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IC INBOX for Prisma

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Dice Arisugawa ⬤ Hypnosis Microphone
residential district ⬤ TBA
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

u for real?

[If he hadn't stopped running, Dice may not have ever caught up. He might've slid back into shadows of his own making, wrapped up as just as much of an enigma as the secretive author. He'd have waited forever.

He never fucking has to wait again.

That's not what he's thinking about, though. This is a contest now, a gamble, and he's betting on a goddamn win. If he tells Gentaro how he sees him, what the guy is to him, then maybe he'll understand. The rap drives words in to the bone, slams down barrier Gentaro has up, and Dice doesn't give two fucks if that's what he came for; it's what he's getting.

He hooks an arm around Gentaro's hips, puling their bodies flush even with layers of fabric in between. Two-toned eyes are locked on Gentaro, a wild look on Dice's face, a grin of a man who wants to die like this, to live like this, to feel every single thing in creation all at once. And Gentaro does that to him. God, it's filth, it's perfect, it's what he needs, and he grunts low as he simply presses against Gentaro. No friction, no satisfaction from anything but words, but god does he want to feel it when this guy goes off anyway. The tension low in Dice's body is almost unbearable already, and his mind is fuzzy from the lyrics and flow. It's hot, hotter than the fucking sun.

A second, a beat, and his mic is back at his lips, a low, sensual sound, somehow the opposite of Gentaro's words, metaphor the author probably didn't think this guy could build. He wants to caress him, bring him around slowly, then devastate him. So he does. He builds up the intensity for a moment with beauty and heat, then flips a fucking switch and throws down just as dirty, just as raw, what he wants to do to him, things he'd never admit outside of rap or this, this, this.

His body tenses and twitches slightly as he tries to catch his breath, sweat forming on his brow, too. He's gonna come with another round of this, he's absolutely sure.

Orange you glad I didn't say banana.]

( it’s terrifying to think that in his entire time here, dice had continually been the only person he wanted. while others were convenient, dice had been the one that gentaro saw himself finally opening up to; someone that had showed how protective he could be and how little fucks he gave about the past. if dice hadn’t wanted him, there wouldn’t have been anyone else. just dice, always dice.

sentimental thoughts aren’t great when you’re rapping and sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, achingly hard and mind drenched in need. thinking that dice is his muse, is the perfect complement to him, is the thing he wants to see each and every night and morning isn’t paired well with sweaty hair and palms and bruising lips.

but he indulges in it, allowing dice’s words to flood him. they cause him to arch, bending like a bow, body pressing hard against dice’s, down against dice, into dice. it’s intoxicatingly consuming and he trembles at the suggestions in dice’s rhyme.

he barely has the power to raise his own mic, which he knows will be the last time because the words cause him to spill over the edge. his rap is a direct response to dice, the sort of moan that always follows dice’s heavy touch. there’s no metaphor in this one, either, just honest want, desire, lo—

he finds himself coming undone with his last words, body having ground down on dice’s lap perfectly to tip him over the edge and into an orgasm. apparently it’s possible.

for the record, those last words include:

there is nothing better,
steal me away forever )

I am!
Come and eat all the food you can only dream of!

♥

( that’s it. that’s the text. )

💜

[He did it fam.]

💚 A hypothetical, if you will.

💜💜

what's up?

💚💚💚

You take care of Cat almost half the time. And you don’t have a key to my place.

💜💚💜💚

i like cat it's nbd

🌟 💜💚

Wouldn’t it be easier if you had a key?

( he’s trying so hard. )

✨✨✨🎇

probably

[Dice is so stupid.]

( WHY IS THIS SO HARD. )

Unless...

🏡 🐈 ♂ ♂

❓

( oh god. OH GOD. ABORT THIS MISSION. PLAY IT COOL. UM. )

Nothing, nothing. I’ll be back in a bit. No need to feed Cat, she’s already had her dinner. Don’t let her fool you.

( oKAY BYE. )