( gentaro’s hand instantly goes into dice’s hair. it’s automatic. his fingers playfully scratch at his scalp, even with the wet hair clinging. a moment passed. and then, suddenly so very close down near dice’s ear, his head tipped low: )
[Dice goes stock still, throat dry, eyes closing. He read it. He definitely read it. Dice is going to be totally impressed if Gentaro got dressed up while he was in the shower. It's enough to give him a nearly immediate hard on. Such is Dice.
Little does he know...]
Y-yeah. Looks good on you. 'Cause your skin's all nice.
( he’s been screwing with you since you got home, dice.
innocently (hah), gentaro reaches for his fiancé’s hand. he carefully guides it up into his houserobe, to feel along the lace and to find the dangling cherry pendant. )
Dice lets his hand be moved, eyes going wide at first, then closing when he reaches the little dangling cherries. A rush of an exhale, short and absolutely the only thing about Dice that is not currently on fire, follows.]
Babe.
[He runs his thumb over the pendant, looking up at his husband-to-be.]
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You wrote you liked the lace, yes?
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Little does he know...]
Y-yeah. Looks good on you. 'Cause your skin's all nice.
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( he’s been screwing with you since you got home, dice.
innocently (hah), gentaro reaches for his fiancé’s hand. he carefully guides it up into his houserobe, to feel along the lace and to find the dangling cherry pendant. )
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Dice lets his hand be moved, eyes going wide at first, then closing when he reaches the little dangling cherries. A rush of an exhale, short and absolutely the only thing about Dice that is not currently on fire, follows.]
Babe.
[He runs his thumb over the pendant, looking up at his husband-to-be.]
I love you. For every fuckin' reason ever.