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[ Gentaro is used to helping Dice out of sticky situations. It's really no surprise when Dice texts him, asking him for help. Gentaro does what he usually does. He leaves the comfort of his home, finds Dice, and bails him out. While Gentaro might sigh about Dice following him home...
There's a reason he doesn't turn him out on the streets. A few reasons, actually. Gentaro keeps his cards close to his chest, but he's finding it a little harder to do that with Dice, especially recently. Then again... Dice makes him want to be a little more honest. It's an odd feeling but not at all unpleasant.
Still. It doesn't mean he won't tease Dice a little. Or a lot. So when they get to Gentaro's place, he lets out a far too beleaguered sigh. ]
Really, I took time out of my busy schedule to rescue you... I do have a deadline coming up. [ He does not have a deadline coming up. ] I wonder, how do you intend to make it up to me, Dice?
There's a reason he doesn't turn him out on the streets. A few reasons, actually. Gentaro keeps his cards close to his chest, but he's finding it a little harder to do that with Dice, especially recently. Then again... Dice makes him want to be a little more honest. It's an odd feeling but not at all unpleasant.
Still. It doesn't mean he won't tease Dice a little. Or a lot. So when they get to Gentaro's place, he lets out a far too beleaguered sigh. ]
Really, I took time out of my busy schedule to rescue you... I do have a deadline coming up. [ He does not have a deadline coming up. ] I wonder, how do you intend to make it up to me, Dice?
[Dice does have the unfortunate tendency to get into trouble... but it's hard to even want to learn to avoid it with buddies like Ramuda and Gentaro having his back. When you're supported by people who only give you hell in exchange for help, it's not half bad.
...especially when it comes to Gentaro, though, Dice feels a little like he's taking too much advantage of things. It's not that it bothers him. It's more like he wonders why he even bothers to ask Ramuda when half the time his answer is just laughter. Gentaro, on the other hand, never says no. He just gives Dice one hell of a trolling. But he always ends up with a comfortable place to sleep and a hell of a sight in the morning.
Maybe that's weird to think about. The fact that he likes watching Gentaro make him coffee, since the man doesn't trust him to try to make his own. That he's a little fond of seeing Gentaro when his hair is sleep-mussed and he looks slightly unkempt. He actually even likes the nights before, too, watching Gentaro write a bit before bed, or hounding him about a book he's reading that Dice wouldn't understand. He thinks the guy looks calm and peaceful doing stuff like that.
And then again, Dice, thrill seeker that he is, kind of wonders what Gentaro would look like as he frays a little, as he lets go to more than just sleep or particularly impassioned lying. He doesn't want to admit that he's thought about it, tried to imagine it.
But topics like this are safer. It's easy to forget those other thoughts when he's on his knees ready to beg to stay the night.]
Make it up to you? Y'know I'll do anything!
[Clean his bathroom! Wash the dishes! Go fetch groceries!]
...especially when it comes to Gentaro, though, Dice feels a little like he's taking too much advantage of things. It's not that it bothers him. It's more like he wonders why he even bothers to ask Ramuda when half the time his answer is just laughter. Gentaro, on the other hand, never says no. He just gives Dice one hell of a trolling. But he always ends up with a comfortable place to sleep and a hell of a sight in the morning.
Maybe that's weird to think about. The fact that he likes watching Gentaro make him coffee, since the man doesn't trust him to try to make his own. That he's a little fond of seeing Gentaro when his hair is sleep-mussed and he looks slightly unkempt. He actually even likes the nights before, too, watching Gentaro write a bit before bed, or hounding him about a book he's reading that Dice wouldn't understand. He thinks the guy looks calm and peaceful doing stuff like that.
And then again, Dice, thrill seeker that he is, kind of wonders what Gentaro would look like as he frays a little, as he lets go to more than just sleep or particularly impassioned lying. He doesn't want to admit that he's thought about it, tried to imagine it.
But topics like this are safer. It's easy to forget those other thoughts when he's on his knees ready to beg to stay the night.]
Make it up to you? Y'know I'll do anything!
[Clean his bathroom! Wash the dishes! Go fetch groceries!]
