( gentaro isn’t focused on the rush of chroma. no, he’s much more focused on the little specks in dice’s eyes and the way his bangs fall beautifully on his face. )
Pay for the tab. I have to give you your present, after all. It has a curfew~
My present? You mean the way you woke me up this mornin' wasn't it? Damn, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
[He pulls back slowly, hesitant to move away from the warmth of the chroma they're generating just by being themselves. One hand stays on Gentaro's leg as the other slaps Dice's phone-thing down on the bar and he taps up the money app.
He leaves a generous tip, spends chroma like he has it to spare, then slides the device back into his pocket and slips off the bar stool. A little squeeze to Gentaro's hand later, and he's tugging him along toward the door.]
[Oh no. Not that voice. The only thing hotter than that voice is Gentaro's rapping, and Dice isn't begging for that just yet. He's so weak when he's drunk.]
Lemme mess you up... We don't hafta go anywhere, just you an' me. All over the apartment.
( gentaro looks down at their hands. ah yes. they had held hands the entire way back here that first day. and then sloppily madeout and proceeded to have copious sex.
a smile, and he lifts his gaze back up. )
Of course I do. You finally realized I wasn’t just messing with you.
Yeah. I'm sure I was blamin' Cordis for it, but man... figurin' out you meant shit by what you said was like wakin' up a whole new me.
[Slowly, he backs Gentaro up against the wall, resting his free hand beside his fiance's head. There's something oddly intense about the look he's giving Gentaro.]
Even if I fuck up, don't leave me, okay?
[Which is an oddly serious thing for him to say when he's leaning in to kiss Gentaro's neck.]
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a deep breath. his legs may have restlessly shifted, and no one can blame him that they shifted more open. )
Why are we still here, then, Dai-su?
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'cause I haven't paid the damn tab yet.
[A sigh.]
Fuck, I love the way you say my name. Makes me wanna...
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Pay for the tab. I have to give you your present, after all. It has a curfew~
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[He pulls back slowly, hesitant to move away from the warmth of the chroma they're generating just by being themselves. One hand stays on Gentaro's leg as the other slaps Dice's phone-thing down on the bar and he taps up the money app.
He leaves a generous tip, spends chroma like he has it to spare, then slides the device back into his pocket and slips off the bar stool. A little squeeze to Gentaro's hand later, and he's tugging him along toward the door.]
What kinda present's got a deadline, though?
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( as they walk, gentaro leans in to whisper warmly into dice’s ear so no one else possibly hears. )
The kind that has a timer and will start uncontrollably jostling about until a certain remote stops it. Even in public.
( yes he’s talking about a vibrator. no, he isn’t serious. )
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Is he kidding? Is he serious? Dice can't read that to save his life, fuck.]
...That's hot as hell.
[Once he can move again, he pushes Gentaro back up against the wall of the building.]
You're into that kinda stuff?
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I— was joking, of course. I had no idea how long we’d be there or the level of coherency I’d find you in.
( interesting. he hasn’t denied being into it or any other part of it. )
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Dice's face falls a bit, and he looks down and away with a mild curse.]
Some things don't change, huh? Even on my birthday you're messin' with me!
[Then he looks back at Gentaro.]
I want you to know, though... anything you're into, I'm into it. You just say the word and we'll try it.
[Grin.]
You wanna get some of the stuff out tonight? Might actually make it home before I start in on you, that way.
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( gentaro smirks, his confidence slowly returning. a hand lifts out and lightly curls a finger under dice’s chin to tip it up. )
Do you want to make a mess of me?
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You know it.
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I wasn’t lying about having one. It’s just not on my person at the moment.
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Lemme mess you up... We don't hafta go anywhere, just you an' me. All over the apartment.
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( he tilts his head to brush their noses together. he’s happy. so perfectly happy with him.
his hand dips down to tangle their fingers together. )
Let’s go home.
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[Dice sways a little as he pulls back, but the warmth coursing between their joined hands makes him feel steadier than he actually is.
It doesn't take long for them to get home despite Dice's state, and he's quick to pull Gentaro close the second the door is locked.]
Hey, remember the first day I was here?
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a smile, and he lifts his gaze back up. )
Of course I do. You finally realized I wasn’t just messing with you.
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[Slowly, he backs Gentaro up against the wall, resting his free hand beside his fiance's head. There's something oddly intense about the look he's giving Gentaro.]
Even if I fuck up, don't leave me, okay?
[Which is an oddly serious thing for him to say when he's leaning in to kiss Gentaro's neck.]
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( gentaro’s eyes fall shut, his head tipping back against the wall to give dice more room to work. every single touch is like fire.
his free hand goes up into dice’s hair. )
Don’t you have it figured out by now? I only want you. No one and nothing else will suffice.
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[Dice is drunk.
He's still going at Gentaro's neck like a teenager though.]