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Dice held the key to Gentaro’s house in his palm, staring at it as if it was holding back an answer to the questions running through his head.
It was another night of a downpour that he had gotten caught up in, and he had been close enough to Gentaro’s house already that he instinctively went there. Hiding out on the patio was keeping him dry enough, but his clothes were already soaked from the rain. He was debating on actually knocking to ask to come in and dry his clothes.
He had the key to Gentaro’s house, right? That should mean he was welcome to come over when needed, right? But the doubts in his head were swirling.
What if the key was another one of Gentaro’s lies and it was a false key. Gentaro had told him that he was welcome into the house at any time when handing him the key, but had told him that it was a lie with a wink directly after. But he had the key, so was it actually a lie?
Every time Dice thought he had broken the loop of logic and doubt in his mind, it circled back around again. He leaned back, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes and groaning in frustration. Any other time he’d just take the risk, but there was something about Gentaro that made the risk taking hard, something Dice never thought would happen to him.
Suddenly, the door behind him opened, warm light from in the inside pouring out and onto Dice, making him jump a little. He hadn’t expected to get caught out here.
Gentaro looked down quizzically at Dice, an eyebrow raised. “Why are you just sitting on the patio? You’ll catch a cold you know.”
Dice gulped and quickly hid the key in his pocket. Why did he feel like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar? Gentaro opened the door wider, beckoning him in. Inside was warm and smelled of a mix of tobacco, cinnamon, and vanilla. Dice slipped off his shoes at the entrance before being led down the hall to a bathroom.
“I’ll leave you a robe to wear while I dry your clothes,” Gentaro said, producing an extra towel from under the sink. “Just leave the towel on the extra hook when you’re done.”
Dice held back the urge to ask why Gentaro had an extra towel hook when he lived alone. He didn’t want to seem rude, not at a time where he was extremely grateful. Dice peeled his wet jeans off, relief from the gross texture of wet denim was almost a better high than gambling. Almost.
There was a nice warm bath already drawn up for him. How long had Gentaro known he was outside? How long had he actually been outside? Or was this originally meant to be Gentaro’s bath and now he was taking it over? Dice shook his head quickly. Not another spiral, he didn’t need to do this right now. He could apologize and give his thanks later.
The shampoo he found smelled of lemon and menthol, and the bodywash of sandalwood. Dice swore that Gentaro consisted of the most comforting smells on earth, and felt rather embarrassed that he was now covering himself in the scent, as if claiming to be part of Gentaro’s domestic life.
Dice wasn’t sure how long he stayed in the bath, only knew that he was starting to get cold and his muscles felt much more relaxed than usual.
Tying the robe on quickly, he peeked out into the hall to see if he could see any signs of Gentaro’s whereabouts. He couldn’t hear anything, but there seemed to be a light on down the hall.
In the small living area, Gentaro was seated on a small loveseat, his legs tucked beside him as he leaned on the armrest. He looked lost in the book he was holding, so much so that he barely noticed his glasses that were sliding down his nose were on the verge of falling off.
Without thinking, Dice leaned over and pushed the glasses back up to the bridge of the other’s nose, a much more gentle gesture than he thought himself capable of doing. Gentaro mumbled out a quick “thank you”, not seeming at all phased. He really was immersed in his story.
Dice sat down in a chair across from Gentaro, doing his best not to manspread like he usually found comfortable to do. He really wished he had a pair of back up boxers here at the least, though this wasn’t his home to impose on.
About half an hour later, Dice heard the sound of a book snapping shut. He had leaned his head back and closed his eyes to rest for a while, so he picked his head up to see Gentaro.
“Your clothes should be dry,” the author said, beckoning Dice to follow. After changing into his now dry and warm clothes, Gentaro led him to the kitchen and dining room. The rice cooker showed that it had only a few minutes left to go, while Gentaro quickly cut up some peppers and onions and put them in a pan. Dice watched him intently, trying to pretend his stomach wasn’t audible to them both. He couldn’t tell from the angle he was at, but he thought he saw Gentaro smirk after one of the rumbles.
