Dice knew that reaching out to grab what was fragilely hanging in the air above and between the two men wouldn’t be an easy task —— As things involving Gentaro often were. If you wanted anything from the other, you had to earn it. Be it something as simple as money or something complex like the slightest crack in the walls he built up around him.
It was always worth the work though. Anything for Gentaro.
Although the writer laughed at his confession, it didn’t seem to be paired with a rejection. Green eyes becoming… Hooded, soft voice lowering just a pinch that made Dice want to hear him say anything as long as it was only for him to hear. The elder always had Dice wrapped around his finger in a metaphorical sense —— And now his gold beads were literally wrapped around his finger. One tug and his head would shoot forward. Shoot forward and their lips would meet.
Magenta eyes dart back up to look at green ones. (How long was he staring at Gentaro’s mouth ？ ) ❝ Worth the risk ？ Anything you give me is worth the risk —— Even if we just stay friends. ❞ The writers’ words were strung together in a way that would make most think he was asking you to rethink what you just said, but the younger knew him.
Say more. Prove that he means it. ❝ The picture of you I see ？ It’s beautiful. One I loved to look at and looking has become not enough. ❞ His own voice betrays him, not coming out as proudly as he wished it would, but his eyes never waver from the others. Stern and determined look. A spark in them that only ever appears when he’s about to hit a jackpot.
❝ I want to touch and hold you. Prove to you I’m serious —— That I care for you more than you could imagine. ❞ His large hand leaves the side of Gentaro’s face to hold his hip again, thumb slowly, enticingly, rubbing back and forth. ❝ And I want to do it here and now. ❞
Gentaro couldn't help but lean into the hand while listening to Dice, before it was pulled away. Making Gentaro chase it for just a second, as he leant towards it.
He never thought that someone holding his face would ever make him that weak. Something about the size of Dice's hand, paired with how calloused it was -- it sent shivers down his spine.
Soon though, that hand found its place back on his hip and Gentaro couldn't help but grin. Dice's intention was clear as day but sadly it wasn’t going to be that easy.
"For someone that promises so much, your lack of doing anything is quite surprising." Dice's words still lingered in the back of his mind but he didn't want to think about the implications now. Would Dice even be someone befitting of the ‘boyfriend’ label? Was Gentaro? Well, none of that mattered, all he thought about was how he wanted Dice’s body against his.
And that impulse he followed, placing both his hands on the gambler's hips and pushing him close, letting out a small gasp followed by a delightful little sigh at the minimal friction.
"I’ll allow it, Dice. Let’s do it here... and that’s not a lie." saying that Gentaro let his hands wander back, behind the jacket, taking a hold of Dice's pretty ass. There were million little things Gentaro was aching to do in that moment but great things only came to the patient. So, Gentaro might as well taking in the other's reaction first, eyes watching curiously.
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