[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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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. )