[ If it's weird, then count Gentaro in on that. Seeing Dice asleep in Gentaro's space does something to him. After all, underneath all the layers and finery, Gentaro's only human. And Dice is terribly beautiful. Gentaro is often touchy with him, flirts freely with him, and while it had at first been nothing more than playful teasing, Gentaro's quickly realized that it's all completely genuine.
He wonders if Dice has noticed. He wonders what would happen if Dice suggested that he's noticed. Honestly, Gentaro isn't sure how he'd handle that, but... there's a part of him that very much wants to find out. After all, Gentaro likes seeing Dice in the morning, and sometimes, he catches himself thinking about waking up curled against Dice. Those thoughts, that desire to cross that delicate, fragile line, are at odds with Gentaro's well-hidden fear of being left alone, of worrying that if he were to just go for it, things would change for the worse.
...
But Dice really does look lovely on his knees. Gentaro considers the other man carefully--the curve of his neck, the way his hair falls into his eyes, how Gentaro would like to sink his hands into it--
Ah. Well. Gentaro, to his credit, manages to keep his cool. What he does instead is reach out and cups a hand beneath Dice's chin. He leans in. ]
Anything? You know, Dice, that is a terribly dangerous offer to make....
He wonders if Dice has noticed. He wonders what would happen if Dice suggested that he's noticed. Honestly, Gentaro isn't sure how he'd handle that, but... there's a part of him that very much wants to find out. After all, Gentaro likes seeing Dice in the morning, and sometimes, he catches himself thinking about waking up curled against Dice. Those thoughts, that desire to cross that delicate, fragile line, are at odds with Gentaro's well-hidden fear of being left alone, of worrying that if he were to just go for it, things would change for the worse.
...
But Dice really does look lovely on his knees. Gentaro considers the other man carefully--the curve of his neck, the way his hair falls into his eyes, how Gentaro would like to sink his hands into it--
Ah. Well. Gentaro, to his credit, manages to keep his cool. What he does instead is reach out and cups a hand beneath Dice's chin. He leans in. ]
Anything? You know, Dice, that is a terribly dangerous offer to make....
[It's Gentaro's line to cross, because Dice as ever has no boundaries to speak of. He is also an open book, which shows in the way his chin obediently tilts up as his eyelids briefly flutter. His hands go lax in front of his chest for a moment, then find themselves gracelessly clasping Gentaro's hakama-like pants.
When he speaks, his voice shakes slightly, as if nervous or overly excited.]
C'mon... Don't kick me out. I like sleepin' here.
When he speaks, his voice shakes slightly, as if nervous or overly excited.]
C'mon... Don't kick me out. I like sleepin' here.
[ Oh.
Gentaro's eyes widen the slightest bit. As close as he is to Dice, he doubts it'll go unnoticed. In classic Gentaro fashion, he's overthinking things. But-- Dice's skin is warm against Gentaro's hand. The way he's grasping at Gentaro's pants feels charged, somehow. His eyelids fluttering shut--that'll be a sight that Gentaro will never be able to forget.
That shake in his voice... despite the heat that's creeping up the back of his neck, he shivers slightly. He swallows thickly. ]
Why ever would I kick you out when you're being so terribly tempting? If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me, Dice.
Gentaro's eyes widen the slightest bit. As close as he is to Dice, he doubts it'll go unnoticed. In classic Gentaro fashion, he's overthinking things. But-- Dice's skin is warm against Gentaro's hand. The way he's grasping at Gentaro's pants feels charged, somehow. His eyelids fluttering shut--that'll be a sight that Gentaro will never be able to forget.
That shake in his voice... despite the heat that's creeping up the back of his neck, he shivers slightly. He swallows thickly. ]
Why ever would I kick you out when you're being so terribly tempting? If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me, Dice.
[He's looking directly up into those eyes when they go wide, or at least one eye is peeking, because he looks like he can't decide whether to stay right where he is or run to save his own hide. He's waiting, waiting, waiting for the lie to be declared, for Gentaro to nudge him away with a flippant laugh, as usual.
When he doesn't, when what he's sure is trolling goes forward, he opens both eyes again. His tongue feels like lead for a moment, and he parts his lips to speak, looking up dumbly in silence.
