[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.]
[ Dice's lips trace fire along his skin, and Gentaro's breath hitches sharply at the kiss to his lips, his shoulders, his chest. Eyes half-lidded, he places a hand beneath his chin and guides him to look up. ]
Flattery will get you everywhere.
[ His voice is low, rougher, just like earlier.
He's not stupid, though. Gentaro knows he must feel self-conscious. He understands. All the same, he tugs at Dice's tunic. ]
As beautiful as this color is on you, I want to see what is underneath. [ He trails his hands down to the hem. He kisses him with that same simmering heat, running his tongue along Dice's bottom lip. ] May I?
[Dice looks up when his chin is raised, long lashes fluttering. He can't help smiling at Gentaro, at this man who loves him certainly more than he deserves.
The heat returns to his lips, that kiss burning his unease away. There's still part of him that knows he's going to ruin this, that he'll fail or fumble compared to Gentaro, but he's trying so, so hard not to care about it.
In response to the question, he nods slowly. He's scarred now, and they're fresh; he also doesn't have nearly the tone and muscle that Gentaro does. But if this man loves him, he can see more. That's Dice's gift to thank him for everything: courage to be seen.]
[ If only Dice knew that everything he does affects Gentaro deeply. His smile is one he can't stop, and if he could, he wouldn't. There are more than enough smiles for Dice. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs softly, kissing him again. It lingers for a few moments, and it takes all of Gentaro's effort to pull away. He could spend all night kissing Dice, but there are other things he'd like to do tonight.
Carefully, he slips Dice's tunic off. Before, when he tended to his wounds, the only thing on his mind had been saving him. His concern had blotted out everything else, and he's well aware the Dice has more scars now. Even so, the moment he tosses the tunic aside and takes him in, he swallows hard. ]
You're beautiful, Dice, [ he says softly, awed, as he trails gentle fingers along his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. He doesn't avoid the scars, but his touch there is even gentler. Why should he avoid them? Dice's scars don't define him. ] I may never stop touching or looking at you.
[He never wants to stop kissing Gentaro. He would almost be happy to forget the rest of the world and his own wellbeing to keep kissing him, day in and day out.
But there's a time for that, and now seems to not be that. Now is the dreadful moment of being revealed. Logically, he knows Gentaro has seen his bared torso before, when his wounds were being tended to. This is so exposed that it makes him want to shy away, to hide. He's never been called beautiful, at least not without waves of condescension following. He's never been looked at with hunger and desire.
Every place Gentaro touches feels as hot as the sun in summer. It makes Dice's knees weak, so suddenly that he actually loses his balance and ends up falling down to sit on the bed. He looks up with wide eyes, already wondering if this is the error that will make Gentaro change his mind, call him weak and naive... but all he sees as he looks at him is geniune affection.
[ How can he resist that? Gentaro smiles and presses a kiss to his shoulder. He has to lean down somewhat, since Dice has quite literally fallen for him, but it's incredibly flattering. ]
You're beautiful. Everything about you is stunning, from your eyes to your soul and body and heart.
[ He will tell him every day, every moment he can, because Dice should hear it again and again. He places a finger underneath his chin, tipping his face up so he can kiss him. For a few long, lingering moments, he kisses him, hands roaming along his shoulders and back and chest. ]
I believe we can get a bit more comfortable, hm?
[ He picks Dice up, holding him close before laying him down properly on the bed. He's quick to follow, just slightly pressing his hips against Dice's. ]
If anything is too overwhelming, let me know immediately. Your comfort is the most important thing to me.
[This isn't fair. He's too incredible, far too desirable, too hot for Dice's brain to process as the kisses continue. He isn't judged for falling. Gentaro just repeats what he said, and more. More, more kissing, touching, things he's always wanted to find enjoyable but never cared for before, all transformed under Gentaro's scorching affection.
He doesn't even protest being lifted into Gentaro's arms, though he only has a few moments to let his arms linger around Gentaro's shoulders before he's lovingly laid down and Gentaro is on top of him.]
It's... it's already too much, but I don't want you to stop.
[Maybe the intertwining fear and elation in Dice's chest are making him curious about continuing. The part of him that's mired in his past is the part of him that wants to stop, but the overwhelming portion of his heart that wants to be Gentaro's, that wants to feel physical affection to overwrite all the scars isn't going to let him back down.]
