chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

Maid outfits? Hah.

[You have no idea what he thinks about maids, Gentaro.]

I'll take you like you. I don't care what you're wearing!

( what the hell....

gentaro looks surprised, caught off guard, and then ducks his head even more, his face on fire. )

I... see. ( he should know by now that this is an embarrassed stammer. )

I'm not sayin' no to anything, but I like your regular style, too. It's old school, but it makes you stand out.

[God does he know how to be anything but annoyingly straightforward?]

( dice you’re killing him. slaying him. he’s so beside himself right now. his fingers are even restlessly tracing shapes on the nape of dice’s neck because he’s so smitten. christ.

and then in the first showing of this flavor of honesty: )

It’s intended to do the opposite. Traditional clothing is very regimented and without much flair or personalization. ( it takes the self out of self expression. ) It was all my family could afford for a number of years, the remaining garments from their own families.

[Dice stops for a beat, then continues carrying him to the bathroom. Only now his steps are a little more thoughtfully paced.]

...

[Shit.]

...I'm still okay to think it looks good though, right?

Yes. Of course.

( it’d come out eventually, that many of his tendencies stem from a previous life of frugalness and bullying. but for now he merely strays his hand up into dice’s hair. )

Though I have to wonder about your jacket...

[Dice gets him to the bathroom and pushes him up against the wall so he can let him down easier. It's firm but gentle--and kind of disgusting, considering--but he sets Gentaro on his feet again.]

...what about it?

Nothing.

( but he’s quick to curl his hands into dice’s shirt, another straying down to fiddle with the belt of dice’s pants. apparently dice is no longer allowed to undress himself.

his fingers dip in his waistband some more, playfully. )

Will you let me wear it sometime? ( BOYFRIEND JACKET??? )

[Oh. Oh hell yes. Boyfriend jacket. Boyfriend jacket.

He'll let Gentaro work his clothes off all he wants, and do his part to remove the author's.]

...hell yeah. Any time.

[Hold on. He's gonna. Try something here.]

Maybe, you know... just the jacket?

[Or more of that good goddamn lace shit underneath he liked that too.]

( as is shockingly more often than not nowadays - except for earlier - they're on the same page. he'd be very delighted to wear lace under that jacket. hell, he could even get a matching set that'd go better with it and --

his fingers linger on dice's boxers. )

For you ( he begins, voice low and warm as he gently tugs down that last piece of clothing, fingertips ghosting along his inner thigh ) Anything.

( it really does shock him, too, that it isn't a lie. )

[Dice has made short work of Gentaro's clothing, too, letting the layers fall. The teasing touch has him honestly wondering if this is going to work him back up... shit, it's bad enough that he's thinking about the lace and jacket combo.

Shall he...

Be brave?]

You... [He grins.] ...Hey, maybe not a maid dress, but like... dresses in general? Skirts? Totally cool. I might leave 'em on you, though.

[Shit. Honesty is wild.]

( honestly, if he wasn't sex-addled and currently suffering from his mind being in the gutter, maybe he'd piece together what he already knows about dice and realize the maid thing for what it is.

instead, he latches onto that suggestion. his fingers, meanwhile, latch onto something quite different. )

Hmmm. ( he tilts his head to kiss dice's neck, fingers curling tight ) Yes, that can be arranged. Especially if I'm on your lap for it.

[Dice recovers quickly, okay. He's not that hazy anymore, he feels incredible actually. And alive. Very awake.

His... yeah, okay, now his dick is waking up too, good job Gentaro.

He puts a hand on the wall beside Gentaro, leaning in with a smug grin and nipping at his author's neck too.]

I like you on my lap. You look good.

( he'll never not feel a rush and a thrill whenever dice pins him against something. maybe dice's tendencies are rubbing off on him, wanting to chase that rush of endorphins, but he can't quite care. not when it's dice he ends up with at the end of the day.

he drags his hand up higher, thumb teasingly brushing over the tip just for a millisecond. )

And what about soaking wet? ( his breathing is already getting heavier, heartbeat skyrocketing. )

[Dice closes his eyes and grunts quietly at the touch. Gentaro is... so good. Better than anyone. Everything Dice didn't know he wanted.

