectly meant for him that he's not wholly convinced this isn't what he was born for. Maybe he was meant to become a rogue.
He buries his fingers in Gentaro's hair at the little hitch in Gentaro's breath, and he's barely able to stop himself from kissing him again when he pulls away to breathe. But no one ever said he couldn't do something else. He sets to kissing Gentaro's face, sweetly and softly, first his cheek, then his forehead, his closed eyelids and his temples; the tip of his nose, with a little huff of mirth. Dice only takes his hand out of Gentaro's hair long enough to guide Gentaro's hand up into his long blue locks.]
[ No one treats him like this. It's not that he's had unpleasant experiences. Rather, it had just been a way to blow off steam. But just this makes him feel alight, makes him crave more and more.
Everything Dice offers so sweetly, just like those soft kisses, he'll gladly take.
Gentaro follows his lead, sinking his hand into his hair. He opens his eyes, feeling a pretty flush spread across his cheeks as he looks up at him. Dice can ask anything, and Gentaro will happily answer. ]
Mmm. [ He kisses him again, running his fingers through his hair. ] Of course. [ And teasingly, in that affectionate way-- ] What could be on your mind, Dice?
[Dice feels dangerously seen in that moment, and he wonders if Gentaro might have some kind of mind-reading magic. Of course, he's always thought things like that were mere superstition, but Gentaro's observation skills always have been uncanny...]
When the time is right...
[He hesitates, cheeks flushing, smile going just a touch embarrassed. Steeling himself, he cards his fingers through Gentaro's hair over and over again. The man is beautiful, exquisite, perfect, everything he ever dreamed might look at him with such an expression. It makes him feel things he's never felt before, a sort of attraction he can't put a name to.
He doesn't even know how to say this.]
...Will you...
[Nope. No. Abort. He ducks his head against Gentaro's chest and curses faintly, something he hardly ever does. He just can't say it.]
[ The thing is, Dice is very easy to read. So-- he has a suspicion about what he wants to ask. It's impossible to ignore the heat that's been building between them.
It's actually kind of cute, how flustered and tongue-tied he is. Gentaro hums softly, playing with his hair before he rolls Dice onto his back and hovers above him.
Leaning down, he touches their foreheads together. ]
You are safe with me. I know it is difficult for you, but I will never judge you for anything you desire.
[The pathetic thing is it's not like he's never thought about or done it before. Obviously. But he's so hesitant to put things into words that might undo the beautiful spell on them cast by Gentaro's generous affection and Dice's cautiously offered vulnerability.
He's on his back before he knows it, eyes widening, cheeks looking a touch pink even under the dim light of the moon. Then Gentaro is close, and Dice closes his eyes, steeling himself as his voice comes out in little more than a murmur.]
I desire you. [A sigh.] So when the time is right... I want to be with you physically, as well.
[Yeah, king of romance he was not. But frankly it's not his fault. Blame everyone who tiptoed around it and made it a utility.]
You know, in stories I read, in books... it always seemed so magical, so beautiful. Yet I've never experienced it that way at all, though I did try.
[ So his suspicions were correct. Actually hearing it... that's much different. Gentaro's breath catches softly, nearly overwhelmed by what Dice tells him.
He loves him. He loves him so, so much. Gentaro wants to drown him in pleasure and love, to show Dice what he deserves. His hands find his, and he interwines their fingers.
He presses a soft kiss to his lips, and when he speaks, his voice is just a touch lower, rougher. ]
Then, let's write our own fairy tale. When the time comes, when you are ready, I will make sure you never forget what it feels like to be loved so thoroughly.
[ He squeezes his hand gently, gazing into his eyes like Dice is the only person that matters. ]
I will follow your lead, so when you decided the right time, I will gladly show you how much I desire you.
[Dice's face is burning, but he doesn't want to look away. Gentaro is generously giving him the courage to face things he never thought possible. He won't turn his nose up at that, or take it for granted. The way Gentaro looks and sounds right now is doing dangerous things to poor Dice.]
Me?
[Smooth answer. So smooth. Like he's not the guy Gentaro has pinned to the secluded little forest floor.]
[ He says it so easily, too. It makes his heart ache that Dice is struck by disbelief, because as far as Gentaro is concerned, anyone would be lucky to have him.
He's beautiful, kind, charming, thoughtful-- Gentaro could go on and on, but he doesn't. Not yet. ]
Why do you think I enjoy kissing you so much?
