( hearing dice say it is probably the most attractive thing he’s ever heard, or will ever hear, in his life. it’s warm and rough and everything that encompasses them. that look in dice’s eyes cause gentaro’s hands to still. he stares back, utterly entranced, just holding on loosely to the thin fabric of dice’s shirt.
there’s a twist of a smile as gentaro eases back half an inch to shrug off his own jacket, leaving just his buttoned shirt. a hand reaches up to snake free the necklace and then he’s settling right up against dice’s chest against, fingers at his buttons. )
Show me. ( but by god does he already know, already thinks he knows, how it feels to be loved. )
[Maybe there will be a dozen or a hundred or a thousand more moments like this in their lives, and maybe someday this will be effortless and automatic, but for now Dice willfully channels his focus and energy. He'll make sure Gentaro knows he's loved.
He slides a hand along Gentaro's collar and down over the necklace, fingers tracing the star he gave him only a few days ago. To think that when this month started, he didn't know where he stood. He feared the worst, whether boredom or apathy or distaste. And now? Now he's pulling Gentaro over to the nest of a bed, in full view of the windows. They'll go back to their weird little home after this, to their normal lives and habits. Tonight, Dice is a gentleman. He eases Gentaro down, then reaches for his belt and fly to help remove the lower half of his clothing.]
( how could he look away? dice has broken the apathy that’s clung to gentaro for so long. all the broken trust, all the misuses of muses and questionable decisions he’s made before meeting dice and ramuda, it all seems inconsequential now. he was dead then, true walking specter. now, he feels full of life, of hope and energy and a lot of feelings he only penned for others.
he relaxes back into the pillows, hair lightly falling down onto his shoulders. he hasn’t had it cut in over a month and while it’s not long, the longer pieces do touch his shoulders now and make him look even gentler.
his hands come out to trace up dice’s legs, starting at his kneecaps and ending at the bunching fabric dice has been working down. a mischievous smile flickers there for a second as he tips his head forward, taking advantage of the angle, pressing a fleeting kiss through dice’s boxers before he settles back into the pillows once again to remove his own shirt once and for all. )
[He watches Gentaro's every move, every tiny thing about him clung to like a man enraptured, like someone who's met the saint he prayed to for years. Dice? He's no messiah. He doesn't think so, anyway. But something out there--lady luck? A good deed done in a past life?--let them come to understand each other enough to end up here.
He kneels, pants and shirt discarded, down to only his boxers, and runs his hands over Gentaro's chest and stomach. There's a gentleness and a heat in the touch, reverent and soft, and he leans down to follow his fingers with his lips.]
( he feels like a fool for ever thinking that this man didn’t care about him, for him. it’s so obvious now. they match in rhythm, in fever, a push and a pull that’s so beautiful and effortless. it’s as if he was made to love him, as cliche as he knows the thought is because he’s critiqued it in works or fiction before. but it’s a feeling, it’s what’s in his soul, and no one can critique that, can they? this is their secret, their language. )
I like your hair this way. ( gentaro’s hand shifts up to gently brush along dice’s hair, following the direction of the gel. ) But I’ll equally enjoy making a complete mess of it.
( because gentaro never shuts up when he’s feeling something so intensely. he’s already half hard from everything and maybe before he’d be embarrassed by it but dice is far too attractive, too handsome and good for his own good. )
[He says it with a grin, looking up at his lover, his Gentaro. They are a match, unparalleled, unique in characters and theme, but no less abundantly caring for it.
Tonight, he'll map every part of Gentaro with fingers and lips, make him into art as exquisite as his own lyrics. There's none of Dice's usual forcefulness in this, and all a sort of gentle, calmly paced slow burn that's going to stoke to an inferno eventually. Just... not yet. If there's such a thing as the cliche of "making love", he's going to do it tonight, here, where they're away from everything and there's nothing to stop him or tempt him away. He feels like Gentaro has opened a door, and he's waltzing through before he's stopped, before the "lie" greets him again.