[ His expression softens, and he kisses him deeply. Dice trusts him. He's known that on some level, but this-- this is the purest expression of trust and love. He rocks his hips against his just once before pressing a kiss to his neck. ]
Mmm. Good. You are more precious to me than the finest jewels, Dice. [ He kisses his neck again, then again, trailing them up to his ear. ] As you wish, then... I'll overwhelm you even more.
[ He wants to hear more of those sounds and feel Dice's touch everywhere. Gentaro's much better at appearing unaffected, if it weren't for the pretty flush across his cheeks and how hard he is, just from this.
He wants Dice so badly, but making sure Dice knows what it's like to be loved thoroughly and completely overrides his own desire to please himself. He rolls his hips against Dice's and sets a steady, easy rhythm, shivering against him. ]
Don't hold back, Dice. I want to hear more of those lovely sounds.
[His breath catches at the rocking of Gentaro's hips, and it's followed by a soft gasp, a shaky exhale. This is good. He wants the feeling of belonging and love to replace the lingering fear, the worry that he isn't good enough. Gentaro keeps saying things like that and Dice keeps hearing them, searing them into his consciousness, doing his best to not let rising unease take over.
He looks at Gentaro with wild eyes, carefully moving with him, though he's still a little hesitant. It feels so natural, so invigorating, he can't help but slowly let go of his fears. Gentaro moves just right, and Dice nearly whimpers in response.]
[ Gentaro doesn't try to restrain just how good this feels. He's never felt like this, ever. Dice's sounds, the way he matches Gentaro, the way he can see him becoming less nervous...
And he doesn't disappoint at all. Dice is so reactive, so open and free with how he feels. It fills Gentaro with warmth and love and pride. Not for himself (well, a little for himself), but for him. He can tell he's easing into this. Gentaro wants to provide more than anything, so when Dice asks him for another kiss after whimpering....
How can he resist?
He obliges, kissing him deeply. He puts all of his passion and heat into it and runs his tongue along his bottom lip in a bid for permission. One hand finds Dice's; Gentaro slides his fingers between his and squeezes gently, holding their linked hands against the bed. ]
[The more connection they have, the more comfortable Dice is, and he practically melts at the kiss. His lips part at once, allowing Gentaro whatever he wants, whatever he knows will make them both feel good. At the same time, he rocks his own hips against Gentaro's experimentally, groaning into the kiss when it feels so right.
He can't help it. It's terrifying, it's new in certain ways, but with Gentaro he feels safe and loved. It makes him want to give him everything, his body, his honest reactions, along with his heart. Their joined hands make him feel even warmer inside, and he relaxes to a degree that Gentaro will probably catch immediately.
He's still trying, instead of fully letting go, but he knows Gentaro won't judge him for that. This is love, this is the person he's going to spend his life with, joyously and sometimes feverishly. But maybe he doesn't have to be perfect, and maybe he doesn't have to worry about doing things a certain way.
He sighs faintly into the kiss, then relaxes more, letting his body find the rhythm Gentaro has set with his body. This time, when their hips move, it feels electric, and Dice's face flushes deeply, right down to his shoulders.]
[ The more Dice relaxes and tries things of his own, the more Gentaro loves him. It feels damn good, feeling this wonder of a man relax more and more. He could do this all night, really, but he has other things in mind.
Gentaro pushes his tongue past his lips, sliding against Dice's, and it feels better than any kiss he's had. His breath hitches softly, and he lets out a low, breathless groan into the kiss. He squeezes Dice's hand, then pulls away--reluctantly, of course--and gazes down at him, eyes half-lidded.
The hand that's not intertwined with Dice's slides down, down to his hip. He rubs a gentle circle against it, gazing down at him. His fingers brush against the waistband of his pants. ]
[He's kissed like he's never been kissed in his life, and his heart jumps into his throat. There's nothing like this, nothing like the way he feels loved and kept and commanded. He can't imagine being this close to anyone else, nor ever wanting to be. Gentaro is his world and his king. He kisses him back feverishly, joyously, his free hand sliding into Gentaro's hair.
Dice's eyes open as Gentaro pulls back, searching his face for any sign that it's because something went wrong. He's less concerned now, fairly sure Gentaro has a very good reason for pulling away that isn't Dice's fault at all. He laughs lightly with relief and embarrassment at his own concern.]
