[There's a telltale glaze to Dice's eyes when Gentaro pulls on his hair again, and he lets out a soft, subdued groan in response.]
God damn, you're hot.
[His hand slides lower, pushing Gentaro's yukata open so he can see skin. Dice's other hand is at his own waist in a flash, unfastening his jeans and drawing the zipper down. Tilting his head forward, he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to Gentaro's chest.]
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God damn, you're hot.
[His hand slides lower, pushing Gentaro's yukata open so he can see skin. Dice's other hand is at his own waist in a flash, unfastening his jeans and drawing the zipper down. Tilting his head forward, he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to Gentaro's chest.]
I can't wait to make you come.