[ And to emphasize that, he kisses him again, this time with just the barest touch of heat. ]
[Dice makes a muffled little sound of surprise at the kiss, though he knows he shouldn't be shocked. It's less disbelief that someone could possibly find him that attractive and more disbelief at Gentaro's enthusiasm, and how utterly convinced he is.
Dice wraps his arms around Gentaro, then slides his hands into his lover's hair. He still worries that this is a dream, or that something will come between them, but that's a lingering fear built on the back of his betrayal only a handful of days ago. He'll have this fear for a while. He'll wake and cling to Gentaro in the small hours of the morning, he'll stare at him for sleepless hours every night.
But he'll also be loved by him, indescribably beautifully.
So he kisses him back as if to invite more, parting his lips and hooking a leg around one of Gentaro's.]
Is it wrong that I want your lips to grace every inch of my skin?
[ Dice allowing him in like this is magical, even in the wake of betrayal. Here they are, underneath a blanket of stars, wrapped up in each other. Gentaro can't imagine a more wonderful moment. He's already so affected by Dice and how he feels that when he parts his lips and wraps his leg around him and says that--
Gentaro groans softly and grips the back of his thigh. Tentatively, he rolls his hips against Dice, and even this feels so, so good. ]
Is that so? [ he murmurs, running his tongue along his bottom lip. It doesn't last long, though; Gentaro trails kisses along his jaw, down to his neck, kissing right over his pulse. ] I would very much like to indulge you, since you're so eager.
[ That eagerness is beautiful, and even if Gentaro could resist, he wouldn't. ]
[He doesn't expect the vocal reaction nor the rolling of hips, and it shows in the way his entire body shivers. He opens his mouth to speak, but he can't get anything out with Gentaro kissing him like that. It wasn't as though he expected the man to go through with it suddenly!
Not that he hates it. Not that he dislikes it in the least. He likes feeling like Gentaro has him pinned, like he's being commanded and kept. It feels safe with Gentaro.
Carefully, he composes himself, eyes closing so he can focus on how this feels. Then he presses his hips against Gentaro's gently, but firmly. Carefully. When he speaks, it's strained and quiet, but not afraid.]
[ Against his neck, Gentaro laughs, low and husky. ]
Mm, you figured me out. [ He brushes a line of kisses along his jaw to his ear, and he breathes hotly into it. ] I will have to reward you.
[ But he pulls back, and it takes everything in him to not rock more firmly against Dice, to match the movement of his hips. He needs to know for sure, because if there's any hesitation... Well. Either way, he cups his cheek, looking at him seriously. ]
But I want to make absolutely certain that you want this. If you think we're moving too fast, I will respect that.
[Dice is silent for a moment. He doesn't know if they're moving too fast. What's too fast? What did he expect when he let Gentaro go down this path? He would hate more than anything to deny Gentaro, or to make him feel like he's done something wrong. Dice opened this door, and he should have expected a fiery soul like Gentaro to go right through.
But something is off, no matter how badly he wants him, no matter how romantic it would be to do this out under the stars that have witnessed so much of their friendship so far.
He looks up at him, eyes wide, as if he's afraid this is the wrong answer.]
...There's no question that I want it. I want you so badly I hardly know what to do with these thoughts. At the same time, I'm more than a little afraid something will go wrong. That I'll disappoint you, or... fail, somehow.
[It's enough to make his hands faintly shake as they cast over Gentaro's neck and shoulders.]
Gentaro's weak to him. He wants to burn out every single doubt he has, because Dice has already suffered so much. He cups his face in his hands, leaning down to touch their foreheads together, to gaze at him with warmth and love and acceptance. His smile more than touches his eyes, and he kisses him deeply. ]
There is nothing you could do that would disappoint or fail me. I fell in love with you, with the good and the bad parts of you. If anything goes wrong, it will not matter, because I will stop it before it happens.
[ He loves him so much it aches. ]
I want you, too, more than I have ever wanted anything. I want to show you the love and treatment you deserve, Dice. [ He brushes his thumbs against his cheeks, under his eyes. ] But not here, as romantic as it would be. We don't have the supplies required here. There will be many more nights like this, where I make love to you underneath the moon and stars.
[ He kisses him again, then stands and holds out his hand. ]
Dice instantly tears up at the thought, at the notion of having a home, and that home being with someone so remarkable, who not only is lovely, but loving. And who loves him for what he offers, expecting nothing more.
