chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

[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?

( celebrate? )

Of course I did. ( there’s a twist of a smile and he sighs loudly, dramatically. )

You ought to know that writers tend to dedicate works of theirs as a show of appreciation and love for those in their lives. While we are good with the written word, putting our own gratitude into words is difficult. A story attempts to capture that — that same delight from reading it as gratitude for making an impact on one’s life.

[Dice just stares at him for a moment, half-stupid, half-enamored, all smiles.]

I didn't do anything that special, but I'll still take it. 'cause I love you. And I'll always wanna be your king. Even if I'm pretty sure you're in charge.

Hmmm. In charge in only certain moments.

( gentaro tosses him a sly look, though it’s not entirely heated. right now, he just feels drunk off the honest vulnerability between them. his hand does climb down dice’s chest, though. )

If you were a King, what would I be? You can’t say thief, that’s copyright.

Maybe you're...

[Dice thinks for a minute, trying to come up with the most elaborate thing he can, all while his eyebrows slant in and his lips work over some ideas. A little hum, even.]

You're the King's best friend! Yeah! You keep the king's head on straight and the king never gets married because he's secretly in love with his best friend, right? They go out and do stuff in disguise so the king can get out of the castle and shit...

Oh? I encourage your bad habits? How naughty!

( gentaro, please.

he continues combing fingers through dice’s hair, his heart and shoulders so much lighter. now that he’s finally presented dice with that dedication, that glimpse into parts of his soul like never before, he feels closer for it. like this won’t break. this is something permanent between. )

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