“It’s not much, I have to get groceries tomorrow, but I trust it’ll fill you for now,” Gentaro said, placing a generous portion of rice and stir fried vegetables in front of Dice a few minutes later.
Dice dug in eagerly. He was only half surprised to know that Gentaro was a great cook, with how cozy his house felt it was only natural the food would taste welcoming too. Gentaro smiled as he watched on, eating his own bowl at a slower pace. When Dice had finished his bowl, he silently passed him a little more, which was also consumed with gusto as well.
“Uh, thanks, for the meal and everything,” Dice said after a few minutes, feeling awkward that it had taken him this long to say anything.
“Well I can’t have the neighbors complaining about a sopping wet and neglected dog on my porch, now could I?” Gentaro said with a wink as he picked up the bowls.
“Hey, now! I’m no dog!” Dice protested.
“Then why did I just hear you barking like one?”
Dice could only grumble to himself in defense. He would never win the teasing bickering they shared, and he knew that.
“Now, how shall sleeping arrangements be dealt with? I only have one bed,” Gentaro said, tapping his chin in thought. Dice couldn’t tell if he was feigning his hard thinking or not, but not wanting to take his group member’s kindness for granted, decided to play it safe.
“Well, it’s at least dry out on the porch, and I’ve slept in worse places, I can just sleep outside,” Dice said. He’d take a wood porch over hard cement paths any day of the week.
Gentaro quickly looked over at him from the side of his eye. “Now when did I say that only having one bed was a problem?”
Dice gulped, hard. “Uh, I mean, I would assume you’re not going to share your bed with me, you’ve already shared enough with me tonight, and-”
Gentaro bent over the table and placed his finger on Dice’s mouth to stop him. “It wasn’t a lie.”
Dice raised his eyebrow at the other. He didn’t know what the other was talking about, he didn’t think he had said anything that could be construed as a lie during this conversation.
“When I said you could use the key anytime. It wasn’t a lie. I said it was, but it wasn’t.”
Oh.
Oh.
Dice could only widen his eyes in response, the other one’s finger still over his mouth. There was a growing wall of tension between them, one both of them wanted to break, but were too cautious to try to.
There were now so many thoughts swirling through Dice’s head that he couldn’t even grab one to focus on, before one was done there were three more popping up over it. There was only one thought that wasn’t being covered up by the rest of the noise happening in his head:
Oh god, I have a thing for Gentaro.
Dice quickly turned his head away, trying to keep a more than obvious blush from creeping onto his face. Gentaro, however, wasn’t having it, and walked around the table to be back in front of him. Before he could turn his head away again, Gentaro lightly took his chin in his hand.
“Please spend the night,” Gentaro said softly, as if he was afraid of the words coming out of his own mouth. Or was it the possibility of them being rejected he was afraid of?
Dice was suddenly keenly aware of how underdressed Gentaro seemed to be. He was used to seeing Gentaro in outfits of multiple layers, so many that you couldn’t tell his actual physique underneath them all. However, now he was in front of Dice, unbearably close even, and all he wore was a light, olive green house robe and, presumably, his underwear. The fact he had a lean physique, with more muscle to him than Dice would’ve guessed for someone who barely exercised, was clear and on show in front of him.
There was no hiding the blush that adorned Dice’s face now, it felt like his cheeks were on fire. His eyes were now transfixed on Gentaro’s, and while it had only been mere seconds since Gentaro had asked, it really felt like it had been an hour.
“O-okay,” Dice stammered out. He didn’t want to turn down Gentaro, and this time it wasn’t out of fear of seeming rude. Whatever had stopped him from taking risks before seemed to melt away as Gentaro gave a warm, but still rather coy, smile. And that was it. He had to at least try.
He leaned forward quickly, pressing his own mouth to Gentaro’s. He was met with no resistance, but instead reciprocation, just as wanting as Dice was. It was almost as if everything tonight, including the weather, had been specifically set up to make this happen. Not every variable for the situation could be controlled like that, not by them, but fate had its own plans.