He takes Gentaro's hand, committing every last promise to memory, engraving Gentaro's care on his heart. Then he stands, and pulls Gentaro into a silent embrace, long enough and strong enough to chase off the emotions he's trying so hard not to let take him over. Today has been so full of ups and downs, and as he's been unconscious, it simply bleeds into the days before. He doesn't feel a week and a half distant from the end of his life. It's fresh. But he's safe, and he's loved, and he's going to insist Gentaro claims him once they're alone, home, and he gets his courage back.]
I love you. I do. [A sigh, and he pulls back with a watery smile.] Take me home, and take me to bed.
[ And just like that, Gentaro holds him close, because there's nothing better than being held so warmly and securely by a lover. He'd saved Dice, it's true, but right now, Gentaro knows that Dice had done the same for him. There are no words to express how grateful he is, but he supposes actions may do the trick.
He kisses Dice, a gentle and sweet thing. A smile spreads across his lips, and he wipes his tears away with a gentle hand. ]
And I love you, Dice. [ He can't hide the delicious shiver at Dice's words. Gentaro is usually patient, but hearing those words makes him incredibly impatient. ] I'll show you what those words do to me.
[ And Gentaro leads him back, to the quiet safety of their home. He doesn't let go of Dice's hand, even for a moment, and throughout the walk home, he can't help but steal kisses and toss heated glances his way. ]
[It has an effect on Dice, the glances and the kisses. He stays close by Gentaro's side, leaning on him and laughing oh so quietly, like a young person in the deepest parts of love. It's the first time in his life that he's ever been able to act freely, to be what he's always wanted to be.
What he wants to be right now is Gentaro's. So he stays near, returning the kisses with increasingly playful ones of his own, and the urge to cry in sorrow or in happiness ebbs away by the time they're back to the hideout.
Once they enter, Dice stays proudly at Gentaro's side. They may be going directly to Gentaro's chambers, but who knows when Dice's first encounter with Gentaro's men will be? He wants to be prepared. He wants no doubt in their minds that he is capable and that he'll support Gentaro through anything and everything.]
[ Nothing--aside from those precious I love yous--has ever sounded sweeter than Dice's laugh. It's as if he's come back to life and has truly started to live. Gentaro knows there will be nights when Dice wakes, gasping and shaking and sobbing while he holds him close, but for now, he's a warm, gentle, happy weight against his side.
And his laughter is contagious. Gentaro can't help laughing too, quiet and unrestrained in his happiness.
He might be a king of thieves, but Dice has stolen his heart completely.
He plans on introducing Dice formally tomorrow or the next day (because Gentaro thinks having a day just to themselves is both tempting and necessary), but tonight, as they encounter a few of the men, they stand in respect. Gentaro nods to them and squeezes Dice's hand, a quietly proud smile on his lips as they salute him.
They salute Dice, too, and Gentaro nods once more. He dismisses them, then leads Dice to his quarters and into his room. It's decorated simply, warmly, with lights turned down low and shelves upon shelves of books. He feels a certain way, having Dice in such an intimate place, but it's good.
He pulls him close to kiss him with no shortage of heat. ]
[Dice is more than a little surprised by the respect shown, not to Gentaro but to himself. He hesitates for a moment, then returns the salute, bowing his head in gratitude after. Maybe he will have a place here.
It fills him with cautious optimism, as they make their way to Gentaro's rooms. The deeper they go, the more that cautious optimism is replaced with curiosity and elation. This is his home now, and while it's nothing like the palace, it suits Gentaro and his men in ways Dice only half knows. The dim lighting is relaxing and as inviting as the sunset was. Maybe he's still recovering, because a wave of exhaustion threatens his eyelids the moment they're in Gentaro's room.
Then he's pulled into a kiss, and the tiredness is forgotten entirely, in favor of winding his arms around Gentaro and making soft, increasingly needy sounds against his lips.]
[ This could easily be his undoing. Gentaro is very aware that he's wrapped around Dice's fingers, because those needy sounds drive him nearly out of his mind. Warmth curls in his stomach, and Gentaro carefully walks him back to the bed.
He wants to take him apart thoroughly, but he has enough restraint to take his time. He's still kissing Dice, but he very gently nips at his bottom lip before he pulls away. Gentaro pulls back reluctantly, but... it's going to be much more enjoyable if there are no clothes in the way.
He does away with his tunic and the undershirt. While he's lean, it's plenty obvious that there is no shortage of strength in his arms, his shoulders, all finely sculpted muscles. There are scars, of course, a map of raised lines and a history of struggle and danger written on his skin.
