no subject

( there’s a rush of excitement that crescendos. a lump forms in his throat and it’s so very hard to swallow suddenly. think. breathe. focus. he can do this. that kiss to his wrist is like fire and his eyes fall to half-mast.

dice hasn’t even gotten to the best part, the thief’s bold and daring proclamation of his forever stake in the fallen king. god this is — something.

there’s an airy laugh and a cockiness that’s bleeds out of gentaro suddenly: )

“Quite sharp. Incessant talking bores me. You, however...”

( he lets the tips of his fingers twist and then curl, pressing down to dice’s bottom lip with a heady amount of pressure. ) “Are far from boring.”