When he can speak, it's rasping again. Because this is stupid and he's an idiot, because maybe part of him wants it to be true, because calling Gentaro's bluff is the only way to save face now, he gets up a little higher on his knees, and his hands only hesitate briefly before traveling up toward Gentaro's waist.]
Yeah, I mean... Maybe I am. Maybe I think you oughta... [Is it too far? ...Dice doesn't think. He acts.] ...gimme a chance.
When he doesn't, when what he's sure is trolling goes forward, he opens both eyes again. His tongue feels like lead for a moment, and he parts his lips to speak, looking up dumbly in silence.
When he can speak, it's rasping again. Because this is stupid and he's an idiot, because maybe part of him wants it to be true, because calling Gentaro's bluff is the only way to save face now, he gets up a little higher on his knees, and his hands only hesitate briefly before traveling up toward Gentaro's waist.]
Yeah, I mean... Maybe I am. Maybe I think you oughta... [Is it too far? ...Dice doesn't think. He acts.] ...gimme a chance.
[ ...
Dice really is going to be the death of him. Gentaro draws in a sharp breath to steady himself, but he's never felt so unsteady. Dice's grip on his waist keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground, even when he feels like it's about to fall out from beneath him. Gentaro knows what Dice must be thinking--that he's just pulling his leg, that he's just messing with him.
And that could not be more wrong.
Gentaro's hand moves from Dice's chin to tangle in his hair. He leans in even more, toward Dice's ear. He's so close that his lips brush against it. ]
Is that so? [ He purposely pitches his voice lower, so that it's practically a purr. ] Don't make me regret it, then.
Dice really is going to be the death of him. Gentaro draws in a sharp breath to steady himself, but he's never felt so unsteady. Dice's grip on his waist keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground, even when he feels like it's about to fall out from beneath him. Gentaro knows what Dice must be thinking--that he's just pulling his leg, that he's just messing with him.
And that could not be more wrong.
Gentaro's hand moves from Dice's chin to tangle in his hair. He leans in even more, toward Dice's ear. He's so close that his lips brush against it. ]
Is that so? [ He purposely pitches his voice lower, so that it's practically a purr. ] Don't make me regret it, then.
[Their faces are so close now, close enough that Dice thinks he could probably do something really, really stupid if he just turns his head, but Gentaro makes the first move and it's one that makes a shiver shoot through Dice's body.
That hand in his hair gets a faint whimper after a sharp inhale, his eyes closing again at the feeling of lips at his ear. This is it, he's signed his own death warrant. Gentaro's going to make him look like the biggest idiot in the world, but he doesn't care.]
You won't.
[His fingers press against Gentaro's thighs, then reach blindly for the ties of his hakama. He pulls frantically, like he's trying to hurry things along before he's stopped, and moves to unwind the ties to pull the front down. He doesn't have much experience with removing such a garment, and hell, he missed his own coming of age ceremony by virtue of having run the fuck off, so this is all theoretical in nature... but it works. Doesn't it?]
That hand in his hair gets a faint whimper after a sharp inhale, his eyes closing again at the feeling of lips at his ear. This is it, he's signed his own death warrant. Gentaro's going to make him look like the biggest idiot in the world, but he doesn't care.]
You won't.
[His fingers press against Gentaro's thighs, then reach blindly for the ties of his hakama. He pulls frantically, like he's trying to hurry things along before he's stopped, and moves to unwind the ties to pull the front down. He doesn't have much experience with removing such a garment, and hell, he missed his own coming of age ceremony by virtue of having run the fuck off, so this is all theoretical in nature... but it works. Doesn't it?]
[ It'd almost be adorable, how haphazardly Dice is trying to tug his clothes off... if Gentaro didn't have a feeling he'd know why. He's feeling terribly impatient himself, but if Dice is operating on the assumption that this is just a joke...
He gently grabs Dice's hands and pulls back slightly to look at him. ]
You should know... this is far from an act. [ His lips are dangerously close to Dice's. ] Nor is this a way to mess with you. So slow down, won't you? I would very much like to take my time enjoying you.