Yes. Yes, of course.
[He swallows, mouth going dry, then smiles brilliantly.]
[ Adorable. Gentaro laughs softly and kisses his forehead, and before he pulls his hand away, he kisses the back of his. ]
If you keep begging like that, I might not be able to hold back. [ He keeps his tone light, teasing. ] I wonder... do you realize just how lovely you are? How those sounds you make will forever be seared into my mind?
[ He kisses his neck, sucking a light mark there. Gentaro practically ravages his neck, his throat, while he pulls Dice's pants off his hips. He follows suit (along with his undergarments), then tosses it all aside. For a moment, Gentaro simply admires him, and clear in his expression, there's awe and affection and a deep, deep love. ]
You're beautiful, Dice.
[ His voice is quiet and gentle. He's a work of art--a masterpiece. Gentaro will never, ever get tired of seeing him like this. Reaching over to his nightstand, he pulls out a half-empty glass bottle and pours a bit of oil into his hand. He leans in, kissing him deeply as he wraps a hand around Dice's length and strokes him slowly. He wants to shift between his legs and take him into his mouth, but he holds back. Perhaps (definitely) another time. ]
[Dice doesn't think he's begging, but maybe he is. There's clearly nothing wrong with that--actually, he catches on after a moment that Gentaro must really like it, and it takes his breath away.]
I just--[It drops off on a choked sound as Gentaro gets to his neck, and something in Dice snaps. He raises his hips to help Gentaro get his clothing off, but the sounds he makes don't stop. His breathing gets heavier, and when Gentaro calls him beautiful, he laughs, full of joy and affection.]
Not as beautiful as you.
[Because he means it. Gentaro outshines the moon and stars. Gentaro makes great beauties look like old maids. Gentaro makes flowers seem dull. He's everything to Dice.
He's going to say as much, but Gentaro reaches for something, and Dice watches him curiously before leaning up to kiss at Gentaro's neck as well. Intent on marking him as he was just marked, Dice sucks lightly, gently, but he falls back down to the bed the moment Gentaro gets a hand around his length, taking the kiss with him.
It muffles his sounds a little, but they're throaty and enthusiastic, and when the kiss breaks now and again, he says Gentaro's name like a sacred hymn. His hips raise into the touch, and Dice is impressed with how fast he's getting painfully hard under Gentaro's attentions. It's not... It's not like before. It's good, it's pleasant and miraculous, intense enough that it brings tears to Dice's eyes already.]
[ His head spins as Dice marks him, and he lets out a low, drawn-out moan. He'll wear his marks proudly. His touch and lips are pure magic, and Gentaro feels himself growing even harder. He hadn't realized that was even possible, but Dice--
He always manages to surprise Gentaro. It makes him love him even more.
Gentaro pulls away from the kiss, nipping and kissing along his neck. He wants to hear more of Dice's sweet sounds; he knows he's overwhelming Dice already, but he isn't complaining at all. He's alarmed at the tears, but Gentaro kisses them away before he touches their foreheads together. ]
I've got you, [ he murmurs, stroking him faster and rubbing his thumb at the head of his length. ] Fall apart, and I will put you back together.
[He wants to hide his face, but he doesn't have the willpower to push Gentaro away, nor the desire. He loves him. He loves this, being taking apart beautifully and carefully. It's the most beautiful experience he's had since the first night he rested his head on Gentaro's shoulder and watched the stars with him. That had opened a door, one he's flung wide open and ripped off the hinges now.]
Don't stop.
[It's all he can say. He wants to experience this with Gentaro; he wants Gentaro to throw him over this cliff of pleasure and pull him back up. Maybe because his previous experience with this was less than wonderful, he's taken by surprise by how quickly Gentaro's attentions are getting to him. Gentaro strokes him faster, and Dice's hips begin to work into the stroking. It takes less than half a minute for Dice to realize he's in trouble.
He's too far gone to do anything about it, though. Gentaro told him he could and should fall apart, so he does, spectacularly and loudly. He cries out sharply as he comes, his whole body going tense as he empties over Gentaro's hand.]
[ His voice is rougher, lower, halfway to wrecked just from this. He's unlike any lover Gentaro's had, because simply giving without taking has never been terribly satisfying. Now, he's nearly overwhelmed by how wonderfully he responds.