He loves him. It makes sense. They make sense.
His lips coast over Gentaro's half hard cock, a graceful sweep as he heads lower, bending one of the author's legs at the knee. He glances lips over his knee, too, the inside of his thigh, everything he can reach without backing all the way out from between those gorgeous legs. How did he never notice how good they were before now?
He'd faintly like them wrapped around his shoulders...]
( it’s not a lie that gentaro greatly enjoys the rush and thrill of dice’s usual pace. dice’s touch is commanding, consuming, and it’s hard to ever think of other times he’s been so grounded in a moment and preferred his reality to fiction.
truth be told, he wonders sometimes if this isn’t a work of fiction. how did he get something so perfect? he’d never been allowed anything remotely like this in his life, his own choices and decisions partly to blame.
all of that is far out of his mind as his chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. goosebumps appear on the skin dice kisses, little freckles down along his thighs usually not too visible much more apparent in this leisurely pace.
he stares up at the ceiling, the sight of dice between his legs making him restless and want to ruin this by thrusting forward. )
Fuck. ( again, he’s not one to swear too often but those lips on his thigh make him tremble and he sucks in a shaky breath, hips lifting off the bed just a bit. ) A tease now, are you...?
[He has never loved a word more than he loves the word "fuck" right now. If he can make Gentaro love reality more than fiction, it'll be a miracle. But if he can make him want to create, inspire him, show him he's stellar, he'll be a happy man indeed.
This isn't perfect. It won't be, can't be. But tonight, they can live the lie together that it is, and he doesn't have a care in the world.]
I'm not teasing. I'm takin' my time. If I work you up nice and slow, you'll sing just a little sweeter, right? Heh...
[He glances up before mouthing at Gentaro's cock again, sighing contentedly through his nose. How long can he dance him close to the edge tonight?]
( while gentaro is mostly a patient man, this is the one facet of himself that he can hardly contain himself. dice makes him feel like fireworks, like his blood and skin is an electric current, raging and buzzing and alive.
so what if it isn’t perfect? perfect is boring. so long as they work, that’s all he can ask for. and by god do they work. they work so well that gentaro often wonders how he waited this long to fall in love with someone so wonderfully cut into grooves that fit his divets so well.
he’s so hard already. torture. sweet torture. )
We’ve been verbally working each other up all night, Dice. ( it’s been foreplay for so many hours. )
[He's hard, and Dice is living for it. His lips and tongue work over Gentaro's dick, soft and gentle, yes, a tease. He feels warm from his head to his toes, despite the cold outside, and he's not sure he's ever felt this at peace.
Dice may be younger than Gentaro, but he still feels like this was worth wading through a shitty last few years for. To get to meet Gentaro, to know him, to love him. To be this lucky. To have his mouth on him, to pleasure him and make him say his name like it's meant to live on those lips.]
If I said I wanted to do this nice and slow, would you get mad? I just wanna enjoy it... You, I mean. Every bit of you.
( he finally has the man he loves in a cozy villa with a cat that’s more like him than he cares to admit. he has dice, going down on him, previously in a god damn suit. who would have known that dice could be so flawlessly handsome when he wanted to be? genuinely, dice was always handsome, just a rougher and unpolished sort of handsome. this was — different, but nice.
he gets it, though. wanting to savor the moment, see if they can just keep pushing it and making it last for hours. )
Not at all. ( but he does have a minor suggestion, his hand moving to skim his boyfriend’s jaw. the boy that loves him. ) Though, if I’m not allowed to work you up as well, I may get restless. ( his hand drops and curls against dice’s side encouragingly. ) Can we make that work, Daisu?
[He doesn't want to stop making Gentaro squirm, really, working him slowly, slowly up to an edge they can fall off together. Maybe it's something like romance, to Dice, this one-sided attention, this devotion. He's all about it tonight.]