He gently grabs Dice's hands and pulls back slightly to look at him. ]
You should know... this is far from an act. [ His lips are dangerously close to Dice's. ] Nor is this a way to mess with you. So slow down, won't you? I would very much like to take my time enjoying you.
[That makes Dice freeze immediately. If there's no bluff to call... He's just... That is not how he usually does this, he usually just gets it over with fast because that's generally what--but Gentaro isn't just fucking with him. Gentaro wants to take his time. Gentaro wants to enjoy him?
Is this real?
His fingers slacken and curl slightly.]
So... whaddaya want from me, then?
[It's a genuine question, spoken gently and candidly, laced with confusion. Dice is just paying him back, right?]
Is this real?
His fingers slacken and curl slightly.]
So... whaddaya want from me, then?
[It's a genuine question, spoken gently and candidly, laced with confusion. Dice is just paying him back, right?]
[ He thought as much. There's something in Dice's tone, though, that reaches inside him and squeezes his heart. It really is remarkable how much Dice affects him. Gentaro isn't surprised Dice hasn't caught onto the fact that his flirting is less a way to mess with him and more earnest and genuine.
For a moment more, he's quiet. Being honest... well. It's not as difficult as he first thought. ]
I want you, of course. [ He slides his fingers between Dice's. ] But not because I want you to pay me back. Really, all that flirting I've been doing is not because I want to tease you. Even worse, each time you sleep over, you end up disheveled and half-clothed, and you expect me to not want you...
[ He sighs dramatically, even as the corners of his lips turn upward. ]
It has been torture, Dice.
For a moment more, he's quiet. Being honest... well. It's not as difficult as he first thought. ]
I want you, of course. [ He slides his fingers between Dice's. ] But not because I want you to pay me back. Really, all that flirting I've been doing is not because I want to tease you. Even worse, each time you sleep over, you end up disheveled and half-clothed, and you expect me to not want you...
[ He sighs dramatically, even as the corners of his lips turn upward. ]
It has been torture, Dice.
[Dice is silent for his own long moment, brows furrowing, eyes glancing away for a moment as he contemplates not just anyone, but Gentaro wanting him. There are fingers between his, and after that silence, he squeezes Gentaro's hands firmly.]
Look, uh...
[He makes eye contact again, and there's bold honesty there in his gaze.]
You've been hittin' on me this whole time and I just thought you were screwing around? I mean, you're hot, and you're my friend, so I'm not gonna say no... I'm just not usedta people... uh, wanting me, I guess? So if you're gonna say shit like that, you better be serious.
Look, uh...
[He makes eye contact again, and there's bold honesty there in his gaze.]
You've been hittin' on me this whole time and I just thought you were screwing around? I mean, you're hot, and you're my friend, so I'm not gonna say no... I'm just not usedta people... uh, wanting me, I guess? So if you're gonna say shit like that, you better be serious.
[ That heat that's been at the back of his neck floods his cheeks. Dice thinks he's hot, which is new to him. Sure, he puts endless effort and thought into his appearance, but hearing Dice say that...
His mouth is drier than it has been this whole time. He draws in a breath and touches his forehead to Dice's. ]
I am very serious. [ His gaze slides from Dice's when he says, ] ... It's remarkably easy to be honest with you. More than I had realized, until now.
His mouth is drier than it has been this whole time. He draws in a breath and touches his forehead to Dice's. ]
I am very serious. [ His gaze slides from Dice's when he says, ] ... It's remarkably easy to be honest with you. More than I had realized, until now.
[He feels like he knows how hard it is for Gentaro to be honest. He suspects secrets, knows Gentaro's probably suffering from things in his own way, so... he won't force anything else out of him on that front. He'll trust him to be honest with his body, instead.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Dice pulls a hand away from Gentaro's and touches the other man on the cheek briefly with callused fingertips.]
Don't hafta push yourself.
[And he stares resolutely at Gentaro's lips for a moment more before tipping his chin up to kiss him. It's chaste, but firm and sure.]
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Dice pulls a hand away from Gentaro's and touches the other man on the cheek briefly with callused fingertips.]
Don't hafta push yourself.
[And he stares resolutely at Gentaro's lips for a moment more before tipping his chin up to kiss him. It's chaste, but firm and sure.]