Dice moves with his hand, and Gentaro marvels at how lucky he is to coax these reactions out of him. And when he comes apart, it's mesmerizing and stunning. He works him through it, kissing his neck and ears. ]
You did so well, Dice.
[ He kisses his lips, his cheeks, his forehead as he pulls his hand away. His clean hand brushes the hair out of his eyes, gazing at him with complete adoration. Now that his focus is less on bringing Dice over the edge--it's not saying much, because he's very intent on making him feel good--it's impossible to ignore how hard he is. ]
I hope that wasn't too much for you, [ he says softly, lovingly. ] If you would like to keep going, catch your breath.
[It takes Dice a while to come back to himself after that, though the kisses certainly help. They make him feel like he's being wrapped up in Gentaro's affection, like it won't wane, and it truly isn't a lie. He can't see this man as anything but his savior now.
At Gentaro's priase, Dice curls into himself a bit, whining and mildly cursing. It's not fair for Gentaro to be this hot, frankly. It throws Dice for a loop, still. He's not crying, but he's a mess of emotions right now, most of them good, except the occasional moment of lamentation that Gentaro isn't his only intimate experience. How lovely it would have been to be loved like this these past few years, instead.
He wants him to keep going, even if this is uncharted territory, because he's no longer afraid Gentaro will look down on him or abandon him for the slightest error. His beloved has confirmed it over and over, in action and in words, and Dice feels like he can finally let go. As his breathing calms, he reaches to thread his fingers into Gentaro's hair.]
It makes him angry, too, but his expression betrays none of that. Instead, he presses kisses to his forehead, cheeks, his lips. He doesn't want to show his anger and spoil tonight. So, he focuses on Dice, on showering him in love and affection.
Just like a cat, he hums and leans into the touch. Gentaro nuzzles against his palm and traces idle patterns against his chest. ]
Mmm. Would you believe me if I said it can feel even better? [ His expression darkens; it's still gentle and affectionate, but maybe with a touch of wickedness. ] I have quite a few things I'd like to do with you.
[All he knows is that Gentaro is pleased, so he's doing this right. Well... Honestly, he's not doing much. He's aware of that. But it's fine, because it's making Gentaro happy, and it feels amazing. It can't be wrong, then.
He can't help basking in the depth of Gentaro's affection, his cat-like curiosity and reciprocation. It's beautiful. It makes Dice feel at home. He smiles broadly, though softly, as he's still coming down from his orgasm.
Oh. But that's... tempting.]
I believe you, because it's you. [A little laugh.] You'll show me everything, won't you? Show me how to... [The blush is back.] How to do things the way you like them.
[ His anger ebbs away at Dice's faith in him, at his earnest, honest request. The blush on his cheeks is lovely, and Gentaro feels a swell of pride at causing it. With a soft laugh, he nods. ]
I will, yes. You'd best be an excellent student. I'll be very thorough with your lessons, Dice.
[ He's never, ever felt like this. As he gazes down at Dice, all heat and love and fondness, he thinks, finally, this is what it's like to be truly happy. ]
We will find what you like, as well. I am hardly the type of lover to take and not give, after all.
[But he stops himself from this entirely automatic answer. Because suddenly he's not sure that he's not sure if he'll ever like this. He's actually currently convinced that he really has been doing it entirely wrong this whole time. This, like so many other things, may well become miraculous when associated with Gentaro. And if it's possible to feel even better, well, he'll do absolutely anything Gentaro asks, wants, needs, or suggests of him.
He shakes his head, smiling.]
No. I'd like that. I want to make you happy, Gentaro, but I really wouldn't mind taking a little happiness for myself.
[He leans in to kiss him, softly at first, but with an echo of the heat Gentaro introduced him to earlier. This is bliss, and even if every day following today is the hardest training and fiercest trial Dice has ever been through, he'll still have tonight. He sighs happily against Gentaro's lips.]
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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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Flattery will get you everywhere.
[ His voice is low, rougher, just like earlier.
He's not stupid, though. Gentaro knows he must feel self-conscious. He understands. All the same, he tugs at Dice's tunic. ]
As beautiful as this color is on you, I want to see what is underneath. [ He trails his hands down to the hem. He kisses him with that same simmering heat, running his tongue along Dice's bottom lip. ] May I?
