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Dice Arisugawa ⬤ Hypnosis Microphone
residential district ⬤ TBA
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

[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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