[ He catches Dice looking at his mouth, so it doesn't come as a surprise when he kisses Gentaro. He isn't sure what he thought it would be like, to kiss Dice, but he knows he does want more. How much he needs to feel more of Dice nearly knocks him breathless.
Gentaro's usually patient, but right now, he feels like it's understandable to be anything but. As he slides a hand into Dice's hair again and slides an arm around his neck, he presses against Dice, insistent and honest. ]
Gentaro's usually patient, but right now, he feels like it's understandable to be anything but. As he slides a hand into Dice's hair again and slides an arm around his neck, he presses against Dice, insistent and honest. ]
[Maybe it's a little awkward, the way Dice pulls himself up to stand, but he wants to be able to properly wrap his arms around Gentaro if it's going to be like this. He wants to feel that body against his, to warm Gentaro up, debts of gratitude forgotten but paid anyway.
He's the one who parts his lips first, runs a tongue over Gentaro's lower lip with a sound like a purr, his head tipping into the fingers in his hair.]
He's the one who parts his lips first, runs a tongue over Gentaro's lower lip with a sound like a purr, his head tipping into the fingers in his hair.]
[ Dice knows just how to get him worked up, or maybe he's just that desperate for him, for his touch. It's highly likely that it's both. And Gentaro isn't one to squander what he's given, so as Dice's tongue brushes over his bottom lip, he parts his lips to let him in.
He's been doing a lot of that, lately--letting Dice in, even if Dice doesn't realize the extent of it. The least he could do is give as good as he's getting, so he pushes his tongue against Dice's. He tightens his grip in Dice's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
And the sound Dice makes--it's like fingers of ice trailing down his spine with how he shivers. It's not enough, not even as Gentaro rocks his hips against Dice's and lets out a low groan. ]
He's been doing a lot of that, lately--letting Dice in, even if Dice doesn't realize the extent of it. The least he could do is give as good as he's getting, so he pushes his tongue against Dice's. He tightens his grip in Dice's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
And the sound Dice makes--it's like fingers of ice trailing down his spine with how he shivers. It's not enough, not even as Gentaro rocks his hips against Dice's and lets out a low groan. ]
[He's being held here now by the hand in his hair and Gentaro's magnetic presence. That could be Dice's biases in action, thinking Gentaro irresistible in this way, but he doesn't give one ounce of fucks. Gentaro could destroy him completely, as long as he swears he won't stop.
This feels right. Like Dice belongs under those fingers, plied by that grip and these too soft lips. If he were to walk away he'd kick himself forever. So instead he accepts that tongue against his, not fighting but rather letting his own dance along with Gentaro's.
Then the groan and the pressure and friction hit at the same time and Dice draws in a sharp breath, letting it out on a long, indulgent sound. His eyes flutter closed and stay that way now, his own hips rolling in response, their chemistry undeniable at last.]
This feels right. Like Dice belongs under those fingers, plied by that grip and these too soft lips. If he were to walk away he'd kick himself forever. So instead he accepts that tongue against his, not fighting but rather letting his own dance along with Gentaro's.
Then the groan and the pressure and friction hit at the same time and Dice draws in a sharp breath, letting it out on a long, indulgent sound. His eyes flutter closed and stay that way now, his own hips rolling in response, their chemistry undeniable at last.]
[ It's completely unfair, how delicious those sounds are. Gentaro's breath catches at Dice rocking against him. Suddenly, how many layers he's wearing are too much, but even so, it's impossible to miss how much he needs Dice, how eager he is.
He bites down on Dice's lip, then pulls away. Not too far--he can't bear to, even to tease him. Instead, he brushes his lips against Dice's, his breath hot as he murmurs, ]
Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we?
[ It feels incredible to finally be able to show Dice how much he wants him, but... there's something far more tempting about inviting Dice to his bed, about Dice's weight pressing down on him as he takes Gentaro apart, little by little. Gentaro doesn't even wait for Dice to answer before he takes him by the hand to his bedroom. Nor does he waste time staying dressed; he removes each layer carefully, and because it's Gentaro, he does take the time to fold his clothes.