But if you really wanna, I'll let you. Can't say no to your anything on me.
[He never focused on anything the way he focuses on Gentaro, on the way their lives are coming together and they're being afforded a chance in a place where status and former status and circumstances of birth and war and power have no hold on them. He has potential here he didn't have at home. He has so much overflowing affection that he can act on, that still often confuses him but drives him forward.
And Gentaro always, always surprises Dice. He's never felt more alive than when Gentaro looks at him, or touches him, or does any number of ordinary things that never mattered when stuff was on the line. Now the only thing on the line is happiness, and he'll take that.
Gentaro touches him now, and Dice glances up, though he holds the look when there's eye contact. It actually takes a distracted moment for that comment to sink in and go directly to Dice's dick. Of course hearing his lover say something like that does something to him. He's not at all naturally a people pleaser. He's a hedonist at his core, and the world is nothing but a huge opportunity to go for broke. But... god. If he could sit here for hours working Gentaro's cock with his mouth and be told things like that, he'd fucking do it. He knows that now, quite suddenly.
Still holding his gaze, he runs his tongue up the heated length, lapping at the tip with enthusiasm and more than a touch of pure lewdness.]
( if they hadn’t been dating, perhaps he wouldn’t have ventured so out of his experience and admittedly comfort-zone. the practiced and tried and true had always been his strong suit; it was easier to excel and not be disappointed, at others or himself. this was something different entirely. dice could have laughed at him, and maybe that would have irritated him or bothered him in the past, but now that fear is inconsequential. it’d be a laugh they could share and gentaro wouldn’t rebuild walls around his own vulnerable soul.
but dice likes it. he wonders then, too, if dice could have ever admitted to that if they weren’t together, in love. maybe he would — he seems to like to encourage things that add to sex, but. well.
a smile forms on his lips, small and genuine. his head tips back, a shaky sigh escaping him as he stares up at the ceiling of the villa. at least he has enough stamina nowadays to not completely come apart from teasing. what a long road it’s been. )
Is that so...? ( his hand twines a bit harder in dice’s hair. ) You're doing an admirable job already, I must say. As if ( a small and shaky hitch of his breath. ) you were born to please me. ( ok this is out of control but sure. )
[If Dice were to be asked about things like kinks and "additions", he wouldn't have a real opinion. But he's a sucker for thrills, always has been, always will be, and he'll try anything once, especially with Gentaro.
He can't help the small, strangled gasp that hand and those words wrench out of him. Gentaro is beautiful, his love, his best friend, his partner in crime. Gentaro makes everything more vibrant, and life really seems to be more than Dice ever imagined it could be before. The guy could tell Dice to do something absurd and lately Dice wouldn't even question it. He just... wants to exist at his side.
He works his lips and tongue against the curve of Gentaro's hip as he wraps a solid, loving hand around his cock. He's about to try to edge the fuck out of him, even if he doesn't actually know what that is.]
Mmm... yeah. Might've been. [He laps at the head again, then briefly takes Gentaro between his lips and works him over with his tongue, teasing. Then off he goes, simply holding him.] I can't help it. I'm just some guy with nothin', without you. I want to make sure you know how much I want you... and need you...
[He starts stroking him slowly.] I'm just a king without a kingdom, right? You gave me that. And I'm gonna make sure you don't ever wonder if my place is with you now. 'Cause it is. I want... [Another lick--bless his oral fixation.] ...to make you happy. I wanna make you come so hard and so many times you forget everything but me. I wanna make you feel like we're the only two people in this whole world, and you're just as much made for me as I am for you.
