chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

( don’t do this to him, dice. don’t make him realize how awkwardly jealous and possessive he can be. while he trusts dice immensely, it still makes his skin crawl remembering the overall tendencies and ways of this place. he’s never exactly had anything to be protective over in his life. it’s hard to understand how to process these feelings. )

I... see.

( gentaro your awkward pause is much more obvious than you think it is? his hand restlessly twists and lets a stray piece of hair go, trying to think of a plausible topic change. )

[He hears that pause and suspects the source. Maybe he shouldn't've said that. He thought it was funny, because he's absolutely not a host at all, and doesn't want to be, and besides that he doesn't have eyes for anybody else...]

Anyway, work's boring. I'm goin' to one of the shops near here and then I'm comin' home and I'm gonna be all over you all damn night. You got any requests?

[Dice doesn't even know where to start with kinky shit, he'll admit that if pressed, but he can figure out they ought to have some kind of handcuffs there, so he'll go. Is he ready for everything else he'll see? Ah, probably not. But will it make him hornier or intimidated? That's the real question.]

( maybe a bit of both.

he’s relieved dice doesn’t call him out on it. it’s not something he dwells or thinks about often. it’s just little flairs here and there. he’s easily distracted with the natural topic change and a smile returns to his voice. )

Oh, you certainly know what I like. I trust you to make wise decisions. ... And in an expeditious manner. It’s been hours.

( since they started texting and teasing. honestly though gentaro hasn’t been in one of those shops either and he’d likely be out of breath and overwhelmed actually seeing the various equipment. )

[There's no need to call him on it. If someone else went after Gentaro with any serious effort, Dice would start a fight. He would never give his love up easily.

The store is close by, so Dice spots the sign and heads inside.]

Promise I'm comin' home soon. You nice and warmed up for me?

Certainly. I’ve almost gotten there twice.

( gentaro stop????

he is not above teasing his boyfriend after how horny he’s been all day. )

Maybe three if you don’t hurry.

[...consider Dice teased. He makes a soft, strangled sound, half at Gentaro, half at the shelves of implements, all at being suddenly reminded that he's a young, vigorous kind of guy with a sex drive. And he has tunnel vision.

Time to gamble.]

I wanna hear you while I'm out. Tell me what you're doin'. 'Course, we got all weekend and I'm gonna make the most of it.

[He spots some... restraints and heads over to them... perusing. These purple padded cuffs ought to do, right? It's that or the fuzzy red ones, and Dice thinks those look like they're for middle aged people that don't know how to fuck and enjoy it anymore.]

( is dice asking —

he’s certainly never had phone sex before. it’s an awfully bold idea and his throat grows dry. if he doesn’t die from embarrassment, he’ll marry this idiot. and it’ll be so worth it.

his hand slips down his thigh and beneath the thin fold of fabric of his robe. hesitantly, his fingers brush against the base of his dick and he bites back an audible shudder. )

Should I ( his hand shakily closes around his dick ) keep touching myself, Dice?

[He actually went for it. Holy--]

Yeah. Keep goin'. Nice and slow.

[He scoops up the cuffs and makes a bold decision to see what else there is. It'll be a quick browse, but he might come out with some choice items.]

You're hot as hell, you know that?

[Okay, he's not sure what some of this stuff is for, but... he grabs some rope and gets momentarily arrested by thoughts as he runs his fingers over a collar.

That seems to be his cue to head home.

Over to the checkout he goes, grabbing a few impulse purchases of lube. They toss in a freebie, but he doesn't stop to look at what it is.]

( if it wasn’t clear that he’d blindly do anything for dice — for better or worse, for how dumb and against his own nature that is — it should be obvious now.

dice’s voice is like silk. it stokes the fire and he shakily curls his hand tighter and jerks it up, slowly bringing himself back to semi-hardness. )

It’s not enough, you know. Just my hand like this. ( he sounds out of breath as he lets go of his dick and awkwardly bends his wrist so he can slip a finger inside himself. slowly, always slowly. )

Shi— Dice. ( he chokes on the whimper. )

I'm comin' home.

[He's outside now, walking down increasingly dark and unoccupied streets. It makes him feel bolder. Like the world other than Gentaro doesn't exist.

That sound is so delightful that Dice sucks in a quick breath and lets it out in a shaky laugh.]

Mmm... You want my mouth on you? My dick inside you?

Hm...? I need you.