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The heat returns to his lips, that kiss burning his unease away. There's still part of him that knows he's going to ruin this, that he'll fail or fumble compared to Gentaro, but he's trying so, so hard not to care about it.
In response to the question, he nods slowly. He's scarred now, and they're fresh; he also doesn't have nearly the tone and muscle that Gentaro does. But if this man loves him, he can see more. That's Dice's gift to thank him for everything: courage to be seen.]
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Thank you, [ he murmurs softly, kissing him again. It lingers for a few moments, and it takes all of Gentaro's effort to pull away. He could spend all night kissing Dice, but there are other things he'd like to do tonight.
Carefully, he slips Dice's tunic off. Before, when he tended to his wounds, the only thing on his mind had been saving him. His concern had blotted out everything else, and he's well aware the Dice has more scars now. Even so, the moment he tosses the tunic aside and takes him in, he swallows hard. ]
You're beautiful, Dice, [ he says softly, awed, as he trails gentle fingers along his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. He doesn't avoid the scars, but his touch there is even gentler. Why should he avoid them? Dice's scars don't define him. ] I may never stop touching or looking at you.
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But there's a time for that, and now seems to not be that. Now is the dreadful moment of being revealed. Logically, he knows Gentaro has seen his bared torso before, when his wounds were being tended to. This is so exposed that it makes him want to shy away, to hide. He's never been called beautiful, at least not without waves of condescension following. He's never been looked at with hunger and desire.
Every place Gentaro touches feels as hot as the sun in summer. It makes Dice's knees weak, so suddenly that he actually loses his balance and ends up falling down to sit on the bed. He looks up with wide eyes, already wondering if this is the error that will make Gentaro change his mind, call him weak and naive... but all he sees as he looks at him is geniune affection.
He swallows, mouth going dry.]
...Tell me again.
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You're beautiful. Everything about you is stunning, from your eyes to your soul and body and heart.
[ He will tell him every day, every moment he can, because Dice should hear it again and again. He places a finger underneath his chin, tipping his face up so he can kiss him. For a few long, lingering moments, he kisses him, hands roaming along his shoulders and back and chest. ]
I believe we can get a bit more comfortable, hm?
[ He picks Dice up, holding him close before laying him down properly on the bed. He's quick to follow, just slightly pressing his hips against Dice's. ]
If anything is too overwhelming, let me know immediately. Your comfort is the most important thing to me.
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He doesn't even protest being lifted into Gentaro's arms, though he only has a few moments to let his arms linger around Gentaro's shoulders before he's lovingly laid down and Gentaro is on top of him.]
It's... it's already too much, but I don't want you to stop.
[Maybe the intertwining fear and elation in Dice's chest are making him curious about continuing. The part of him that's mired in his past is the part of him that wants to stop, but the overwhelming portion of his heart that wants to be Gentaro's, that wants to feel physical affection to overwrite all the scars isn't going to let him back down.]
Don't worry, really. I want this. I want you.
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Mmm. Good. You are more precious to me than the finest jewels, Dice. [ He kisses his neck again, then again, trailing them up to his ear. ] As you wish, then... I'll overwhelm you even more.
[ He wants to hear more of those sounds and feel Dice's touch everywhere. Gentaro's much better at appearing unaffected, if it weren't for the pretty flush across his cheeks and how hard he is, just from this.
He wants Dice so badly, but making sure Dice knows what it's like to be loved thoroughly and completely overrides his own desire to please himself. He rolls his hips against Dice's and sets a steady, easy rhythm, shivering against him. ]
Don't hold back, Dice. I want to hear more of those lovely sounds.
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He looks at Gentaro with wild eyes, carefully moving with him, though he's still a little hesitant. It feels so natural, so invigorating, he can't help but slowly let go of his fears. Gentaro moves just right, and Dice nearly whimpers in response.]
Kiss me again. Please.
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[ Gentaro doesn't try to restrain just how good this feels. He's never felt like this, ever. Dice's sounds, the way he matches Gentaro, the way he can see him becoming less nervous...
And he doesn't disappoint at all. Dice is so reactive, so open and free with how he feels. It fills Gentaro with warmth and love and pride. Not for himself (well, a little for himself), but for him. He can tell he's easing into this. Gentaro wants to provide more than anything, so when Dice asks him for another kiss after whimpering....
How can he resist?