[...Really who knew Dice could go off like that??]
if he hadn’t already told dice he was in love with him, he’d have rushed to say it now. the words would have spilled from his lips like water, gushing, no strings attached and without a single lie to his name or person. exposed, that’s what this is, how he feels. each sentiment, each loving phrase is accented with a stroke or lick and he feels pressure building but never becoming too much or if he’s on the brink of orgasm. it’s — mind-blowing. )
Fuck, Dice... ( that’s all he can sharply inhale, his mind reeling and chest aching at dice’s words. if he had had any doubt earlier that dice was confused and may not love him, it’s gone. it’s so far gone because no one says shit like this without meaning it, not even a liar.
his hips lift just a bit off the nest they’ve made for themselves, his fingers clawing at dice’s and the blankets. deep breaths. he isn’t going to rush this. but he needs to return fire somehow. )
Getting existential on me, now? ( a shaky chuckle as he drops his voice to a trembling purr, if such a thing exists. ) My loving, pretty King knows exactly what to say, to do... ( he’s breathing so fucking hard ) A true master of his craft. ( he glances down at dice between his legs and the breathing gets even harder. ) Do you like the view from down there, Dice? Do you like the — ( a tremble ) you can feel every single quake?
[Every phrase is like a stroke of Gentaro's hand, the caress of his mouth. The words work their way over and into his heart and his stomach and he reaches down to discard his boxers too, because he's already ready to move this forward.
But no. He'll persist at what he's doing, and make Gentaro glad he chose to take a chance. That he showed up where Dice was hungry after he arrived. That he returned the kiss that started everything. That he came to his senses and gave Dice another chance to prove his worth and his devotion, something he'll work at every day until they're no longer together. He is the brightest star in a sky so full of things unimaginable; for Dice, he's the only one that matters.
His very existence has come to inspire awe in the gambler, his body makes Dice think of music, his words could bring Dice to his knees. Where before he was sure the teasing was just to annoy him, now he craves it, wants to hear every last one of Gentaro's wild stories. He'll show them to the world.
Every reaction gives him life, and Dice looks into those gorgeous eyes without a hint of anything but pure, abundant, heated love.
Another lick, languid, before he answers.]
I've never seen anything as beautiful as you. I like to watch you fall apart. You know I do. You make it look so good, and I can't help doin' it over and over some nights. 's different now, though.
[He moves up Gentaro's body, careful to always have something brushing against his cock, careful not to stop that momentum. But his hand slips away for a moment when they're eye level with each other... Only to return as Dice brings his own cock up against Gentaro's. He strokes them both slowly, together, hand half around them both but with a little movement of his hips, he thinks Gentaro will get it.]
Now you know I love you. And I know you're gonna think about that all night. You're gonna know that everything I'm doing is because I want the best things for you, all the time. But you know I'll get on my knees if you tell me to.
( it’s funny how it’s different and yet... not. how he always knew how deeply he cared for dice and how he willingly plunged himself into dice’s mouth, his arms, his bed, relationship and now love. surely a declaration and clearing of the air shouldn’t change too much?
but it does. that little fear that dice is going to snap out of this and realize after a few weeks he isn’t a “dating” guy and just wants some fun and friends seems to be dissolving. no, the things that are coming from dice’s mouth are heated and devoted and —
a shaky gasp leaves gentaro. it’s followed quickly by an almost melodic sigh as he tries to keep eye contact but ends up tipping his head more into the pillow.
his hips move up to aid, the friction amazing and sending jolts of pleasure through him but never enough to bring him over the edge. he figure that’s the point )
Dice... ( that one word holds so much love, so many promises and he wants to be able to act on those, every single one, one day. but for now this is perfect. they’re perfect. ) Do you... know just how many times I’d be doing this, alone, thinking of you? ( oh here he goes, go off i guess. ) Amazing how... much better you are at it. You’re ruining me forever. ( for anyone else, even himself. and he doesn’t sound like he’s upset over it. maybe — happy, if that upturned grin and moan are any indication. )
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there’s a twist of a smile as gentaro eases back half an inch to shrug off his own jacket, leaving just his buttoned shirt. a hand reaches up to snake free the necklace and then he’s settling right up against dice’s chest against, fingers at his buttons. )
Show me. ( but by god does he already know, already thinks he knows, how it feels to be loved. )
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He slides a hand along Gentaro's collar and down over the necklace, fingers tracing the star he gave him only a few days ago. To think that when this month started, he didn't know where he stood. He feared the worst, whether boredom or apathy or distaste. And now? Now he's pulling Gentaro over to the nest of a bed, in full view of the windows. They'll go back to their weird little home after this, to their normal lives and habits. Tonight, Dice is a gentleman. He eases Gentaro down, then reaches for his belt and fly to help remove the lower half of his clothing.]
