chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

[Dice just grins, broad and happy beyond anything he can honestly describe. He doesn't always feel like he deserves Gentaro, like maybe the author is going to wake up one day and realize he made a grave mistake in loving someone as unpredictable and wild as he is. But beneath the gambler, the risk-taker, there's always been a Dice who cares, who encourages others and bolsters them. He's the anchor for a reason. Even if he doesn't quite understand the extent of his own love, and how broadly and freely and deeply he gives it, he still knows there's something there. He suspects he's a diamond in the rough these days, if only because Fling Posse gave him purpose and Gentaro gave him the whole fucking world.

He's eager to go read more. The fallen king in the story has just met the thief and the scientist, and their threads have only just come together. Dice won't anticipate or try to guess the ending, even if Stella is ingrained in his heart. He's enjoying everything Gentaro wrote... for him.]

It'll knock me over, I bet! You wanna sit with me while I read? It's still early, and I don't work tonight.

Of course.

( there’s a twist of a smile at the suggestion. it’s been a long day for gentaro and the idea of watching dice read, sitting up with him? god it’s so — simple and comforting. he never thought he’d have that.

he easily steps back and then reaches for dice’s hand, intertwining their fingers. )

Grab the manuscript and meet me in bed. You can read it there as I write.

( and play with dice’s hair as he reads. )

["Of course." Just like that, and Dice feels a weird, spacey lightness take him for a moment. Of course Gentaro just wants to exist next to him? They're getting so comfortable that he wonders why this feels like a treasure being offered.

Before he knows it, Gentaro is holding his hand, and he moves in to give him a soft, thoughtful kiss.]

Yeah. Won't take me a sec. I'm gonna change, too.

[Please, he's about to read shirtless in bed with his head on Gentaro's shoulder, or maybe eventually his chest or his lap. It's so stupidly domestic it ought to make him rethink his life, but... no. It feels like a dream. He lives for these little things.]

( please, his lap is the most domestic. he’ll gladly allow it. while dice grabs the manuscript, gentaro sheds his layers. he goes down to boxers and slips a thin bathrobe on as he grabs his book and pen from the kitchen.

it’s — new. having somebody around when he writes, as he unwinds. it’s nice to have dice idly kiss him or. ....

either way, he gets into bed, on the covers, and sits up against the headboard as he thumbs open his notebook. )

[Dice gets down to his own boxers and some loose sleep pants before climbing into bed beside Gentaro, the manuscript tucked under his arm. It's probably the most carefully kept item Dice has had in his possession in years. There's a ribbon being used as a bookmark, and he scoots closer to Gentaro as he opens the pages and slides the ribbon out. He offers Gentaro a quick kiss on the temple then, comfortably nestled against his author, he starts reading.

He must be a delight, because he reacts to everything. If something shocking happens, there's a little "ah!" If it's funny, he laughs. A few times he nudges Gentaro and points out a passage, asking for clarification on imagery or a term he doesn't know. Eventually, though, he gets so engrossed in it that he stops reacting. He leans forward slightly, deeply invested in the text, and eventually leans back against the pillows with a soft huff, staring up at the ceiling.

He definitely just got to the, ahem, part about the bandit and the king hooking up. The lead up is dangerous and full of action mixed with beautiful words and intense emotions, where the bandit had been hiding his feelings and finally let them overflow. It hits Dice hard to see someone who he's definitely picturing with Gentaro's face having strong, plainly stated emotions. For him to be so raw and real when he's so used to keeping everyone at a distance must've been hard on the guy, Dice thinks, always full of empathy for the characters.

Maybe the scene faded to black, so to speak, but Dice's imagination is leaping and he's thinking about this way too much.]

( gentaro is absently writing poetry. he doesn’t do it often — he’d rather rap, when he’s in the moment and feeling the flow. poetry has always alluded him.

but this? this is flowing so well, as if dice is his muse. maybe dice really is his muse. god, he wouldn’t be upset if that was the case. he’s been writing so much since dice arrived and they’ve been dating.

his hand absently finds a home in dice’s hair as he reads. he’s grown quiet so gentaro can’t help but try and peek at where he’s at. his nails idly scrape along dice’s scalp, in lazy half circles. )

[It's very obvious where Dice is, because somehow Gentaro so cleverly planned this that the final line of the fade is all alone at the top of the page. Dice hasn't managed to read what comes after yet.

