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[ It's downright indecent, the way Dice looks at him and touches him. He shivers and arches into Dice's touch, aching for more. By now, he's unbearably hard. Gentaro buries a hand in Dice's hair again, gripping on the edge of tight. ]

Mm. Then what are you waiting for? I've wanted you to touch me like this for long enough. Like I said...

[ He rolls his hips against Dice, letting out a soft moan. ]

I'm yours.

[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.]

I can't wait to make you come.

[ Oh, Gentaro could get used to this. He shivers and arches up into Dice's searching mouth as he moves to tug Dice's shirt over his head. He wants to see him--every inch of this gorgeous, incredible, oft-irritating man.

But he loves him, so very much. ]

Ah-- You're breathtaking, yourself. [ He lets out a breathless chuckle and holds onto Dice's shoulders. ] As for making me come... you'd be the first. Don't squander this chance, Dice.

[ He's teasing, because he knows Dice never would, but he's watching him very closely to see his reaction. ]

[The admission takes a moment to sink in, but when it does, Dice looks at Gentaro with wide eyes.]

Seriously?

[Not that he entertains any notion that that's deliberate considering how long they've been acquainted, but... He'd expected that someone must've turned Gentaro's head before now. But no... so Dice stares for a moment, wondering if he maybe shouldn't have been so crass.]

...I'm kinda glad. Weirdly. [Uncertainty evaporates, replaced by a grin. He hopes his shock didn't torpedo the mood.] I'm gonna make you feel so good you never look at anybody else.

[ He really is adorable. Gentaro lets out a quiet laugh and leans in to kiss him again. This time, it's soft--not without a touch of heat, of course--but lingering and filled with longing. He wonders if Dice picks up on that, but then again, Dice has always been terribly perceptive. ]

Mmm. Stroking your ego, am I? [ Another quiet laugh as Gentaro cups his cheek. ] You don't have to worry about whether or not I'll look at anyone else. You are the only one I see, Dice.

That being said... I won't object to your making me feel that good, of course. I'm in your hands.

[He chuckles faintly.]

Keep sayin' you're mine and I'm gonna have an ego the size of Japan, okay?

[He kisses him, this time ardently and with as much joy as heat.]

I'm gonna make sure you remember this.

[He reaches low on Gentaro's torso, fingers brushing his length. It's really a test to see if Gentaro is going to go off at the slightest touch. When he doesn't, Dice pulls both of their lengths free of their respective clothing with no fanfare or prelude. He eases Gentaro flush against him with his free arm, then wraps one hand around them both at once. His hand is rough in places, but his touch is gentle, though sure.]

How's that?

I'll have to keep you in check, then.

[ His heart feels so incredibly full. Gentaro's thought about this more times than he'll ever admit, and it feels a little unreal that it's actually happening.

He's about to tell Dice that there's no way he'd ever forget this, but his fingers brush against him, and he lets out a slightly trembling sigh. It doesn't take much for Gentaro to all but melt against him, either. ]

Wonderful. [ He nuzzles against Dice's ear, sighing softly as he rolls his hips once. ] And for you?

[Dice smiles, turning his head to nuzzle near Gentaro's ear in return.]

Like a dream.

[He kisses there at the very edge of Gentaro's lobe, then offers a warm hum, confidential and soft suddenly. From there, he rocks his own hips up, keeping their lengths aligned. He sets up a slow, languid rhythm, more than willing to savor this and draw it out.]

Yeah... just like that.

[ Gentaro's fairly sure Dice doesn't know what that does to his heart. He shudders and moves with him, not satisfied with taking and not giving in kind. He tugs at Dice's hair, lips brushing against his ear as he moans softly. ]

Dice, [ he breathes, hot against his ear. He very much wants to rile Dice up as much as he can, so he adds, right into his ear as he tugs at his hair-- ]

You feel incredible. Even better than I've thought about so many times.

