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The door shutting behind them was the last, loudest firework of the night.
It echoed in the room for some more seconds before being replaced by a softer sound, the kind of weak, shy noise that was still able to keep the world's attention away from anything else.
Kisses.
Rough, desperate, boisterous kisses taking over every breath, every sigh, every moan, and exploding in the narrow space between two pair of lips crushing one against the other like their very life depended on that moment, and that one only.
Gentaro found himself pinned against the wall, his long, beautiful legs finally free and exposed for Dice to touch them, before he could even think about it - something he was absolutely grateful for.
The matsuri had come to an end.
The night had come to an end.
His life, too, was probably coming to an end.. but he didn't care. He couldn't force himself to care about something so stupid and futile like life, not while Dice's chest was pressed against his, taking everything away from him and refilling the hole with.. with what, exactly? Gentaro couldn't tell, but he smiled nevertheless.
Whether it was love, lust or simple boredom, he just wanted it to last for, at least, the span of what that night still had to offer.
He gently bit down on Dice's lower lip, finding it just as soft and tasty as he had always imagined, and smiled to himself.
Maybe he was a tiny, little bit drunk. Maybe there was something in his ramune, just like Dice himself had suggested, but oh well..
"Fuck, Gentaro..", the gambler moaned all of a sudden, and Gentaro finally let go. He didn't want to think, not when his name sounded oh so nice on Dice's mouth, the same mouth the guy was now pressing pretty much everywhere, leaving kisses and marks on his cheeks, throat, shoulders..
At first, Gentaro didn't even want to wear a yukata for the festival.
No, wait.
At first, actually, Gentaro didn't even want to attend the festival, to be honest. He didn't want to be forced to feel lonely, sad and miserable once again in his life, as it always happened when the world around him tried to underline yet the same concept: there was apparently someone for everyone out there. For everyone, but not for him.
His other half, that one person he could share everything with, didn't belong to his same world anymore. He didn't belong to the other one either, though, and that was what hurt him the most. There was no way for the two of them to be reunited, together again like they used to promise each others when they were just careless, free kids, and Gentaro knew it well enough to see every small, fair sparkle of joy life would offer him as something he didn't deserve.
It just didn't feel the same, without his brother. He didn't want to be happy, without him.
But then again, there he was, holding tight onto Dice's hard, wide shoulders, while tilting his head to leave him and his lovely little fangs even more skin to scratch and ruin.
That happiness, somehow, didn't feel wrong. Not a single bit.
"Do you.. ah— do you think you can be patient enough to reach the bedroom, at least?", he smiled when Dice calmed down and gave him a few seconds to breath in, out and regain a bit of self control.
He was a mess, with his yukata loosened down his shoulders and part of his chest exposed - that one part, he was sure of it, Dice was just about to have his way with. He felt a bit too naked and embarrassed, but it's not like he disliked it.. because, if nothing else, Dice was staring at him with the most beautiful, amazed expression. He wasn't even listening to his words, Gentaro was pretty sure of it, and couldn't help but let out a weak laugh.
"Be a good boy, Dice, will you? Take me upstairs and be gentle."
He really didn't need gentleness or whatsoever, for he wanted to be forced on his knees and elbows just as much as he craved Dice's huge hands everywhere on his body, but he knew what his partner was really up to, after all.. and God, if he liked to be ordered around and talked, either during their moments alone or in front of Ramuda, even, and it was always amusing to see.
Dice's reaction didn't come unexpected, of course, and as he was busy trying to untangle the mess of clothes, arms and legs they were slowly becoming, Gentaro giggled and let out a long, shaky breath.
It was their first time together, but it didn't really feel like it.
Their hands were moving through the secret paths of each other's bodies like they've been knowing them all along for a lifetime, and when Gentaro's fingers intertwined with Dice's long, dark locks the author felt like being finally home after ages. Dice's warmth, smell, softness, it was everything his soul needed and possibly even more. Much more, for what it worthed.