Gentaro’s fingers quickly wove themselves into the hair at the back of Dice’s neck. Dice didn’t know when his hands had attached themselves to Gentaro’s hips, but noticing they were there he gripped them firmly, pulling them slightly closer to him.
Gentaro was the first to pull away, slightly panting. Dice let out a whine, mourning the loss of the softness pressing against his own mouth. Gentaro let out a low chuckle.
“There, there, precious Daisu~” Gentaro teased, leaning to whisper into Dice’s ear. “Don’t we have a bed to share?”
With that Dice seemed to finally break out of his shy haze pressing his mouth to Gentaro’s once more and hoisting him up with easy compliance. Gentaro wrapped his legs around Dice’s waist and circled his arms around his neck, helping to hold himself up while he and Dice explored each other’s mouths.
Dice didn’t need to be told the direction to the bedroom, he just started walking them there, dropping them both to the bed as soon as they got there, Gentaro underneath him. Now that they were situated more comfortably, Dice started to let his kisses wander down Gentaro’s neck, leaving some marks at the base along his collarbone.
Gentaro was doing all he could to stay focused, wanting to still have some control over what he started. He had waited so long for this, pining for his teammate for months now, and now that he had it he couldn’t help himself from just sinking into the feeling of it all.
Suddenly Dice stopped, his wide and excited eyes meeting Gentaro’s, however the rest of his face conveyed a sense of worry rather than excitement. “This isn’t all one of your lies, right?”
Gentaro resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the other. “From the noises I’ve been making into your mouth, would you think that this is a lie?”
Before Dice could doubt himself any further, Gentaro pulled his face back up to his own to plant a gentle kiss on the other’s mouth. Dice melted into it once again.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time,” Dice said once they had parted again. His hands were still on Gentaro’s hips, thumbs rubbing lazy circles across where bony met softness.
“Only kiss?” Gentaro asked. The prominent bulge he had felt pressing up against him as he had been walked to his bed wasn’t something he was going to forget about. The only reply he got out of Dice was a blush and averted gaze, which prompted a smirk out of the author.
Still feeling a bit cheeky about the situation, Gentaro flipped them so that he was straddling Dice while Dice was now the one pinned underneath. He heard no protest from the gambler, just felt the grip on his waist tighten even more.
“You know, I’ve thought about more than just kissing for a while now, too,” Gentaro said, trailing his hands down Dice’s chest and to his waist where the knot of the robe was. His hands made quick work of the knot, opening the robe to present Dice to him like an opened present. Dice moved to also remove Gentaro’s robe, however his hand was swatted away with a quick tut .
“Patience, my Daisu~” Gentaro said coyly. He had no plans for this to be quick, not when he had been waiting to do this for so long. Dice couldn’t help but let out a whimper, he had wanted this for so long too that waiting any longer felt like torture.
Gentaro did a gentle sweep of his hands over Dice’s torso, making sure to go slowly and gently over his nipples and make teasing patterns along his hips and lower stomach. He leaned down to once again kiss Dice, both of their tongues dancing together in unison while he slipped his hand into the boxers of the overeager man below him.
Whether from pleasure, the coldness of Gentaro’s soft hands, or both, Gentaro couldn’t be certain, but he still relished in the moan that Dice let out into the kiss after the contact. As they broke apart from the kiss to catch their breaths, Gentaro smirked upon hearing Dice let out a moan that sounded very much like aw, fuck .
Gentaro stroked his fingers along Dice’s shaft, teasing the other by pulling his hand just before touching the tip and then repeating it again. He was sure that Dice wouldn’t have the patience for this to go on very long, but wanted to tease him as much as he could, to push the other one over the edge to the point where he would make Gentaro unable to even think about being in control anymore. A circumstance Gentaro had often craved and imagined over the past couple of months.
More whimpers and moans escaped Dice’s lips as Gentaro worked his hand around his cock, Dice rutting his hips up every once in a while to seek more friction only for Gentaro to push them back down and pin them in place for a few seconds before letting go. Dice was on the verge of snapping and taking over, but there was a part of him that wanted Gentaro to have his fun. After all, the longer he let Gentaro go, the longer he could go believing this wasn’t a lie and the longer he’d have Gentaro to himself.
