[There's a still foreign tenderness between them when they're like this. Dice doesn't know what to do with it other than chase it, to tip his head a little and give Gentaro ample room to explore.
The mic drops to the couch. Dice's heart leaps into his throat. He chokes on the sentiment, grinning, eyes closed.]
Good. We gotta do that again sometime. 'S hot as hell.
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The mic drops to the couch. Dice's heart leaps into his throat. He chokes on the sentiment, grinning, eyes closed.]
Good. We gotta do that again sometime. 'S hot as hell.