He obliges, kissing him deeply. He puts all of his passion and heat into it and runs his tongue along his bottom lip in a bid for permission. One hand finds Dice's; Gentaro slides his fingers between his and squeezes gently, holding their linked hands against the bed. ]
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He can't help it. It's terrifying, it's new in certain ways, but with Gentaro he feels safe and loved. It makes him want to give him everything, his body, his honest reactions, along with his heart. Their joined hands make him feel even warmer inside, and he relaxes to a degree that Gentaro will probably catch immediately.
He's still trying, instead of fully letting go, but he knows Gentaro won't judge him for that. This is love, this is the person he's going to spend his life with, joyously and sometimes feverishly. But maybe he doesn't have to be perfect, and maybe he doesn't have to worry about doing things a certain way.
He sighs faintly into the kiss, then relaxes more, letting his body find the rhythm Gentaro has set with his body. This time, when their hips move, it feels electric, and Dice's face flushes deeply, right down to his shoulders.]
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Gentaro pushes his tongue past his lips, sliding against Dice's, and it feels better than any kiss he's had. His breath hitches softly, and he lets out a low, breathless groan into the kiss. He squeezes Dice's hand, then pulls away--reluctantly, of course--and gazes down at him, eyes half-lidded.
The hand that's not intertwined with Dice's slides down, down to his hip. He rubs a gentle circle against it, gazing down at him. His fingers brush against the waistband of his pants. ]
May I?
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Dice's eyes open as Gentaro pulls back, searching his face for any sign that it's because something went wrong. He's less concerned now, fairly sure Gentaro has a very good reason for pulling away that isn't Dice's fault at all. He laughs lightly with relief and embarrassment at his own concern.]
Yes. Yes, of course.
[He swallows, mouth going dry, then smiles brilliantly.]
Please.
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If you keep begging like that, I might not be able to hold back. [ He keeps his tone light, teasing. ] I wonder... do you realize just how lovely you are? How those sounds you make will forever be seared into my mind?
[ He kisses his neck, sucking a light mark there. Gentaro practically ravages his neck, his throat, while he pulls Dice's pants off his hips. He follows suit (along with his undergarments), then tosses it all aside. For a moment, Gentaro simply admires him, and clear in his expression, there's awe and affection and a deep, deep love. ]
You're beautiful, Dice.
[ His voice is quiet and gentle. He's a work of art--a masterpiece. Gentaro will never, ever get tired of seeing him like this. Reaching over to his nightstand, he pulls out a half-empty glass bottle and pours a bit of oil into his hand. He leans in, kissing him deeply as he wraps a hand around Dice's length and strokes him slowly. He wants to shift between his legs and take him into his mouth, but he holds back. Perhaps (definitely) another time. ]
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I just--[It drops off on a choked sound as Gentaro gets to his neck, and something in Dice snaps. He raises his hips to help Gentaro get his clothing off, but the sounds he makes don't stop. His breathing gets heavier, and when Gentaro calls him beautiful, he laughs, full of joy and affection.]
Not as beautiful as you.
[Because he means it. Gentaro outshines the moon and stars. Gentaro makes great beauties look like old maids. Gentaro makes flowers seem dull. He's everything to Dice.
He's going to say as much, but Gentaro reaches for something, and Dice watches him curiously before leaning up to kiss at Gentaro's neck as well. Intent on marking him as he was just marked, Dice sucks lightly, gently, but he falls back down to the bed the moment Gentaro gets a hand around his length, taking the kiss with him.
It muffles his sounds a little, but they're throaty and enthusiastic, and when the kiss breaks now and again, he says Gentaro's name like a sacred hymn. His hips raise into the touch, and Dice is impressed with how fast he's getting painfully hard under Gentaro's attentions. It's not... It's not like before. It's good, it's pleasant and miraculous, intense enough that it brings tears to Dice's eyes already.]
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[ His head spins as Dice marks him, and he lets out a low, drawn-out moan. He'll wear his marks proudly. His touch and lips are pure magic, and Gentaro feels himself growing even harder. He hadn't realized that was even possible, but Dice--
He always manages to surprise Gentaro. It makes him love him even more.
Gentaro pulls away from the kiss, nipping and kissing along his neck. He wants to hear more of Dice's sweet sounds; he knows he's overwhelming Dice already, but he isn't complaining at all. He's alarmed at the tears, but Gentaro kisses them away before he touches their foreheads together. ]
I've got you, [ he murmurs, stroking him faster and rubbing his thumb at the head of his length. ] Fall apart, and I will put you back together.