It was when Gentaro finally dared to tease the tip of Dice’s dick, letting his finger slowly graze up and over before repeating its path back down again, when Dice finally flipped Gentaro back underneath him. He made quick work of disposing of his boxers, so quickly Gentaro wasn’t sure exactly when in the process of everything he had done so. Before he could think about that for long though, Dice’s mouth was back on his, hot and needy and his tongue looking for entry.
Their tongues moving together once more, Dice ran his hands up Gentaro’s thighs, swiftly moving the writer’s legs back around his waist, his arms then moving to help press their hips together. Gentaro shuddered and sighed as he felt Dice’s heat against his own down below. He really had gotten him worked up, something he was rather proud of himself for. But that was the last coherent thought he had as Dice started to move his mouth down the neck of his partner and slowly rocking his hips against the other’s as well.
Gentaro was now making needy whimpers, his hands finding stability by knotting themselves in the roots of Dice’s hair. The sounds only motivated Dice onwards, finally undoing and discarding the robe Gentaro was wearing, leaving marks and biting at soft areas on his way down Gentaro’s torso to his hipline.
Seeing as Gentaro still had his fingers at his scalp, Dice didn’t bother to lift his head or try to push himself up to take Gentaro’s boxers off, instead just using his teeth to drag them halfway down the thighs, releasing the hard dick from its entrapment. Gentaro let out a hiss at feeling the friction of the waistband down his length. He hadn’t realized how much he had been getting worked up while he had been teasing Dice too. Using the grasp he had on Dice’s hair, he pulled the other one back up to his cock without any protest.
Gentaro couldn’t even tell him what he wanted before he felt Dice’s tongue run up his length from the base before he closed his mouth over the head. Gentaro pushed his head back into the sheets with a low moan. This was better to him than all the times he had imagined it alone in this room before.
Dice’s head bobbed up and down almost expertly on the writer, his tongue caressing and dancing around the length of the shaft as he went. After a minute, he paused to give some special attention to the head, causing Gentaro to get louder and clutch his hair even more. Letting off with a small
pop
and licking it gently, Dice looked up so see the desperate face of his teammate. It was clear that Gentaro was in bliss, it lit up his face so well.
“Pretty,” Dice murmured as he climbed his way back up to Gentaro’s face, giving a deep kiss and slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth to let him taste himself.
“Where do you keep the lube?” Dice asked, forcing himself to stay coherent enough that he could focus on keeping Gentaro comfortable through the ordeal, though his desperation was going to give way too. Without a word, Gentaro produced it from his nightstand, shoving it at Dice as if to say hurry up . Dice didn’t need to be told twice.
Putting a few good-sized drops onto his fingers, he worked it around to warm it up before inserting his fingers into Gentaro’s opening. Gentaro let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Dice leaned down, peppering him with kisses as he worked his fingers around, willing Gentaro to relax for him.
Gentaro couldn’t string any thoughts together anymore, Dice was driving him wild a way he never imagined he’d be able to. And feeling how gentle and loving Dice was to him the more intimate they got was something he hadn’t imagined before but was making it all so much better than he could’ve ever hoped.
Feeling that Gentaro had finally relaxed enough after a few minutes, Dice removed his fingers, producing a long whine from the other. Dice shushed him gently and gave him a kiss. “It’s okay, I’m gonna go in now.”
Another thing Gentaro hadn’t imagined entirely correctly in his mind was just how big Dice was. Sure, he had felt him in his hands and pressed up against him earlier, but that still hadn’t prepared him for how he felt inside. As Dice pushed him, he could feel himself let out a cry as he grasped himself around Dice’s neck. Dice simply held him and peppered more kisses on him as he slowed his entry, allowing Gentaro to slowly get used to the size.
Gentaro was gasping by the time Dice was fully inserted. It felt amazing to him, Dice filled him better than anything he had trained himself with before. After a few seconds, he rolled his hips forwards slightly on his own to let Dice know he was ready.
Dice set a slow and steady pace, not wanting to hurt Gentaro while he still got used to the feeling. Every motion of in and out made Gentaro feel closer and closer to Cloud Nine and soon he wasn’t even aware of the noises he was making.