He glances over to Gentaro and looks rather serious.]

So the bandit king, he's a little like you. How much of this part is, uh...?

[Gentaro, Dice is attempting to ask about your kinks. Take the bait, or...? He can't really fathom Gentaro laying that information out for everyone to see, but at the same time unless they know Gentaro and Fling Posse the way Dice does, they'd hardly be able to catch on that the characters are meant to come from a similar source. The thief is so distinctive, as is the fallen king. They're nothing like the people who "play" them in Stella, but there are tokens of truth here and there. The fallen king likes small animals and is kind to children; the bandit is often sullen when no one can see him--it's all small things. But the chemistry in that scene is so much like the first time they hooked up that Dice's brain went places; so evocative was Gentaro's writing that he couldn't not throw himself into that scene and desperately want to be in the king's place.]

Hm?

( he feigns not knowing where dice is that. those fingers in dice’s hair curl, twine the hair around, and he peeks at the page again to confirm. ah, yes. just as planned. his heartbeat picks up, an excited thrill rushing through him, and he allows a tiny but mischievous smile to overtake him. )

Who’s to say? ( rude. gentaro is to say. he ought to know. dice didn’t even finish his sentence but gentaro can fill in the blanks — it’s easy when it comes to dice. maybe that’s what dating does to you. )

You’re far more handsome than that king... ousama. ( CONFIRMED!!!??? )

[Dice looks at Gentaro for several moments, mind working... Then he calmly puts the book on his nightstand and turns back to Gentaro.

If Gentaro thinks so... he'll make that thought worth having. He takes one of Gentaro's hands after a moment, and for the first time since elementary school, Dice taps into some long-forgotten acting skill.

He looks at Gentaro as he raises the hand near his face, turns it over, and presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist.]

"I know you didn't bring me here to talk. Maybe you don't object to my lips doing other work?"

( 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.”

"If I'm so interesting, I assume you'll consider a request?"

[Dice can't help it. He's so deep in the world Gentaro has crafted that he doesn't want to leave. But damn if that wasn't the hottest shit he'd ever seen implied.

His head moves forward to capture Gentaro's fingertips between his lips, a lingering kiss before he parts them again and takes two fingers into his mouth with a markedly lewd sweep of his tongue.

There's so much implied there, the way Dice's tongue works against the digits, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he realizes, no, he has to see everything.]

( gentaro’s face turns red almost instantly. every single part of him feels overheated, restless, like he needs dice to slam him back down into the bed, their bed, and press down on every single inch until all he can feel is dice.

he swallows again, audible. )

“I don’t usually entertain those, but you have my attention...”

( he’s certain they’re mildly botching the lines but for the most part it tracks, it really tracks, and he pushes his fingers further into dice’s mouth with a sharper look. )

[So Dice continues, tongue and lips working, until he pulls away only enough to speak, looking up at Gentaro with wickedly targeted bedroom eyes. He thinks. He isn't really that good at this, in his opinion, but if it's doing for Gentaro what Gentaro's writing did for him...]

"Then, if you will... tonight, let me see you like no one else does."

[A lewd lick of his lips.]

"Though, if you do, you may not sleep until the sun finally rises. I don't expect you to go easy on me, either. I won't object to anything. Just let me stay."

[He really hopes that works because he's pretty sure he made half of that up and he's forgotten the exact wording after entirely, but it's only a few more exchanges until they definitely fuck, or something scandalous anyway, so... he's fine.]

“Funny you think I ever sleep much, my dear King.”

( it should be absurd that he’s hard from the words and dice’s careful ministrations. it should be embarrassing how easily riled up he still is after months. rather than focus on that, he focuses on the way his soul partially ascends after the words.

dice likes his writing. dice cares. dice thinks about this a lot, him a lot. them. )

... Then stay forever.

( is he on script? off script? a reasonable doubt, a plausible deniability. even so, he thrusts his free hand down and tips dice’s chin up. )

[Dice grins at the first line, his own cheeks flushing slightly, the sight of Gentaro going with this and being like this akin to a heaven he never thought to touch.

