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The light infiltrating through the windowpane was hitting directly into his face, tragically forcing Dice to wake up from his deep and sweet sleep. With one eye opened to scan through the crime scene, he noticed the curtain hadn’t been closed properly the night before, hence why the abrupt sunray was critically slapping Dice in the face with the evidence of a brand new day starting. He sighed. What a deja-vu, not only for the drastic way of waking up all of a sudden, but because of many other things Dice noticed around him.
He was nicely wrapped in silk sheets, soft and warm, with the unmistakable presence of someone else in the same bed laying right beside him.
In that moment Dice could, without the shadow of a doubt, pinpoint the culprit.
Gentaro was still fast asleep.
His closed eyes, semi-open mouth and messy bed hair made something click inside of Dice, like it freed some kind of hidden cage inside his stomach and let out a bunch of butterflies.
He knew for sure that that wasn’t the sign of an upset stomach from last night’s dinner, no.
The silk sheets covering Gentaro’s shoulders theatrically fell down a bit, exposing pale skin to Dice’s attentive eyes; the butterflies increased drastically. It was then that he considered forgiving the writer for never closing the curtains properly.
“Good morning to you” he spoke softly to the sleeping beauty.
Dice needed to take a moment to recall the past events of the night before: he knew he should be thinking about how their sleeping together meant the ending of their contract, but Dice’s mind was filled with something else entirely.
The way Gentaro’s hair felt so soft and nice in between his fingers, the marks he left on Gentaro’s skin when it became so much more than gentle brushing of fingertips.
Gentaro’s lips still looked puffy and pink, so inviting even after all of that kissing and biting that even left bruises. Dice needed more, in that moment it was clear that he was never going to get enough of him.
The annoying single ray of sunlight that woke him up now didn’t seem so annoying anymore. Dice even reckoned he could get used to this, yes. He could definitely get used to waking up beside Gentaro, his puffy lips and messy hair every morning, possibly for the rest of his days.
Dice wasn’t sure about many things in regards to his future, but now he could easily say that he was certain of one: he wanted Gentaro in his life, and no more contracts in between them. Just the two of them, choosing to stay by each other’s side, for possibly the longest time.
“Hey” a voice called him back to reality. Gentaro was rubbing his eyes.
“Hey” Dice echoed. “D’you sleep well?”
“Mmh” Gentaro only hummed. Dice began to untangle from the sheets, hinting that he was about to get up, when he felt Gentaro’s arms wrap around his waist.
“Now where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh, I… the shower?”
Gentaro giggled, meanwhile Dice could feel his face become a little hotter.
“That was a rhetorical question. Must I always spell out the meaning of my words? I meant, where do you think you’re going without me?”
The writer sat up on the bed, just enough so he could hug Dice from behind.
“I thought you’d want to stay in bed for a while, y’know, maybe you’re hurting down there—” Dice muttered, making Gentaro giggle once more.
“Weren’t we supposed to always shower together? Or do you hate my wallet that much?”
Dice turned around to get a proper look at him. Gentaro’s smile was bright.
“The deal is over, Gen—”
“Oh, right. I forgot.”
Gentaro was covering his mouth with one hand.
“What d’ya mean you forgot?!”
“Sorry, I was merely joking.” He showed his lips again, nicely curved into a smirk. “But I wasn’t kidding about the showering together. I still think it’d be a good way to avoid—”
“How about you speak your mind, Gentaro?” Dice cocked an eyebrow. “Tell me why you want to shower together, tell me you want to be with me like you did last night.”
Maybe Dice said a bit too much, but he didn’t regret it. The look on Gentaro’s face was priceless, a mix of redness on the cheeks from being flustered and surprised, with a not so tiny hint of longing behind the vivid green eyes.
“Because I want to be with you so bad—” Dice continued, unable to stop his mouth, not when Gentaro was sitting there looking like that in front of him—like he was waiting to be eaten alive. Not fair.
The writer licked his own lips before brushing them against Dice’s. He opened them, giving Dice a tentative kiss, who quickly deepened it without second thoughts.
“How about a hot shower?” said Gentaro as soon as their lips parted.
Dice knew there was no way to bring the conversation back to where they left it, this was a good enough answer from the writer and Dice accepted it gladly. He was going to accept everything Gentaro was willing to give him, no matter how much time it’d take for his walls to break down.
Gentaro took his hands and led him to the bathroom, like that first time he proposed the idea; he took care of his own clothes and Dice’s too, before stepping in there together.
It was like touching each other under the hot stream for the first time, like they’d erased the actual first time, determined to rewrite it all over again.
Gentaro took the shampoo bottle in his hands, getting enough product out of it for just one person; Dice was surprised when Gentaro reached out with those hands to wash Dice’s hair, and not his own.