( it’s a shaky pant, followed by a sharp exhale as he adds a second finger to continue stretching himself. )

Fuck me. ( it’s easy to speak so filthily when he feels slight pressure building in his stomach, the pads of his fingers brushing against the perfect spot. ) Ah... Dice.

Fuck...

[A breathy sigh. Why does it take so long to get home? He's practically power walking right now, though, not content with a leisurely stroll.]

It's not as good as havin' me, is it? When I get home, I'm gonna pin you down and fuck you while you keep askin' for more. Leave a couple of marks, too, 'cause you're mine and I don't ever wanna share.

[Walking. Is. So. Slow. Fuck this.]

( he’s trying so hard to keep it together and not get off. if he does, it’ll certainly damper the next round. his hand slows and he lets dice’s words soak into him, warming his face further. )

Nothing is better than you, have no fear.

( he inhales deeply again and the adds a third finger to ensure he’s at least stretched for later. )

Dice, please...

I just... Wanna see you right now. You sound so hot.

[It's just Dice's breathing for a few moments as he jogs the last couple of blocks, but as soon as he reaches the building he rushes to the elevator and pushes the button as fast as he can.]

Come on, come on.... I'm almost home...

( when he hears the distinct ding of the elevator, his hand falls away entirely and he collapses back into the sheets. his heart is beating out of control and he’s so close that it’s a bit dizzying, hard to breathe. he needs to cool down again. )

I love you.

( because that’s why you say when you’re pleasure-addled after hours of edging, robe thrown open, halfway off one shoulder. )

I love you, too...

[Dice is running down the hall, fumbling with keys, getting inside, rushing to the bedroom and... dropping his phone. And the nondescript bag he's holding.

Crossing to the bed, he reaches out, looking so out of place in his host club finery, and runs a reverent hand up Gentaro's exposed leg.]

Hey, babe. Sorry I'm so late.

( he always looks so damn handsome like this. then again, when dice is wearing a jacket or hoodie, he also looks so sinfully hot. it’s really unfair to the world how naturally handsome this man is. )

Welcome home.

( he smiles, sitting up, robe hanging off both shoulders as he smiles at dice, expression still heady and voice a tad breathless.

it’s not that late, anyway. he could tell a lie or spin a fun tale right now but he has limited mental capacity. )

[Smiling like he's looking at the most miraculous thing he's ever seen, Dice leans in toward Gentaro. He settles a hand on his chest, then slides it up to the side of his neck, kissing him fiercely and with every ounce of pent-up passion he's been holding on to for the last two and a half hours or so.

With his free hand, he reaches for the tie on the robe, pulling it free and pushing the cloth away so it falls in a harmless pool on Gentaro's hands.]

( the kiss is everything he wanted and more. he easily melts into it and smiles, eyes shutting and body happily leaning up into dice’s touch. )

Remarkable how you never stop feeling so good.

( it’s not surprising or remarkable because gentaro knows exactly why — he’s so smitten and in love that dice could probably kiss his temple and he’d flush. it’s a weird sort of feeling, having dice cause so many chain reactions in him with just words or a look or a text.

his hand comes out to play with the hem of dice’s jacket. ) Sit.

[Dice immediately slides to a seated position on the edge of the bed, hand finding its way into Gentaro's hair.]

You're always so fuckin' amazing. How did I get this lucky? For real.

[But, turning a bit more serious--if by serious one means staring directly at Gentaro with a heated earnestness--he nods faintly.]

I want you to fuck me up. I made you wait, right? So you, uh... [Oh, there comes the blush.] You gotta be frustrated...

( frustrated????

gentaro thinks for a second, trying to puzzle out if dice wants to be punished. his gaze sweeps over him for a long moment before he smirks. his fingers curl into the front of his shirt and he cants his head to the side to whisper near his ear. )

Why don’t you lay down like a good boy, then? After that, maybe you can cuff me to the bed. How does that sound? ( it’s a purr, and it’s all bravado; he hasn’t dared to be this openly explorative before. not on purpose. )

[Holy shit. Okay. That's hotter than anticipated. Dice grins haphazardly, then shucks off his admittedly fancy coat before moving to lay down beside Gentaro.]

You know I, uh... I saw something at the shop...

Such as...?

( his fingers move idly along dice’s chest, teasing along the buttons but never undoing them. he sits up more, not quite standing yet, blunt nails just moving to glide up dice’s neck and along his jaw. he’s so fucking handsome it’s hard to resist just riding him instantly. )

[His cheeks turn a bit pink. How does he... Hmm. For a moment, he just watches Gentaro touch him.]

...Mm... It's like, uh... A collar?

( 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.

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