He's not stalling, necessarily, but perhaps he is a bit nervous to bare himself like this. Even to Dice. ]
He bites down on Dice's lip, then pulls away. Not too far--he can't bear to, even to tease him. Instead, he brushes his lips against Dice's, his breath hot as he murmurs, ]
Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we?
[ It feels incredible to finally be able to show Dice how much he wants him, but... there's something far more tempting about inviting Dice to his bed, about Dice's weight pressing down on him as he takes Gentaro apart, little by little. Gentaro doesn't even wait for Dice to answer before he takes him by the hand to his bedroom. Nor does he waste time staying dressed; he removes each layer carefully, and because it's Gentaro, he does take the time to fold his clothes.
He's not stalling, necessarily, but perhaps he is a bit nervous to bare himself like this. Even to Dice. ]
[He doesn't even bother dwelling on the fact that this is a dream come true. He'll let himself be ruled by need and the way Gentaro looks as he leads him to the bedroom, Dice plastered to his side.]
Hell yes.
[It's not hard for a guy like Dice to express affection for the people he loves, but he doesn't usually let it go this way. No, he never does. This is a unique experience, and he's swallowing hard as Gentaro just goes right on and strips. It gives Dice a moment's pause, wondering if he's being too eager, but... also being left behind. So he quickly whips off his jacket and shirt, revealing absolutely cut abs and a toned chest, strong arms and shoulders, pants slung almost too low to be legal. Off come the belts, then his socks and jeans. He's not folding things, not really, just kind of bunching them up while he averts his eyes from Gentaro.
But when he looks back to him, god is he gorgeous, and Dice's mouth literally hangs open.]
Shit. You're... hotter naked???
Hell yes.
[It's not hard for a guy like Dice to express affection for the people he loves, but he doesn't usually let it go this way. No, he never does. This is a unique experience, and he's swallowing hard as Gentaro just goes right on and strips. It gives Dice a moment's pause, wondering if he's being too eager, but... also being left behind. So he quickly whips off his jacket and shirt, revealing absolutely cut abs and a toned chest, strong arms and shoulders, pants slung almost too low to be legal. Off come the belts, then his socks and jeans. He's not folding things, not really, just kind of bunching them up while he averts his eyes from Gentaro.
But when he looks back to him, god is he gorgeous, and Dice's mouth literally hangs open.]
Shit. You're... hotter naked???
[ Good lord. Gentaro had figured that Dice looked good--because he looks good even fully clothed--but this is... It's downright scandalous. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's staring at Dice, because seriously... who wouldn't? Gentaro isn't as unmovable or unflappable as he tries to act most of the time.
And he's definitely feeling warmer, both because of the man standing in front of him, and because of what he says. Gentaro chuckles softly and takes Dice's hand, then pulls him down alongside him on the bed. ]
I could say the same to you. [ At least Gentaro isn't committed enough to his dress that he's wearing fundoshi--just boxers. Ones that are certainly tighter than they were when he'd gone to fetch Dice. ] Why don't you show me how hot you think I am?
[ And there's a glint in his eye-- ]
Ousama.
And he's definitely feeling warmer, both because of the man standing in front of him, and because of what he says. Gentaro chuckles softly and takes Dice's hand, then pulls him down alongside him on the bed. ]
I could say the same to you. [ At least Gentaro isn't committed enough to his dress that he's wearing fundoshi--just boxers. Ones that are certainly tighter than they were when he'd gone to fetch Dice. ] Why don't you show me how hot you think I am?
[ And there's a glint in his eye-- ]
Ousama.
[Dice is an absolute mindless, useless mess of arousal at this point, but he makes the firmest eye contact with Gentaro as he joins him in bed. This... pinch him, it's gotta be a fucking dream. It can't be real.
He's already putting a hand on Gentaro's shoulder to push him down to show him, his other hand's fingers curling in the sheets, when Gentaro
says
that
and Dice's eyes go wide.
The next moment, he's pinning Gentaro to the bed, kissing him fiercely with eyes closed tight, a hand lingering in Gentaro's hair to card through it and tug at intervals that have no meaning or rhythm.