[The hair tugging is guaranteed to break Dice, that's for sure. There's just something about the fact that it's Gentaro doing it that makes it a thousand times better than he ever thought it could be. And add to that one practically purring voice in his ear, and Dice can't exactly contain himself. His hips buck slightly, and he laughs, low and hoarse.]

Yeah, well... this ain't even half of what I can do.

[He releases his own cock and solely holds Gentaro's, finally getting a solid, smooth grip on it. He strokes him carefully, just the way he likes it on himself, head ducked against Gentaro's shoulder in between those disarming tugs at his hair.]

D'you wanna ride me? Can't tell you how long I've wanted that. Just... you an' me, real close.

Yes, [ Gentaro says immediately, hips jerking in Dice's grip. He doesn't care that he sounds impatient or overly eager, because really, he is. The way he sounds, the way he touches and strokes him and buries his face in his shoulder--it's almost too much and not enough, all at once. He knows Dice has to be feeling the same way, too.

He fits a hand beneath Dice's chin, lifting his head so he can kiss him. Lightly, he nips at his bottom lip, then pulls away and touches their foreheads together. ]

Take me to the bedroom.

[Dice doesn't need to be told twice. He savors the touch of Gentaro's forehead to his for just a moment, arms wrapping around him to hold him close, intimately, like a lover and not a conquest. But then he's scooping him up into his arms and carrying him, legs wrapped around Dice's hips, to the bedroom.

When they arrive, Dice sits down on the edge of the bed, letting Gentaro get settled on his lap. They can decide things like how to do this in a moment, once Dice gets out of his system the following:]

...I'm not just messin' around. You know that, right? I actually...

[ As Dice carries him, he runs his fingers through his hair, again and again. He wonders if Dice can feel how fast and hard his heart beats in his chest. He wonders if it's really wise, to let Dice in like this when so much could go wrong.

Gentaro decides he's had enough of thinking entirely too much. After all, life is desire, and what he wants most is... ]

Mm. I'm not messing around, either. [ He cups Dice's face in both hands, looking intently into his beautiful eyes. ] I've wanted this, and you, for a very long time. It won't be an isolated incident.

[ A pause, and then-- ]

How could it be, when I love you?

Fuck.

[It's breathless, like Dice just ran a marathon and can't spare another function to survive, like he's been punched in the stomach and left lying on the ground.

To be loved.

How long has he wanted that...

No.

He can't admit that. Not here. Not with his dick out and Gentaro on his lap and his entire life coming to a weird peak that he never expected all because he woke up and watched Gentaro write.

Not when he loves him, too. Fiercely, ferociously, vastly.]

Never gonna let you regret sayin' that.

[He smiles, soft and brilliant and maybe... maybe a little afraid.]

Guess this ain't half bad for a first love, right? Two idiots like us.

[ He sees that hint of fear... but Gentaro understands. He's spent so, so long by himself, unwilling to open up and let himself care about anyone else. But Dice--he'd taken hammer to those walls and chipped away until Gentaro couldn't help but let him in. Dice is so earnest, so honest, so loyal and loving. It's overwhelming sometimes, but Gentaro can handle it.

He lets out a breath and kisses his forehead, then his cheeks, then his lips once more. Then, quietly, he huffs. ]

I should be offended that you're calling me an idiot. [ Yet, he hums and kisses him again, soft and sweet. ] ... But I suppose you're not entirely wrong. How long have we been pining over each other?

[ He's teasing, but there's an undeniable truth to it. His expression softens, becomes more vulnerable. It's tempting to look away, but Gentaro finds he, perhaps, wants to be more honest with Dice. ]

I couldn't imagine a better person to fall for.

Yeah, well. Hope you keep fallin'. I can't be the only lovesick dumbass in the room.

[He is thoroughly and utterly disarmed now, the memory of those kisses to his cheeks and forehead making his heart pound even harder than all the other stuff they've been getting up to today.]