He presses in closer, slides the last of Gentaro's clothing down to the floor, and reaches with his free hand to tip Gentaro's chin up. His face is close, but he only runs his tongue lightly over Gentaro's lips.]

Mmm... we gotta check on that.

( what a tease. there's a breathless laugh in response, gentaro's hands falling away to twine back around dice's shoulders. given his position against the wall, he wastes no time using that as leverage to hike his legs up around his boyfriend's waist - a partial leap, of both faith and exertion - so he can be held just like that. )

Lead the way, then, my messiah.

[He feels Gentaro moving and pulls him up with an arm under his backside, pressing him to the wall properly again for just a few moments.]

I gotta come up with something good to call you, too. But you're the one good at makin' pretty words.

[He kisses him, one solid, lingering swoop of a kiss, then moves to take them both to the shower.]

Stop bein' so damn hot all the time.

(there's a variety of things you could call him, dice. babe, love--

he grins against dice's mouth, very much delighted that he's still being carried. maybe it's just his thing. it feels nice lending the control to someone else. )

You don't actually want that. ( he kisses dice's jaw as he's taken to the shower, hand moving to helpfully turn on the water. )

[None of that sounds right, though. Those are... weird things you call average folks and not amazing people like Gentaro. Carrying the author into the shower, he presses him against the cold tile wall for a moment.]

You're right, I don't! I'm gonna tell the whole world about my hot boyfriend.

[He hums for a second, then grins.]

...What if I call you my star?

( it feels inexplicably nice to be pressed up against the cold of the tile. he can feel the direct contrast of dice’s warm body and the steam from the shower warming the hair. it’s an onslaught of his senses and he loves every second of it —

and even more when he hears that suggestion.

if the tips of his ears weren’t already red, they are now. he shakily laughs and skims his hands up into dice’s unruly hair, green eyes pointedly meeting his boyfriend’s. )

I’ll allow it. Though I take no responsibility for the varying degrees of suffering you’ll endure if Ramuda or that host hear you call me that. ( but by god does he??? really like that name??! )

I tend to think I’ll stick with my messiah, if you don’t mind.

[Dice might've guessed it sounded silly, but it was sincere. Gentaro is his star, the light guiding him home, his compass when he feels lost. It's all very fresh and new, but Dice is decisive about this. Gentaro is what he is.]

Yeah, well, they hear you call me that and I'll never hear the end of it, either. Or... worse, they're gonna get some kinda expectations.

( there’s far too much talking right now. he curls his arms possessively around dice’s neck with a soft chuckle. )

Don’t worry. I’ll only tell them the truth. ( that dice is his and that’s that. they don’t need to know more. he tilts his head to ghost their lips together. )

What I call you behind closed doors is entirely our business. ( it’s a ridiculously lewd half-purr. )

[Their lips touch, and the gambler lets out the softest, sweetest little sigh. He adores this man, for every reason he can think of. Nothing better ever get between them again.]

Yeah, agreed.

[Dice likes that purr, holy shit. He looks surprised, then smug.]

We gettin' clean, or what?

[Does he want more?]

( with dice, he’s never fully satisfied. it’s not a jab at the man or his performance. quite the contrary; dice is capable of making him feel so good that it’s impossible to not get hooked, to crave more. and that’s exactly what he wants right now.

who would have thought behind held close would come to be something he adored? )

Oh, we are. ( and that’s that, except... gentaro pivots his hips closer, pressing each inch of his own body to dice’s. ) Eventually.

I ain't rushing anybody.

[He presses back, grunting softly as he rolls his hips in response. Time... to take a risk. He's emboldened by their prior activities, so maybe he can be... oh, carelessly lewd?]

You know I like bein' inside you, anyway.

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