And Gentaro kept holding tight, to the point a low growl escaped Dice's lips and died on the tender skin of his lover'sneck, the same one he bit down slowly, gently.
"I'm here, Gen. I'm here", he whispered right into his hair, brushing it and holding his fragile figure even tighter.
He was about to fall into pieces, and they both knew it well enough not to let go, at least for the time being.
At least until the end of the night.
Gentaro wasn't thinking anymore when Dice finally lifted him up, princess-style, and found his way to the bedroom.
The house was huge and empty, and Gentaro hated it with every inch of his body.
When he invited someone over - a rare occurrence, but so be it - his hosts always ended up exploring the place in awe, with their noses up to admire the high ceilings and windows, getting lost into the almost impossible labyrinth of aisles and rooms it was, he would always observe them with a sly, tired smile.
Everyone always had the same reaction.
Everyone but Dice.
He didn't like it either, and this was probably the reason why he crushed there so often, Gentaro knew it. He knew Dice knew, he knew Dice didn't want to leave him alone.
Never.
"You are so beautiful, you know it?",
Dice was still whispering when he gently lied Gentaro on the huge futon of his bedroom, the tip of his nose tracing strange drawings on his wet cheeks, and took his sweet time before starting to slowly undress him for good, enjoying the simple view of the author's fair skin looking even paler now, with nothing more than the light of a full summer moon caressing it. His low and husky voice, along with his long fingers pressing here and there, right on Gentaro's softest and weakest points, did the trick: it sneaked into his thoughts and once again saved him from them, from all the why and how he always ended up being pulled in, spiraling down the deep rabbit hole his own mind could be.
Gentaro smiled, holding Dice tighter and placing a soft kiss on the edge of his lips, an innocent touch, a silent please, before closing his eyes. . he liked being cuddled, held, loved.
No matter how.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.."
Gentaro couldn't believe it, but didn't answer. He knew Dice meant it for real, and the thought alone was enough to make his heart hurt just a bit, like it was about to break, fall into pieces and finally
(finally)
become dust. It would have been way easier, painless, almost funny, but easy wasn't something Yumeno Gentaro was born for, apparently. His whole life had been far from easy, and it really looked like his bad karma still had something to show him.
The best is yet to come.
"And what are you, my dear king? A liar just like me, maybe, or a man of truth?"
Dice smiled at the sly question, flashing his fangs in a cocky grin before looking for Gentaro's hand, letting their fingers intertwine on the futon, right next to their pressed bodies. There was real, liquid confidence in his eyes, something the author got himself lost into - much to his relief. He wasn't brave enough but Dice, Dice would always manage to push him way past the edge, outside his comfort zone and right into new feelings and sensations he would have never been able to experience otherwise.
Dice, his twenty years roaring and heating every inch of his perfect body, was his safe space, as odd as it could be. A shameless, fearless and sure enough careless gambler, his total nemesis, yet the other half of his apple.
Strange, isn't it?
"Me? I never lie, Yumeno-sensei. You should know it well enough, by now.", he whispered back, and Gentaro could only smile and hide his slightly blushing face in the crook of his partner's neck, giggling softly as he held him tighter.
He did know, indeed. Dice was the most honest and straightforward guy he had ever met, which wasn't exactly the best thing most of the time.. not when he very casually dropped hints about his growing feelings, or fell asleep with his cheek pressed against his thigh, or stole him kisses, smiles, heartbeats.
Dice's love was never shy or discreet but, surprising, Gentaro couldn't find it suffocating either. It was like a light, warm hug, something he never asked for, maybe, but enjoyed nevertheless. Something he couldn't live without anymore.
"There is always a first time, Dice. For everything."
For pretending, too. For giving up on loving, caring, trying.
Gentaro would had never wanted someone as pure as Dice to fall in love with him.
"Let's focus on this first time for now then, should we? We'll manage the rest later. Together."
Ah, but Gentaro loved him too.
