IC INBOX for Prisma

[chronicgambler]

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Dice Arisugawa ⬤ Hypnosis Microphone
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[chronicgambler]

[Dice strips off his t-shirt and tosses it aside before he lays back.]

Love you, babe.

[yumenope]

( why the fuck does sentiment turn him on just as much as dice’s body???? )

Until we get the actual ink, should I simply do the feather?

( he smirks and plants one hand down beside dice’s side as his other moves around to drop the tip of the pen down near dice’s hipbone. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice is not shy about pushing his pants down a bit to give Gentaro more room to work with.]

Then I'd just have you on me. Sounds good to me.

[Cheeky.]

[yumenope]

( it does make sense. until they’re actually “officially” bound together, that a mark of each other be the representation. perhaps after they can have a true sign of unity.

he hums as he drags the tip of the pen, outlining the silhouette of the feather. )

You’re so beautiful, Dice. I hate to even leave such a mark on your skin...

[chronicgambler]

[Official or not, Dice just... especially at times like this, when he's driven to just staring and marveling at Gentaro, is a complete and utter lost cause. He wants to hold Gentaro, touch him, breathe him in. He wants to have a piece of Gentaro always with him, maybe because he's sure that this man is luck personified, one of the seven lucky gods given form and gifted to him for reasons he doesn't get and won't question. Or maybe it's because Gentaro has the softest of edge around the sharpest of tongues, a conundrum and contradiction Dice can't live without.

He watches Gentaro with a soft grin as he works.]

Hey, you're the gorgeous one.

[yumenope]

( he’s never liked compliments. when he was younger, the comments about his fair skin and hair had been barbed with anger and distaste. it’s weird to adore them now; to get drunk off the praise and admiration dice has for him. he’s retrained himself to accept it — to take everything dice has for face value.

he smiles down at the faded outline and then traces another layer, the line growing darker. )

You ought to know I’m not artist... ( he leans down to kiss dice’s abs, smooth, as the pen temporarily falls to the sheets. he’s very intent on worshiping dice’s body right now. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice calls it like he sees it. He's easy with the compliments when it comes to Gentaro because the man truly amazes him in the best ways. With many others, he's sparing and sometimes even critical. It's this close warmth that gives room for the compliments, and he really means every last one.

Dice tenses pleasantly as Gentaro sets the pen aside.]

I don't mind. Hng.

[yumenope]

( his lips begin trailing higher, towards his chest and then circles his tongue around a nipple. his hands press gently to dice’s thighs, squeezes, then presses his thumbs into the fabric to rub half circles into the muscles there. )

I’d like you to know that, ( he begins, voice slow and soft and sweet. ) I would do anything for you. Anything you asked. ( his voice drops and his mouth returns to dice’s chest, pressing butterfly kisses back down to his penned tattoo. )

Anything.