IC INBOX for Prisma

[chronicgambler]

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[yumenope]

( is he suggesting — oh. )

Really? ( it comes out more surprised than he means it to. mindful of that, he dips forward, over dice, bending beautifully so he can hover, their faces close together. )

I suppose every good boy needs a collar.

[chronicgambler]

Y-yeah...?

[He cannot honestly believe he came out with it and said it just like that, but he's been practically on fire for hours. Gentaro is the hottest thing he's ever known in his life.

He strains up toward Gentaro's lips, seeking a kiss. But whether or not he'll get it is up to the author.]

[yumenope]

( he’ll allow the kiss this time. he’s been dying for it all night. he takes that kiss, deepens it, lives for it. makes it them, him. theirs. )

Yes. ( a nip to dice’s lips. ) After all, I have to ensure that no one gets the wrong idea with you working at that place.

[chronicgambler]

'm always gonna come home to you.

[But holy shit that is... hot. He'd be Gentaro's in every way if the author just asked. Or. Just. Did it.

He mumbles words into a second kiss, just as deep, just as needy. Honestly, if this isn't Gentaro utterly claiming him, he doesn't know what is.]

[yumenope]

What do you think about a collar of bruises?

( he’s not even joking, his mind heady with desire and with thoughts of how pretty dice would be with a necklace of marks from gentaro’s lips and teeth. it’s utterly maddening and he plunges into a third kiss, needy. )

After all, coming home to me just isn’t enough.

[chronicgambler]

Sounds amazing...

[Dice is gone, not as teased and tormented as Gentaro, but absolutely captivated and glad. He's going to fall all over himself. Gentaro's going to fuck him up just enough that he'll snap back. He knows it.]

I don't want a person in this whole place to not know I'm yours.

[yumenope]

( again, it’s such a weird emotion. to trust someone completely but then still feel stupidly jealous that they are likely being doted on by strangers. gentaro isn’t used to it one bit, this kind of possessive anxiety, but he’s working through it and dice is thankfully such a lovely and patient outlet.

he hums and latches his lips and then teeth along his throat, beginning that necklace of bruises. )

Now how do we fuck to make these hours of waiting worth it.... ( RUTHLESS. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice's eyes are squarely on Gentaro, and his heart and body are owned and kept safe. This love has given him a kind of integrity he lacked. He never needed it before. It was always a burden, but with Gentaro, it's a privilege.

With a low grunt, he tips his chin up, letting Gentaro work.]

Whatever you want. You want me to fuck you up, say the word. You want to get off fast, I'm here for it.

[Not that Dice thinks he himself will get off fast. He's feeling... ambitious?]