He didn't exactly know when he had finally managed to come up with such a decision - or epiphany, probably - but that was it: he was so madly in love with Dice he could barely find something to tell him when the gambler put it so simply, so.. naturally.
He was right, after all. There was no need to rush and try to find a way out, not while everything was going so smoothly and his world, his little, messed up world, was nicely housed in Dice's strong arms.
For the first time in a long, long time, Gentaro was happy, and it felt good. Like he deserved it.
He stole Dice another kiss before replying, still unsure about how he wanted the things to go but confident to be able to, at least, help him with his not-so-little problem. Because no matter how hard Dice was trying, he couldn't quite hide his growing excitement nor the way his arousal kept brushing against their pressed bodies. He was so cute, probably not wanting to ruin the moment, but Gentaro didn't care... he actually loved it, and there was no way he would miss the chance to give Dice what he deserved - even if in such a minimal way. The only way he knew, for the moment, but he still had time to figure everything else out.
"Let me take care of you for now, then..", the author smiled softly, with just a delicate hint of malice, and licked his lips before helping Dice to roll on his back, enjoying his grin and light laugh. He was obviously feeling like he had just hit the jackpot, which was.. strange, if you asked Gentaro. Not exactly something he was used to, but so be it: not even his anxious brain could misunderstand the sparkle of absolute joy and excitement in Dice's eyes, for he calmed down a bit.
Enough to push his hair behind his ear, at least, and let his long fingers ghost right on Dice's crotch.
"You are so impatient..", he let out with a giggle, and proceeded to free his partner from the thin layer of clothing that was still holding him in place.
Dice was huge, thick and already hard, and Gentaro couldn't quite hold back a moan at the view, feeling almost guilty for thirsting over him so much.. not that Dice cared, since he was way busier taking care of Gentaro's honey-like hair intertwining with his own fingers as the older man slowly lowered on him.
He barely had enough time to shut his eyes close before the head of his length disappeared between Gentaro's soft, puffy lips, and every inch of his body and mind reacted accordingly.
Gentaro noticed immediately, and moaned loudly while starting to bob his head up and down, keeping a slow yet steady pace.
He wasn't that much of an expert when it came to give heads, maybe, but sure enough he wanted nothing more but to please his partner - and was a quick learner, especially with Dice being so eager to teach him the best ways to do so, something they immediately got in with no second thoughts.
Dice was, as expected, amazingly vocal and noisy, and kept moaning and calling Gentaro's name while arching his back and fucking into his mouth slowly, steadily. He never meant to, really, but couldn't stay still upon realising Gentaro had close to no problem to take him in fully, his warm throat clenching around his dick and his long, slender fingers scratching the inner of his thigh. He really was a view, Dice thought distantly, and rocked his hips upwards to meet Gentaro's movements. The choked noise he accepted the abuse with was almost enough for him to come on the spot, and he really had to gather every inch of his willpower to stop Gentaro from making him lose it.
He wouldn't have minded that much though, or at least that was what his devilish smirk seemed to suggest.
"Come for me... I'm sure you taste so good, Dice...", Gentaro moaned indeed, his voice still a bit hoarse, and lowered his head enough to take care of Dice's balls instead, massaging them with slow and circular movements until the gambler had to give up for good. He did come, shamelessly and abruptly at these words, and Gentaro accepted every drop of his pleasure without looking away once, not even when he had to give up on swallowing it and let it drool down his lips and chin. It was so erotic, so dirty Dice felt like he was doing something terrible yet cathartic, almost, like spying on a fallen angel during one of his moments of weakness. That was what Gentaro looked like - an angel, with the smile of a devil.
"Fuck.. shit, Gen, I—", Dice tried, feeling even a bit guilty, but everything Gentaro did was giggle and wipe the last drops away before climbing on his toned body, these milk-white thighs trembling a bit while keeping himself up.
He still wanted to play, and hell if Dice was up to it. A lot.
"Was it too much? My bad...", he teased, casually pinching one of his pink, small nipples, "I thought you could help me out a bit, but looks like I'll have to take care of my own pleasure myself.."