Don't look away for even a second.
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he relaxes back into the pillows, hair lightly falling down onto his shoulders. he hasn’t had it cut in over a month and while it’s not long, the longer pieces do touch his shoulders now and make him look even gentler.
his hands come out to trace up dice’s legs, starting at his kneecaps and ending at the bunching fabric dice has been working down. a mischievous smile flickers there for a second as he tips his head forward, taking advantage of the angle, pressing a fleeting kiss through dice’s boxers before he settles back into the pillows once again to remove his own shirt once and for all. )
My pretty messiah.
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He kneels, pants and shirt discarded, down to only his boxers, and runs his hands over Gentaro's chest and stomach. There's a gentleness and a heat in the touch, reverent and soft, and he leans down to follow his fingers with his lips.]
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I like your hair this way. ( gentaro’s hand shifts up to gently brush along dice’s hair, following the direction of the gel. ) But I’ll equally enjoy making a complete mess of it.
( because gentaro never shuts up when he’s feeling something so intensely. he’s already half hard from everything and maybe before he’d be embarrassed by it but dice is far too attractive, too handsome and good for his own good. )
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[He says it with a grin, looking up at his lover, his Gentaro. They are a match, unparalleled, unique in characters and theme, but no less abundantly caring for it.
Tonight, he'll map every part of Gentaro with fingers and lips, make him into art as exquisite as his own lyrics. There's none of Dice's usual forcefulness in this, and all a sort of gentle, calmly paced slow burn that's going to stoke to an inferno eventually. Just... not yet. If there's such a thing as the cliche of "making love", he's going to do it tonight, here, where they're away from everything and there's nothing to stop him or tempt him away. He feels like Gentaro has opened a door, and he's waltzing through before he's stopped, before the "lie" greets him again.
He loves him. It makes sense. They make sense.
His lips coast over Gentaro's half hard cock, a graceful sweep as he heads lower, bending one of the author's legs at the knee. He glances lips over his knee, too, the inside of his thigh, everything he can reach without backing all the way out from between those gorgeous legs. How did he never notice how good they were before now?
He'd faintly like them wrapped around his shoulders...]
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truth be told, he wonders sometimes if this isn’t a work of fiction. how did he get something so perfect? he’d never been allowed anything remotely like this in his life, his own choices and decisions partly to blame.
all of that is far out of his mind as his chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. goosebumps appear on the skin dice kisses, little freckles down along his thighs usually not too visible much more apparent in this leisurely pace.
he stares up at the ceiling, the sight of dice between his legs making him restless and want to ruin this by thrusting forward. )
Fuck. ( again, he’s not one to swear too often but those lips on his thigh make him tremble and he sucks in a shaky breath, hips lifting off the bed just a bit. ) A tease now, are you...?
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This isn't perfect. It won't be, can't be. But tonight, they can live the lie together that it is, and he doesn't have a care in the world.]
I'm not teasing. I'm takin' my time. If I work you up nice and slow, you'll sing just a little sweeter, right? Heh...
[He glances up before mouthing at Gentaro's cock again, sighing contentedly through his nose. How long can he dance him close to the edge tonight?]
