( it may be the same exact moment that the idea occurs to gentaro, too. would it be physically possible to get someone off with words alone? this time, he doesn’t have the moons to blame for his shamelessly indulgent desires. then again, he stopped needing excuses roughly four days ago when he decided to stop running and start living.
dice’s verse engulfs him. like a storm, it comes in fast and hard, bartering him and if he had any walls left, they’d be gone, like a tornado destroying edifices in its wake. instead, it shines a deep warmth into every crevice of self doubt and uncertainty. dice is here and wants him and that’ll always be enough for gentaro.
apart from that emotional intimacy, the rap has his body turning to molten lava. he wants to be closer, so he moves, hooks a leg over dice and situates himself in the man’s lap. his face is a dark red, bangs already sweaty, cock hard even through all those layers.
and then he raps, something far too explicit and vulgar for any of his books or performances. this one is as raunchy as they come and completely devoid of flowery prose. dice has finally ripped free the part of him that doesn’t care what an audience thinks. he only cares what dice feels.
did you think you had escaped the fruit at last? guess again. orange. )
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dice’s verse engulfs him. like a storm, it comes in fast and hard, bartering him and if he had any walls left, they’d be gone, like a tornado destroying edifices in its wake. instead, it shines a deep warmth into every crevice of self doubt and uncertainty. dice is here and wants him and that’ll always be enough for gentaro.
apart from that emotional intimacy, the rap has his body turning to molten lava. he wants to be closer, so he moves, hooks a leg over dice and situates himself in the man’s lap. his face is a dark red, bangs already sweaty, cock hard even through all those layers.
and then he raps, something far too explicit and vulgar for any of his books or performances. this one is as raunchy as they come and completely devoid of flowery prose. dice has finally ripped free the part of him that doesn’t care what an audience thinks. he only cares what dice feels.
did you think you had escaped the fruit at last? guess again. orange. )