With one hand, Dice gently held Gentaro’s hips in place as he thrusted, starting to speed up the pace a little. With the other hand, he pushed Gentaro’s hair out of his face, staring in awe at how beautiful he looked while blissed out. This was an image Dice wanted burned into his mind forever.
“Daisu,” Gentaro managed to whine out after a moment, reaching one of his hands up to cradle Dice’s face. Dice leaned into his hand, creating such a soft scene in comparison to the request Gentaro was about to make. “P-please…..harder…”
Dice didn’t even hesitate, putting more force behind his thrusts as he moved the hand he used to brush away Gentaro’s hair to now hold and kiss the hand he had reached up. All of this was enough to make Gentaro lose the last of any coherence he had during this act. This was one of the reasons he had fallen for Dice, he always managed to show how much he cared no matter what he was doing.
Gentaro pushed his head back into the sheets once again, arching his back up while doing so as well. At the angle he had created, Dice was now perfectly hitting his prostate, causing him to cry out in pleasure. If he had been any more coherent, he’d have been able to feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he cried out for Dice to go faster, harder, to give him his release.
Dice was close to his own release by now himself, the reactions he was getting out of Gentaro edging him closer and closer to his own end. He leaned down to kiss away the tears of pleasure welling out of his partner.
“You feel so good, Gen, cum whenever you’re ready.” he whispered into the ear of the other. A couple of thrusts later, Dice could feel Gentaro’s opening spasm around him as he finally gave in to his release. Dice gave in to his as well, slowing down his thrusts to a gentle and very mild pace in order to help them both ride it out.
Panting like he had just ran a marathon, Dice gently pulled out from Gentaro, who at this point could still only gather enough out of himself to let out a longer whimper. Dice let himself fall to his elbows over the writer, giving him a gentle kiss and then wiping the rest of his tears from his face. “You did amazing, Gen.”
After that, Gentaro passed out.
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The next morning, Gentaro awoke, sore but happy about it. He sat up, realizing the sheets had been changed and that Dice had somehow found fresh clothes to put on him before tucking him in. However, he couldn’t see Dice anywhere in the room. He hadn’t slipped out before he could wake up, had he?
“Mornin’ sleepyhead!” Dice exclaimed walking into Gentaro’s room with two mugs of hot coffee in his hands. Gentaro relaxed his face into a warm smile. Of course Dice had stayed, even if Dice wasn’t one to settle down somewhere, with Gentaro was the one place he always stayed.
Gentaro welcomed the warm coffee, and the forehead kiss he was given with it, graciously. “My, my, I didn’t realize our helpless Dice knew how to work a coffee machine~”
Dice just snorted, still in too high spirits from last night to take any offense to the teasing he received.
“Well it’s a good thing I do, or else you might not have been able to wake up before noon,” Dice said, doing his best to tease back. After a beat though, he shifted a little bit and his face took on a more serious expression, causing Gentaro to lean forward slightly with concern.
“Uh, look, I know I asked last night while we, you know…” Dice said, fidgeting with the beads that adorned his hair.
“Had sex?” Gentaro mused, smirking slightly watching the gambler’s cheeks light up a bright shade of pink. It was usually Dice who was being so forward, and seeing him beat around the bush like a middle school student was cute.
“Yeah, that, but uh, anyways, you weren’t lying about having feelings for me, right?” he continued on with his questioning, his fidgeting getting quicker the closer to his point he got. “Cause I’m dead serious, Gen, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time now and I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything just cause I like ya and I understand if you-”
Gentaro cut him off quickly by placing his hand on Dice’s shoulder, causing him to pause to look directly into Gentaro’s emerald green eyes. “I love you, more than anything, Dice Arisugawa. That is not, and never will be, a lie.”
Gentaro barely had time to put his coffee on the nightstand before Dice threw his arms around his waist and buried his face into his chest. “Thank you.”
They stayed like that for a couple more hours, listening to the song of the morning birds and glowing in their feelings of finally, finally having confessed to one another.