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so what if it isn’t perfect? perfect is boring. so long as they work, that’s all he can ask for. and by god do they work. they work so well that gentaro often wonders how he waited this long to fall in love with someone so wonderfully cut into grooves that fit his divets so well.
he’s so hard already. torture. sweet torture. )
We’ve been verbally working each other up all night, Dice. ( it’s been foreplay for so many hours. )
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[He's hard, and Dice is living for it. His lips and tongue work over Gentaro's dick, soft and gentle, yes, a tease. He feels warm from his head to his toes, despite the cold outside, and he's not sure he's ever felt this at peace.
Dice may be younger than Gentaro, but he still feels like this was worth wading through a shitty last few years for. To get to meet Gentaro, to know him, to love him. To be this lucky. To have his mouth on him, to pleasure him and make him say his name like it's meant to live on those lips.]
If I said I wanted to do this nice and slow, would you get mad? I just wanna enjoy it... You, I mean. Every bit of you.
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he gets it, though. wanting to savor the moment, see if they can just keep pushing it and making it last for hours. )
Not at all. ( but he does have a minor suggestion, his hand moving to skim his boyfriend’s jaw. the boy that loves him. ) Though, if I’m not allowed to work you up as well, I may get restless. ( his hand drops and curls against dice’s side encouragingly. ) Can we make that work, Daisu?
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[He doesn't want to stop making Gentaro squirm, really, working him slowly, slowly up to an edge they can fall off together. Maybe it's something like romance, to Dice, this one-sided attention, this devotion. He's all about it tonight.]
But if you really wanna, I'll let you. Can't say no to your anything on me.
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How best to rile up my gambling messiah, I wonder...
( he feigns a thoughtful little look as he drags his fingers back up dice’s jaw to his hair where they settle. and tap. so pensively. )
Perhaps I should start with praising him for his attentiveness and being so good with his mouth. ( oKAY )
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And Gentaro always, always surprises Dice. He's never felt more alive than when Gentaro looks at him, or touches him, or does any number of ordinary things that never mattered when stuff was on the line. Now the only thing on the line is happiness, and he'll take that.
Gentaro touches him now, and Dice glances up, though he holds the look when there's eye contact. It actually takes a distracted moment for that comment to sink in and go directly to Dice's dick. Of course hearing his lover say something like that does something to him. He's not at all naturally a people pleaser. He's a hedonist at his core, and the world is nothing but a huge opportunity to go for broke. But... god. If he could sit here for hours working Gentaro's cock with his mouth and be told things like that, he'd fucking do it. He knows that now, quite suddenly.
Still holding his gaze, he runs his tongue up the heated length, lapping at the tip with enthusiasm and more than a touch of pure lewdness.]
...that worked. Keep goin'.
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but dice likes it. he wonders then, too, if dice could have ever admitted to that if they weren’t together, in love. maybe he would — he seems to like to encourage things that add to sex, but. well.
a smile forms on his lips, small and genuine. his head tips back, a shaky sigh escaping him as he stares up at the ceiling of the villa. at least he has enough stamina nowadays to not completely come apart from teasing. what a long road it’s been. )
Is that so...? ( his hand twines a bit harder in dice’s hair. ) You're doing an admirable job already, I must say. As if ( a small and shaky hitch of his breath. ) you were born to please me. ( ok this is out of control but sure. )
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He can't help the small, strangled gasp that hand and those words wrench out of him. Gentaro is beautiful, his love, his best friend, his partner in crime. Gentaro makes everything more vibrant, and life really seems to be more than Dice ever imagined it could be before. The guy could tell Dice to do something absurd and lately Dice wouldn't even question it. He just... wants to exist at his side.
He works his lips and tongue against the curve of Gentaro's hip as he wraps a solid, loving hand around his cock. He's about to try to edge the fuck out of him, even if he doesn't actually know what that is.]
Mmm... yeah. Might've been. [He laps at the head again, then briefly takes Gentaro between his lips and works him over with his tongue, teasing. Then off he goes, simply holding him.] I can't help it. I'm just some guy with nothin', without you. I want to make sure you know how much I want you... and need you...