He kisses Dice again, running hand through his hair. ]
[When Dice said Gentaro was beautiful, he didn't even take the time to think about anything beneath his clothing. Perhaps that shows in the way he stares at Gentaro now, not with revulsion, but admiration and adoration. He's strong--stronger than Dice, who only knows what he must of swordplay, and who hadn't been touched by severe injury until recently--and Dice can't help running reverent fingers over every line and curve. He kisses Gentaro more gently, but with simmering heat that threatens to boil over as he kisses lower, across his shoulders and chest.
If he knew what he was doing, he'd drop to his knees to worship every inch of Gentaro's body. He's still clothed, hesitant to show the scars and wounds he carries from the attack. Gentaro might well have to peel Dice's clothing off himself.]
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He stares up into the sky for a moment, fighting back sudden relieved tears. One live has been changed by him. One single person's life changed because he exists. He feels like he really can keep on living now.]
These stars are ours, now, then. I'm claiming them. They can bear witness to our love and what I'm about to say.
[He reaches up, like he's trying to grab the moon to keep for himself.]
That I, Dice Arisugawa, a mere man, will love you until every last one of them burns out, through this lifetime, the next, and everything that follows.
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Dice...
[ He draws in a breath, then reaches up to mirror him. They can take the stars, the moon, everything. He is a thief, after all. But this... It's theirs, and Gentaro will never squander it. This love and happiness feels fragile, but as Dice weaves words into beautiful creations, he thinks it might be less and less brittle. ]
When someone finds their soulmate... nothing will ever keep them apart. Not truly. They are destined to find each other in every lifetime. [ He lowers his hand and touches Dice's cheek, then gently coaxes him to face him. His eyes search his before he smiles and leans in to kiss him deeply. ] This is my oath: I will find you, always and forever, and place my heart and soul into your hands.
[ He kisses him again, like he can't get enough. ]
"I love you" can never encompass the depth of my feelings for you. But I suppose it will have to do. [ Another kiss, for good measure. ] Shall we find a way to capture that feeling and make it something tangible?
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Find me in every lifetime, even if it's difficult, even if I don't know what I have when I see it.
[He offers his own kiss. Though he's not sure what Gentaro is suggesting by making things tangible, he smiles against his lips and nods.]
I'd like that.
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Always. And we will sweep each other off our feet.
[ The hand in his hair feels divine. Gentaro sighs into the kiss, and while he feels that spark of desire again, he holds back. Instead, he kisses him again and again, mesmerized by how Dice looks in the moonlight. He's so beautiful, so precious, and his.
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Gentaro's breath catches just that softest bit. He didn't know being kissed like this could affect him so much, but Dice makes him feel things he never thought possible.
He reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Dice's neck, holding him as he pulls away and tries to catch his breath. ]
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In the next lifetime, he swears he'll find Gentaro first, and he will give him the entire world on a silver platter.
If he could kiss him until the end of this life, he would. Gentaro feels so perfectly meant for him that he's not wholly convinced this isn't what he was born for. Maybe he was meant to become a rogue.
He buries his fingers in Gentaro's hair at the little hitch in Gentaro's breath, and he's barely able to stop himself from kissing him again when he pulls away to breathe. But no one ever said he couldn't do something else. He sets to kissing Gentaro's face, sweetly and softly, first his cheek, then his forehead, his closed eyelids and his temples; the tip of his nose, with a little huff of mirth. Dice only takes his hand out of Gentaro's hair long enough to guide Gentaro's hand up into his long blue locks.]
May I ask something else of you?
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[ No one treats him like this. It's not that he's had unpleasant experiences. Rather, it had just been a way to blow off steam. But just this makes him feel alight, makes him crave more and more.
Everything Dice offers so sweetly, just like those soft kisses, he'll gladly take.
Gentaro follows his lead, sinking his hand into his hair. He opens his eyes, feeling a pretty flush spread across his cheeks as he looks up at him. Dice can ask anything, and Gentaro will happily answer. ]
Mmm. [ He kisses him again, running his fingers through his hair. ] Of course. [ And teasingly, in that affectionate way-- ] What could be on your mind, Dice?
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When the time is right...
[He hesitates, cheeks flushing, smile going just a touch embarrassed. Steeling himself, he cards his fingers through Gentaro's hair over and over again. The man is beautiful, exquisite, perfect, everything he ever dreamed might look at him with such an expression. It makes him feel things he's never felt before, a sort of attraction he can't put a name to.
He doesn't even know how to say this.]
...Will you...