Dice froze, taking the hit just for the sake of watching Gentaro's hand slowly caress his own chest and abdomen before disappearing between his now fully spread legs. He had no idea Gentaro could be like that, so hopelessly thirsty and eager to pleasure and be pleasured, and could swear to the gods he saw his own life flashing right before his eyes the moment Gentaro leaned over, arching his back, and started fingering himself. His low, shaky moan was more than enough to make the adrenaline pump every single drop of blood to his lower regions, and by the time the author's breath got hot and heavy he was already palming himself again, his free hand anchored to Gentaro's hips and helping him thrust his fingers deeper. It was hypnotic, it was painful, but Dice loved it. He loved every jolt of pain, every itch his body was trying to warn him it was still too early with, and drank it down with eagerness while enjoying the view of Gentaro's pretty face distorted by pleasure and excitement.
"More..", he moaned when looking didn't feel enough anymore, and forced him to lean over until he was on his fours right on top of him before stealing him another heated kiss, different from all the others. He could taste his own orgasm on Gentaro's tongue, lips and skin, and oddly found himself unable to get enough, biting and licking every inch he could lay his sharp fangs on.
They kept going for a while, a whole eternity, breathing hot and sweet nonsense into each other's mouths until Gentaro himself moaned harder, deeper, and stopped moving only to lay on Dice's toned body. He was breathing hardly, the ends of his lips curled in a sly smile, and there wasn't a single hint of shyness in his eyes - that was what Dice loved the most. Gentaro was bold, confident, obviously feeling at ease there between his arms, and he felt like he couldn't have asked for more. It was ironic and almost anachronistic for him to be Gentaro's (or anyone's, for what it worthed) safe space, but he wasn't planning on complain at all. It was much more than what he would have imagined, and thank you very much.
"Look at you, what a naughty little thing you are...", he smiled back, playfully tickling his nose before kissing his cheek. It was strange, the way they kept shifting from one mood to another, but it felt perfect, amazing, and Gentaro's soft sigh was filled with fondness this time.
But Dice was still playing, and it was right about the time to raise the stakes a bit.
"Get on your hands and knees for me, princess, will you? I'm going to take such a good care of you and your pretty little ass..", he ordered, and this actually stole Gentaro the sexiest moan Dice had ever heard, getting him even harder than before - more than ready to fulfill his promise. It wasn't even about sex anymore at that point, and while Gentaro changed position, offering him a nice view of his pale, beautiful back, Dice really felt a wave of affection wash over him.
Gentaro was weak, hopeless, lost, no matter how hard he tried to prove himself and the whole world wrong, and he was finally showing Dice - Dice, of all the people out there - his true colours. He needed to feel loved and safe, and the gambler swore to the gods, whether he believed in their existence or not, to always protect him, no matter what.
Doing it while holding his hips in a non exactly pure way felt a bit odd, maybe, but Dice took a mental note to somehow go back to the topic in a more suitable moment.
He owed him, after all.
"I got you, baby...", he whispered softly, and brushed his lips against Gentaro's when the latter tilted his head and asked for a kiss.
It was so soft, so light it almost felt like a promise, a fragile oath between the two of them only, and a gasp died right there on their sealed mouths when Dice slowly pressed himself into his partner's tight and warm body.
None of them was actually new to sex, not even Gentaro who had had some experience indeed - not nice enough to be worth mentioning, but so be it - but being finally so close set them off a bit, in a strange way.
Dice had to stop and take a couple of deep breaths not to come on the spot like some horny teenager, and Gentaro moaned and let his arms fail on him, hiding his face between them and actually offering Dice even more to enjoy. They spent some painful seconds without daring to move, almost, until it became obvious enough they needed exactly that. The game was on again, and they were both eager to play.