[He starts stroking him slowly.] I'm just a king without a kingdom, right? You gave me that. And I'm gonna make sure you don't ever wonder if my place is with you now. 'Cause it is. I want... [Another lick--bless his oral fixation.] ...to make you happy. I wanna make you come so hard and so many times you forget everything but me. I wanna make you feel like we're the only two people in this whole world, and you're just as much made for me as I am for you.
[...Really who knew Dice could go off like that??]
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if he hadn’t already told dice he was in love with him, he’d have rushed to say it now. the words would have spilled from his lips like water, gushing, no strings attached and without a single lie to his name or person. exposed, that’s what this is, how he feels. each sentiment, each loving phrase is accented with a stroke or lick and he feels pressure building but never becoming too much or if he’s on the brink of orgasm. it’s — mind-blowing. )
Fuck, Dice... ( that’s all he can sharply inhale, his mind reeling and chest aching at dice’s words. if he had had any doubt earlier that dice was confused and may not love him, it’s gone. it’s so far gone because no one says shit like this without meaning it, not even a liar.
his hips lift just a bit off the nest they’ve made for themselves, his fingers clawing at dice’s and the blankets. deep breaths. he isn’t going to rush this. but he needs to return fire somehow. )
Getting existential on me, now? ( a shaky chuckle as he drops his voice to a trembling purr, if such a thing exists. ) My loving, pretty King knows exactly what to say, to do... ( he’s breathing so fucking hard ) A true master of his craft. ( he glances down at dice between his legs and the breathing gets even harder. ) Do you like the view from down there, Dice? Do you like the — ( a tremble ) you can feel every single quake?
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But no. He'll persist at what he's doing, and make Gentaro glad he chose to take a chance. That he showed up where Dice was hungry after he arrived. That he returned the kiss that started everything. That he came to his senses and gave Dice another chance to prove his worth and his devotion, something he'll work at every day until they're no longer together. He is the brightest star in a sky so full of things unimaginable; for Dice, he's the only one that matters.
His very existence has come to inspire awe in the gambler, his body makes Dice think of music, his words could bring Dice to his knees. Where before he was sure the teasing was just to annoy him, now he craves it, wants to hear every last one of Gentaro's wild stories. He'll show them to the world.
Every reaction gives him life, and Dice looks into those gorgeous eyes without a hint of anything but pure, abundant, heated love.
Another lick, languid, before he answers.]
I've never seen anything as beautiful as you. I like to watch you fall apart. You know I do. You make it look so good, and I can't help doin' it over and over some nights. 's different now, though.
[He moves up Gentaro's body, careful to always have something brushing against his cock, careful not to stop that momentum. But his hand slips away for a moment when they're eye level with each other... Only to return as Dice brings his own cock up against Gentaro's. He strokes them both slowly, together, hand half around them both but with a little movement of his hips, he thinks Gentaro will get it.]
Now you know I love you. And I know you're gonna think about that all night. You're gonna know that everything I'm doing is because I want the best things for you, all the time. But you know I'll get on my knees if you tell me to.
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but it does. that little fear that dice is going to snap out of this and realize after a few weeks he isn’t a “dating” guy and just wants some fun and friends seems to be dissolving. no, the things that are coming from dice’s mouth are heated and devoted and —
a shaky gasp leaves gentaro. it’s followed quickly by an almost melodic sigh as he tries to keep eye contact but ends up tipping his head more into the pillow.
his hips move up to aid, the friction amazing and sending jolts of pleasure through him but never enough to bring him over the edge. he figure that’s the point )
Dice... ( that one word holds so much love, so many promises and he wants to be able to act on those, every single one, one day. but for now this is perfect. they’re perfect. ) Do you... know just how many times I’d be doing this, alone, thinking of you? ( oh here he goes, go off i guess. ) Amazing how... much better you are at it. You’re ruining me forever. ( for anyone else, even himself. and he doesn’t sound like he’s upset over it. maybe — happy, if that upturned grin and moan are any indication. )