Then Gentaro says that and tips his chin up. He doesn't have to think about the answer to this. Everything he knows in life, everything that's good, is right here.]

I will. I promise.

( he tips his head down and kisses dice, slow and lazy but deep. he isn’t sure if he’s still acting but he’s so wound up, caught up in the rush of the moment, both real and artificial. the bandit forsakes everything for his fallen king, runs away with him, lays a claim on him. he can dive deep into that fiction.

that like the king and bandit, they’re bound together forever now. that like the bandit, dice is his, unqualified, and that’s forever—

he kisses him harder, hands all over his hair, face, then neck. )

Steal me away.

I've never wanted anything more.

[He closes his eyes, basking in the affection, letting himself for once take the time to really enjoy every touch, every second of that kiss. His own hands wind into Gentaro's robe, holding him close, and he breathes in the microscopic space between kisses:]

Never, never go where I can't follow.

You’ll be at my side.

( his breathing is quick, shaky, as if he’s just run a mile. those hands feel like jolts if electricity, like new life being sent into him. he’s never been so drunk off a feeling before. )

I’m yours to do what you’d please with. ( he murmurs it against dice’s mouth, eyes heavy and partially open. ) Don’t let me fall. ( if he pretends to be the bandit he can say every terrified thought and fear. he can let the loneliness out. )

I won't. I'm always going to love you. I'll pick you up a million times.

[Dice will be strong, because he can be, because in Gentaro's arms, by his side, he's fucking invincible.

He slides an arm behind his lover and pushes him down on the bed, following suit so he's on top of him and showering his face and neck with ardent kisses.]

I was alone before you. I thought I'd die before I turned 25 and I wouldn't care. But I just... I can't now. I can't. I love you.

( to think they’d find something so perfect in a place so backwards like this. he’s long since stopped crediting moonlacing for why he feels so warm and complete and full of feeling. he had been a phantom before this and even more of one for those months without dice.

he can’t help the shaky laugh that bubbles up. that easy affection is his favorite. )

Mm... Precisely. Don’t leave this old man a widow. ( his fingers thread back into dice’s hair. safe. warm. )

I’ll gladly go toe to toe with the thief for who cares more for their star.

Gentaro...

[He presses his face to his lover's chest and breathes him in, runs trembling lips over his skin. They just... this has to be it. This has to be forever. He can't imagine anything else.

There are so many words and feelings he can't string together. His heart is light and his head is too noisy and he just needs to find one small, stupid way to get across that Gentaro changed his life.]

You feel like home.

[He swallows, then looks up.]

Like one I picked for myself, not like the one I ran away from.

( this is home. dice is his home. wherever their felines and dice are, that’s home. he has a place to belong, something that fits, that works. no masks. no facades and absurd white lies. no, in this moment it’s only truth.

he blinks down at him, and it’s a beautiful smile that blossoms. )

Then I’ll be that for you for however long you’d like.

( he runs a hand down the bumps of dice’s spine. )

Forever?

[He smiles, too, soft and sweet and endlessly devoted. This man is his end game. He hopes they never leave this place. He hopes they'll always be this beautifully connected.

He pulls Gentaro's hand to his lips and kisses the fingertips again.]

I wanna do something different.

( god his heart just—

his expression is so exposed, so soft. it’s unreal. he’s never wanted so badly to keep something, someone. ever. his mind is hazy with it all, how he’s learned to trust and be open again.

he tilts his head with a smile. )

And what’s that? ( forever. he wants that. forever. )

Dunno... I keep thinkin' a dozen things at a time and all of it's just jumbled up.

[Grinning, he gracelessly lays himself on top of Gentaro, only one arm propping him up at all. His fingertips stray into Gentaro's hair, twisting and teasing just the ends.]

I just feel like this is special. Like we oughta celebrate something.

[Nothing like this could've happened to him with anyone else, he thinks.]

I feel like that every day with you, though. Like I won somethin' big every time I see you smile at me. But you wrote a whole-ass book for me, and it's good, I mean obviously, but... it's hot as hell, too? You did that for me?

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