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Don't stop.
[It's all he can say. He wants to experience this with Gentaro; he wants Gentaro to throw him over this cliff of pleasure and pull him back up. Maybe because his previous experience with this was less than wonderful, he's taken by surprise by how quickly Gentaro's attentions are getting to him. Gentaro strokes him faster, and Dice's hips begin to work into the stroking. It takes less than half a minute for Dice to realize he's in trouble.
He's too far gone to do anything about it, though. Gentaro told him he could and should fall apart, so he does, spectacularly and loudly. He cries out sharply as he comes, his whole body going tense as he empties over Gentaro's hand.]
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[ His voice is rougher, lower, halfway to wrecked just from this. He's unlike any lover Gentaro's had, because simply giving without taking has never been terribly satisfying. Now, he's nearly overwhelmed by how wonderfully he responds.
Dice moves with his hand, and Gentaro marvels at how lucky he is to coax these reactions out of him. And when he comes apart, it's mesmerizing and stunning. He works him through it, kissing his neck and ears. ]
You did so well, Dice.
[ He kisses his lips, his cheeks, his forehead as he pulls his hand away. His clean hand brushes the hair out of his eyes, gazing at him with complete adoration. Now that his focus is less on bringing Dice over the edge--it's not saying much, because he's very intent on making him feel good--it's impossible to ignore how hard he is. ]
I hope that wasn't too much for you, [ he says softly, lovingly. ] If you would like to keep going, catch your breath.
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At Gentaro's priase, Dice curls into himself a bit, whining and mildly cursing. It's not fair for Gentaro to be this hot, frankly. It throws Dice for a loop, still. He's not crying, but he's a mess of emotions right now, most of them good, except the occasional moment of lamentation that Gentaro isn't his only intimate experience. How lovely it would have been to be loved like this these past few years, instead.
He wants him to keep going, even if this is uncharted territory, because he's no longer afraid Gentaro will look down on him or abandon him for the slightest error. His beloved has confirmed it over and over, in action and in words, and Dice feels like he can finally let go. As his breathing calms, he reaches to thread his fingers into Gentaro's hair.]
I didn't know it could feel like that...
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It makes him angry, too, but his expression betrays none of that. Instead, he presses kisses to his forehead, cheeks, his lips. He doesn't want to show his anger and spoil tonight. So, he focuses on Dice, on showering him in love and affection.
Just like a cat, he hums and leans into the touch. Gentaro nuzzles against his palm and traces idle patterns against his chest. ]
Mmm. Would you believe me if I said it can feel even better? [ His expression darkens; it's still gentle and affectionate, but maybe with a touch of wickedness. ] I have quite a few things I'd like to do with you.
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He can't help basking in the depth of Gentaro's affection, his cat-like curiosity and reciprocation. It's beautiful. It makes Dice feel at home. He smiles broadly, though softly, as he's still coming down from his orgasm.
Oh. But that's... tempting.]
I believe you, because it's you. [A little laugh.] You'll show me everything, won't you? Show me how to... [The blush is back.] How to do things the way you like them.
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I will, yes. You'd best be an excellent student. I'll be very thorough with your lessons, Dice.
[ He's never, ever felt like this. As he gazes down at Dice, all heat and love and fondness, he thinks, finally, this is what it's like to be truly happy. ]
We will find what you like, as well. I am hardly the type of lover to take and not give, after all.
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[But he stops himself from this entirely automatic answer. Because suddenly he's not sure that he's not sure if he'll ever like this. He's actually currently convinced that he really has been doing it entirely wrong this whole time. This, like so many other things, may well become miraculous when associated with Gentaro. And if it's possible to feel even better, well, he'll do absolutely anything Gentaro asks, wants, needs, or suggests of him.
He shakes his head, smiling.]
No. I'd like that. I want to make you happy, Gentaro, but I really wouldn't mind taking a little happiness for myself.
[He leans in to kiss him, softly at first, but with an echo of the heat Gentaro introduced him to earlier. This is bliss, and even if every day following today is the hardest training and fiercest trial Dice has ever been through, he'll still have tonight. He sighs happily against Gentaro's lips.]
No one else will ever have me.
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