[Nope. No. Abort. He ducks his head against Gentaro's chest and curses faintly, something he hardly ever does. He just can't say it.]
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It's actually kind of cute, how flustered and tongue-tied he is. Gentaro hums softly, playing with his hair before he rolls Dice onto his back and hovers above him.
Leaning down, he touches their foreheads together. ]
You are safe with me. I know it is difficult for you, but I will never judge you for anything you desire.
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He's on his back before he knows it, eyes widening, cheeks looking a touch pink even under the dim light of the moon. Then Gentaro is close, and Dice closes his eyes, steeling himself as his voice comes out in little more than a murmur.]
I desire you. [A sigh.] So when the time is right... I want to be with you physically, as well.
[Yeah, king of romance he was not. But frankly it's not his fault. Blame everyone who tiptoed around it and made it a utility.]
You know, in stories I read, in books... it always seemed so magical, so beautiful. Yet I've never experienced it that way at all, though I did try.
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He loves him. He loves him so, so much. Gentaro wants to drown him in pleasure and love, to show Dice what he deserves. His hands find his, and he interwines their fingers.
He presses a soft kiss to his lips, and when he speaks, his voice is just a touch lower, rougher. ]
Then, let's write our own fairy tale. When the time comes, when you are ready, I will make sure you never forget what it feels like to be loved so thoroughly.
[ He squeezes his hand gently, gazing into his eyes like Dice is the only person that matters. ]
I will follow your lead, so when you decided the right time, I will gladly show you how much I desire you.
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Me?
[Smooth answer. So smooth. Like he's not the guy Gentaro has pinned to the secluded little forest floor.]
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[ He says it so easily, too. It makes his heart ache that Dice is struck by disbelief, because as far as Gentaro is concerned, anyone would be lucky to have him.
He's beautiful, kind, charming, thoughtful-- Gentaro could go on and on, but he doesn't. Not yet. ]
Why do you think I enjoy kissing you so much?
[ And to emphasize that, he kisses him again, this time with just the barest touch of heat. ]
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Dice wraps his arms around Gentaro, then slides his hands into his lover's hair. He still worries that this is a dream, or that something will come between them, but that's a lingering fear built on the back of his betrayal only a handful of days ago. He'll have this fear for a while. He'll wake and cling to Gentaro in the small hours of the morning, he'll stare at him for sleepless hours every night.
But he'll also be loved by him, indescribably beautifully.
So he kisses him back as if to invite more, parting his lips and hooking a leg around one of Gentaro's.]
Is it wrong that I want your lips to grace every inch of my skin?
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Gentaro groans softly and grips the back of his thigh. Tentatively, he rolls his hips against Dice, and even this feels so, so good. ]
Is that so? [ he murmurs, running his tongue along his bottom lip. It doesn't last long, though; Gentaro trails kisses along his jaw, down to his neck, kissing right over his pulse. ] I would very much like to indulge you, since you're so eager.
[ That eagerness is beautiful, and even if Gentaro could resist, he wouldn't. ]
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Not that he hates it. Not that he dislikes it in the least. He likes feeling like Gentaro has him pinned, like he's being commanded and kept. It feels safe with Gentaro.
Carefully, he composes himself, eyes closing so he can focus on how this feels. Then he presses his hips against Gentaro's gently, but firmly. Carefully. When he speaks, it's strained and quiet, but not afraid.]
I think you're the one who's eager to ruin me.
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Mm, you figured me out. [ He brushes a line of kisses along his jaw to his ear, and he breathes hotly into it. ] I will have to reward you.
[ But he pulls back, and it takes everything in him to not rock more firmly against Dice, to match the movement of his hips. He needs to know for sure, because if there's any hesitation... Well. Either way, he cups his cheek, looking at him seriously. ]
But I want to make absolutely certain that you want this. If you think we're moving too fast, I will respect that.
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But something is off, no matter how badly he wants him, no matter how romantic it would be to do this out under the stars that have witnessed so much of their friendship so far.
He looks up at him, eyes wide, as if he's afraid this is the wrong answer.]
...There's no question that I want it. I want you so badly I hardly know what to do with these thoughts. At the same time, I'm more than a little afraid something will go wrong. That I'll disappoint you, or... fail, somehow.
[It's enough to make his hands faintly shake as they cast over Gentaro's neck and shoulders.]
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Gentaro's weak to him. He wants to burn out every single doubt he has, because Dice has already suffered so much. He cups his face in his hands, leaning down to touch their foreheads together, to gaze at him with warmth and love and acceptance. His smile more than touches his eyes, and he kisses him deeply. ]
There is nothing you could do that would disappoint or fail me. I fell in love with you, with the good and the bad parts of you. If anything goes wrong, it will not matter, because I will stop it before it happens.