Gentaro wanted to slow down earlier and Dice has no idea how hard or fast he wants to go with this, if he even wants to get that last scrap of clothing off, but it doesn't matter. He's kissing him like it's the last time he ever will, like he's a man utterly devoted.]
He's already putting a hand on Gentaro's shoulder to push him down to show him, his other hand's fingers curling in the sheets, when Gentaro
says
that
and Dice's eyes go wide.
The next moment, he's pinning Gentaro to the bed, kissing him fiercely with eyes closed tight, a hand lingering in Gentaro's hair to card through it and tug at intervals that have no meaning or rhythm.
Gentaro wanted to slow down earlier and Dice has no idea how hard or fast he wants to go with this, if he even wants to get that last scrap of clothing off, but it doesn't matter. He's kissing him like it's the last time he ever will, like he's a man utterly devoted.]
[ He'd figured that might have an effect, but this--
Dice has shattered his expectations. It's nothing new, of course, but Gentaro couldn't be happier for it right now. Gentaro clutches at Dice, nails digging into his back as he kisses him. He kisses him like a man deprived of water, like Dice is oxygen and he's adrift in space.
Honestly, going slow is the last thing on his mind, after he'd assured Dice that this was more than just an obligation or payback. Screw going slow--he'll take whatever Dice gives him, however Dice wants to give it to him. He hooks a leg around Dice's hip and rocks against him.
His lips part under Dice's as he lets out a low moan. He won't lie--he's thought of Dice just like this, late at night when he's felt particularly frustrated with this or that, but that doesn't compare to the real deal. Gentaro deepens the kiss, rolls his hips against Dice's, and a thought cuts through the haze in his mind.
He wants Dice to devour him, completely and utterly. ]
Dice has shattered his expectations. It's nothing new, of course, but Gentaro couldn't be happier for it right now. Gentaro clutches at Dice, nails digging into his back as he kisses him. He kisses him like a man deprived of water, like Dice is oxygen and he's adrift in space.
Honestly, going slow is the last thing on his mind, after he'd assured Dice that this was more than just an obligation or payback. Screw going slow--he'll take whatever Dice gives him, however Dice wants to give it to him. He hooks a leg around Dice's hip and rocks against him.
His lips part under Dice's as he lets out a low moan. He won't lie--he's thought of Dice just like this, late at night when he's felt particularly frustrated with this or that, but that doesn't compare to the real deal. Gentaro deepens the kiss, rolls his hips against Dice's, and a thought cuts through the haze in his mind.
He wants Dice to devour him, completely and utterly. ]
[Even Dice, simple guy though he may seem to be, knows when he's the luckiest bastard in the room. And that's him right now. Every time Gentaro's hips contact his, he gasps and groans into the kiss.
He's going to tear him apart in only the sweetest ways, and he's not going to regret it. Thoughts of this possibly being for any reason other than mutual attraction and long-ignored need fly from Dice's head as he rocks his hips forward in response.
A hand delves between them, callused fingers working to memorize Gentaro's shoulders and chest, and he breaks the kiss, only to follow with surprisingly gentle, open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's neck.]
He's going to tear him apart in only the sweetest ways, and he's not going to regret it. Thoughts of this possibly being for any reason other than mutual attraction and long-ignored need fly from Dice's head as he rocks his hips forward in response.
A hand delves between them, callused fingers working to memorize Gentaro's shoulders and chest, and he breaks the kiss, only to follow with surprisingly gentle, open-mouthed kisses to Gentaro's neck.]
[ Things Gentaro has learned: His neck is particularly sensitive. He's suddenly very glad he had the foresight to move to the bed, because Dice's mouth against his neck would make it impossible to stay standing. His breath catches sharply, and he cranes his neck, craving more.
He buries a hand in Dice's hair, nails scratching against his scalp. It's impossible to hold back those gasps and moans, and he rocks his hips against Dice's. He could ruin Gentaro completely, and he'd enjoy every second of it. ]
Dice, [ he gasps out, desperate and needy. ]
He buries a hand in Dice's hair, nails scratching against his scalp. It's impossible to hold back those gasps and moans, and he rocks his hips against Dice's. He could ruin Gentaro completely, and he'd enjoy every second of it. ]
Dice, [ he gasps out, desperate and needy. ]
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