chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

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.

Y-yeah...?

[He cannot honestly believe he came out with it and said it just like that, but he's been practically on fire for hours. Gentaro is the hottest thing he's ever known in his life.

He strains up toward Gentaro's lips, seeking a kiss. But whether or not he'll get it is up to the author.]

( he’ll allow the kiss this time. he’s been dying for it all night. he takes that kiss, deepens it, lives for it. makes it them, him. theirs. )

Yes. ( a nip to dice’s lips. ) After all, I have to ensure that no one gets the wrong idea with you working at that place.

'm always gonna come home to you.

[But holy shit that is... hot. He'd be Gentaro's in every way if the author just asked. Or. Just. Did it.

He mumbles words into a second kiss, just as deep, just as needy. Honestly, if this isn't Gentaro utterly claiming him, he doesn't know what is.]

What do you think about a collar of bruises?

( he’s not even joking, his mind heady with desire and with thoughts of how pretty dice would be with a necklace of marks from gentaro’s lips and teeth. it’s utterly maddening and he plunges into a third kiss, needy. )

After all, coming home to me just isn’t enough.

Sounds amazing...

[Dice is gone, not as teased and tormented as Gentaro, but absolutely captivated and glad. He's going to fall all over himself. Gentaro's going to fuck him up just enough that he'll snap back. He knows it.]

I don't want a person in this whole place to not know I'm yours.

( again, it’s such a weird emotion. to trust someone completely but then still feel stupidly jealous that they are likely being doted on by strangers. gentaro isn’t used to it one bit, this kind of possessive anxiety, but he’s working through it and dice is thankfully such a lovely and patient outlet.

he hums and latches his lips and then teeth along his throat, beginning that necklace of bruises. )

Now how do we fuck to make these hours of waiting worth it.... ( RUTHLESS. )

[Dice's eyes are squarely on Gentaro, and his heart and body are owned and kept safe. This love has given him a kind of integrity he lacked. He never needed it before. It was always a burden, but with Gentaro, it's a privilege.

With a low grunt, he tips his chin up, letting Gentaro work.]

Whatever you want. You want me to fuck you up, say the word. You want to get off fast, I'm here for it.

[Not that Dice thinks he himself will get off fast. He's feeling... ambitious?]

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