[ He loves him so much it aches. ]
I want you, too, more than I have ever wanted anything. I want to show you the love and treatment you deserve, Dice. [ He brushes his thumbs against his cheeks, under his eyes. ] But not here, as romantic as it would be. We don't have the supplies required here. There will be many more nights like this, where I make love to you underneath the moon and stars.
[ He kisses him again, then stands and holds out his hand. ]
Shall we go back home?
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Dice instantly tears up at the thought, at the notion of having a home, and that home being with someone so remarkable, who not only is lovely, but loving. And who loves him for what he offers, expecting nothing more.
He takes Gentaro's hand, committing every last promise to memory, engraving Gentaro's care on his heart. Then he stands, and pulls Gentaro into a silent embrace, long enough and strong enough to chase off the emotions he's trying so hard not to let take him over. Today has been so full of ups and downs, and as he's been unconscious, it simply bleeds into the days before. He doesn't feel a week and a half distant from the end of his life. It's fresh. But he's safe, and he's loved, and he's going to insist Gentaro claims him once they're alone, home, and he gets his courage back.]
I love you. I do. [A sigh, and he pulls back with a watery smile.] Take me home, and take me to bed.
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He kisses Dice, a gentle and sweet thing. A smile spreads across his lips, and he wipes his tears away with a gentle hand. ]
And I love you, Dice. [ He can't hide the delicious shiver at Dice's words. Gentaro is usually patient, but hearing those words makes him incredibly impatient. ] I'll show you what those words do to me.
[ And Gentaro leads him back, to the quiet safety of their home. He doesn't let go of Dice's hand, even for a moment, and throughout the walk home, he can't help but steal kisses and toss heated glances his way. ]
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What he wants to be right now is Gentaro's. So he stays near, returning the kisses with increasingly playful ones of his own, and the urge to cry in sorrow or in happiness ebbs away by the time they're back to the hideout.
Once they enter, Dice stays proudly at Gentaro's side. They may be going directly to Gentaro's chambers, but who knows when Dice's first encounter with Gentaro's men will be? He wants to be prepared. He wants no doubt in their minds that he is capable and that he'll support Gentaro through anything and everything.]
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And his laughter is contagious. Gentaro can't help laughing too, quiet and unrestrained in his happiness.
He might be a king of thieves, but Dice has stolen his heart completely.
He plans on introducing Dice formally tomorrow or the next day (because Gentaro thinks having a day just to themselves is both tempting and necessary), but tonight, as they encounter a few of the men, they stand in respect. Gentaro nods to them and squeezes Dice's hand, a quietly proud smile on his lips as they salute him.
They salute Dice, too, and Gentaro nods once more. He dismisses them, then leads Dice to his quarters and into his room. It's decorated simply, warmly, with lights turned down low and shelves upon shelves of books. He feels a certain way, having Dice in such an intimate place, but it's good.
He pulls him close to kiss him with no shortage of heat. ]
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It fills him with cautious optimism, as they make their way to Gentaro's rooms. The deeper they go, the more that cautious optimism is replaced with curiosity and elation. This is his home now, and while it's nothing like the palace, it suits Gentaro and his men in ways Dice only half knows. The dim lighting is relaxing and as inviting as the sunset was. Maybe he's still recovering, because a wave of exhaustion threatens his eyelids the moment they're in Gentaro's room.
Then he's pulled into a kiss, and the tiredness is forgotten entirely, in favor of winding his arms around Gentaro and making soft, increasingly needy sounds against his lips.]
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He wants to take him apart thoroughly, but he has enough restraint to take his time. He's still kissing Dice, but he very gently nips at his bottom lip before he pulls away. Gentaro pulls back reluctantly, but... it's going to be much more enjoyable if there are no clothes in the way.
He does away with his tunic and the undershirt. While he's lean, it's plenty obvious that there is no shortage of strength in his arms, his shoulders, all finely sculpted muscles. There are scars, of course, a map of raised lines and a history of struggle and danger written on his skin.
He kisses Dice again, running hand through his hair. ]
Doing alright, I hope?
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If he knew what he was doing, he'd drop to his knees to worship every inch of Gentaro's body. He's still clothed, hesitant to show the scars and wounds he carries from the attack. Gentaro might well have to peel Dice's clothing off himself.]
You're incredible.
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