I like to wake up in the mornin' and watch you work. I just stare and stare and wonder if you know how fuckin' incredible you are.

[A grin.]

Then I pretend I'm asleep so you won't quit lookin' so soft.

[ Gentaro huffs, gently flicking his nose. Must Dice call him out like this, again and again? Truly, he is being perceived, and it is terrible.

... A lie, of course. It's different, but Dice doesn't make him feel like he has to be anything but himself. ]

Hmm, perhaps I shall have to glare at you as you sleep. You know, it is unfair that you manage to look so beautiful when you're not even awake. That isn't even mentioning how your shirt has a habit of trying to escape while you sleep.

[ He kisses him and rocks against him, breath catching softly. ]

We have a quick remedy for that. You shall simply have to sleep shirtless next to me, every night.

[Being seen isn't the worst, and Dice will break Gentaro of wanting to hide from him with a wrecking ball of enthusiasm and bold honesty.

Dice makes the softest, most disarmed sound against Gentaro's lips as their hips meet again. He wants all the rest of this clothing off, frankly, so excuse him while he tries.]

Every night? Even Lady Luck ain't ever given me that good a deal.

[He's getting the jeans off even gracelessly, but one stronger-than-it-has-any-right-to-be arm holds Gentaro firmly even now.]

I'm gonna make sure your eyes never leave me.

[ Dice really is a wonder; Gentaro wants to wrap himself up in that warmth and enthusiasm and never leave. And if he gets to hear those beautiful sounds, well... that's a bonus.

Gentaro shivers against him, then lets out a soft laugh and presses his palms against Dice's cheeks. He's beautiful, unfairly so, and Gentaro finds himself not wanting to hide how openly he admires him. ]

Mmm. I'd like to see you try. You seem very confident, at least.

[ He slides his hands up, up into his hair, and tugs gently. He rocks his hips, breath hitching. ]

Do your worst, then.

[With his clothing flung uselessly aside, Dice pulls Gentaro against his body firmly and rocks his hips up and forward. The sound he makes at the hands in his hair is rough and louder than before as his eyes flutter closed.]

Fuck, Gentaro... you're so hot. I wasn't ready for you to be this hot! [Breathlessly:] You gonna make me beg for it?

[ It's actually very adorable how he's reacting. Gentaro feels his heart squeeze pleasantly, feels himself fall just a little more at Dice's earnest sweetness. If he weren't so worked up, Gentaro would be able to appreciate it a bit more.

He groans and kisses him, fiercely and borderline desperately. ]

I might. [ He cards his fingers through Dice's hair, pausing for a moment. God, but he's so hard, a touch breathless. ] Or perhaps I'll let you pin me down and have your way with me.

[The way Dice kisses back is just as desperate, just as full of anticipation as it is admiration.

He doesn't have to be told. Everything about what Gentaro just said is that sidestepping sort of honesty Gentaro is going to have to be coaxed out of. But for once, for just this one time, Dice reads between the lines. Or... well, more like it was the only push of suggestion he needed.

He half stands again, turns, and lays Gentaro back on the bed mostly gently. But then his hands are on Gentaro's waist and hips again, a leg pinning one of his, his lips keeping his dear writer thoroughly occupied.]

I can't wait for maybe. I want you.

[And his lips travel down until he's kissing and biting at Gentaro's neck.]

[ He yields to him easily, allowing Dice to maneuver him; it's not like he has any experience, anyway. And-- he trusts Dice. He knows he'd never hurt him, and even if it were unintentional, it would be devastating. Gentaro kisses him and slides his arms around his neck, his breathing erratic and heavy.

Dice's honesty is so effortless, but it makes Gentaro's heart do embarrassing things. As his lips move down to his neck, Gentaro lets out a moan. He feels like he's burning up, his face hot from the brilliant color across his cheeks. ]

Then take me, [ he breathes, dragging his nails along his back. One more thing, though-- ] In the nightstand... you'll find what we need in there.

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