"Ah, Daisu... you are too big...", Gentaro was the first one to whine, a hint of a smile hidden behind his words, and tighten around Dice's dick to underline the concept - something that really, really challenged the younger's resistance. Gentaro was a natural born teaser, and Dice had no idea he could be like that even in such a situation - but accepted it nevertheless, lowering his head and biting his lips in the attempt to gain enough control over his own body, at least.
Easier said than done, he realised a moment later.
"This whole shit will be over in a moment if ya keep doing that, you little—"
Gentaro did it again. Of course.
"Fuck, I hate you, oh my God—"
And he did hate him a bit, maybe, but not even remotely enough not to put some extra care in his first thrusts, gently winning him out before starting to set a pace for good.
Gentaro sucked him in perfectly, as if his body was made for Dice and Dice only, and seconds later he was already fucking him nice and good, just as promised.
He was a man of honour, after all.
"Look at you...", he grinned, surprising Gentaro with a sudden spank, not hard enough to hurt him but perfect to mark his pale skin, "fuck, you are so beautiful, so... nnh..."
"Dice—"
Gentaro almost cried out, and kept frantically shaking his hips to meet Dice's perfect, merciless thrusts as he kept taking more and more, stealing him tears and sweat and moans.
It took them moments to find the perfect rhythm, moving in sync and chasing the same pleasure until it became too much, and even Gentaro's muffled moans, the cute noises he made every time Dice abused his body and the sweet spot inside him, felt heavy — and so sweet the gambler wanted to just engrave them in his memories forever.
"Call me... call me again, call me—"
He loved the way his name sounded on Gentaro's lips, he had always loved it, and as the heat kept growing, unbearable and still not enough, he felt himself losing it.
He pressed Gentaro down, leaning over him and holding his shaking body as he trusted once, twice and then again, crying out his pleasure before whitening out. He didn't even need to reach for Gentaro's neglected length, for he came untouched and from the overstimulation only, his mind blank and his body completely wrecked, dull.
It felt unreal.
For the next ten minutes or so nothing except heavy pants could be heard as they both tried to regain control, but soon enough a new noise joined it. A lighter, sweeter sound, one that could fill their hearts and touch the inner chords of their souls with close to no effort, something neither of them thought they could enjoy.
Kisses.
Soft, tired, lazy kisses, so different from the ones they had shared not more than one hour before, yet even more powerful, noisy in their own particular way. Kisses and laughters, and whispers, and promises, the ones they really didn't need to voice, for they existed in the space between their entwined fingers, and that was everything they needed.
Even more.
"Hei, beautiful...", Dice smiled after some more minutes, reaching over to gently brush Gentaro's hair away from his face. He was so gentle, so delicate, and for once Gentaro was the one leaning over into the touch, pressing his cheek against Dice's warm hand and asking for some more affection. He loved it, and Dice was usually so touchy it was the perfect deal for the both of them.
"Hei...", the author replied, and blushed under the new consciousness Dice's relaxed expression gave him. They didn't need to label their relationship, but there was no point in denying it was a relationship indeed, at least from that point on... and even though their characters didn't look like they could match enough to click and turn into something, there they were, a panting mess of not fully unravished clothes, arms and feelings.
"Sleep here with me tonight."
He didn't even know why, but he needed to say it out loud, to let these words free to roll on his tongue and on Dice's lips, now stretched in a relaxed smile, because it just felt right.
Dice belonged there, with him. It sounded just perfect.
"Ain't planning to go anywhere, princess", came the reply, almost immediately followed by another kiss, "thank you for... the festival, and all that stuff. 't was great. I loved it. I love you. I really... I wanna go back next year! Can't wait for—'
"I think we discussed the matter already, Daisu...", Gentaro smiled, rising an eyebrow while meeting Dice's confused eyes. God, if he looked cute.
"Eeh?! Were you bein' serious, then?! This is unfair, c'mon, I really want to—"
Gentaro laughed, stopping him right there with yet another kiss, and dragged him down a new spiraling of lust, pleasure and love.
They didn't need really need to "discuss the matter", after all. It was just a lie.