Dice could do nothing but stare at the writer as he gently worked his magic with his fingers, wondering why the change of habits.
When they showered together, Gentaro usually took care of himself first, before or after they were done jerking each other off. Was this part of Gentaro’s answer as well? Was this a way of speaking his mind, showing his true colors?
Dice let him carry on. Gentaro washed Dice’s hair carefully, before focusing on the rest of his body. He then took his time with every inch of Dice’s skin, travelling with his fingertips everywhere, as if he was claiming every bit as his. Dice had to bite his lips to avoid quite a few moans from escaping.
From his strong arms to his broad shoulders, his collarbones. Quick and light fingers brushed against sensitive skin on Dice’s torso, feeling down his muscles, his chest. As always, Gentaro knew how to be a tease, even when he was doing something so pure and caring like washing Dice carefully.
He lowered down, a new target in mind, after he studied Dice’s abdomen meticulously.
He needed to give some attention to Dice’s back as well, and so he did.
It was then that Gentaro rested his forehead on Dice’s shoulder, after placing an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone.
“You’re hard” he stated, as his hands travelled further down Dice’s back. “I was simply washing you”.
Gentaro’s hands stopped as soon as they reached Dice’s ass. He pressed his fingers down Dice’s skin, feeling him all over, cupping his cheeks. “Hah, Gentaro—” Dice couldn’t suppress his voice any longer. Not when those fingers were pressed so hard into his skin, they were probably leaving marks.
“Yes, Dice?”
Dice didn’t know if he was feeling like melting due to the hot shower or because of Gentaro’s sensual voice.
“How could I not be hard?” Dice replied with a question, hoping that would get the message through.
“Was my massage that effective?” Gentaro asked. Apparently Dice needed to spell it out for him, but he didn’t mind exposing his cards on the table one more time, not when it was clear that Gentaro wasn’t simply playing along for the sake of an experiment.
“No, it’s… you’re in here, naked, with me. How could I not be, when I see you like this?”
Gentaro’s reply wasn’t another witty choice of words; but Dice wasn’t surprised when he felt the weight of the writer’s lips on his.
Dice parted them immediately only to feel Gentaro’s tongue pushing inside, with the same urgency of their last night’s kisses. He allowed Gentaro to take the lead, to deepen the kiss as much as he wanted, while his hands never left Dice’s skin.
Gentaro’s erection poked at Dice’s hip, making them both break the kiss at the sudden contact.
Dice smirked. “You’re hard too” he stated the obvious, wanting to tease Gentaro back a bit.
“I want you, Dice” the writer replied, as if it wasn’t clear enough, with longing in his voice.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you—”
But Gentaro’s movements were once again quicker than words. His hands moved from the back to Dice’s erection and he wrapped his fingers around him.
“Fuck” Dice cursed as Gentaro’s hand began working on him, moving slowly and tightening the grip right about when he reached the tip of his cock.
Without a word, Gentaro opened his mouth and licked on Dice’s collarbone, where he placed that kiss before; he kept licking and sucking the skin, determined to leave some kind of mark. He loved to mark Dice’s skin, there was some primitive instinct telling him to kiss and sign what was his. Even if words failed him and he didn’t know how to tell Dice, he wanted to claim him as his lover in any other way he could.
“Gen, fuck—” Dice cursed again, losing his mind on the way Gentaro was fondling with his dick.
“Touch me, too” Gentaro requested, and Dice didn’t need to be told twice.
He finally put his own hands at use and wrapped around Gentaro’s cock, pumping it slowly and trying to match the rhythm Gentaro was using on him.
Instead of wanting to leave a lovebite, just as Gentaro was doing on Dice’s collarbone, Dice opened his mouth wide enough and sank his teeth into the soft and pale skin.
He didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, but he managed to leave a sign. They were talking to each other using the same language, kissing and biting and leaving marks, without even saying a word.
There was a silent request in the air, both of them could feel it on their skin without the need of voicing it out loud:
Be mine, and I’ll be yours.
“Gen—I’m close” Dice moaned into Gentaro’s ear, as his body was shaking in pleasure.
Gentaro was having quite the trouble in standing up, but he didn’t hesitate when he heard those words.
“No, be good for me and wait” he said, “wait until you’re buried inside me. Fuck me, Dice” he spoke loud and clear.
Dice’s head was beginning to spin, but he couldn’t ignore Gentaro’s words.
He turned him around, making the writer face the wall and grabbed his hips firmly.
Without thinking about it twice, he spread Gentaro’s cheeks wide, making the other moan;
He knew he didn’t have much time before his orgasm would hit him, so he had to hurry.
Still, he didn’t want to hurt Gentaro, not after what they’d done the night before, so he wasted some time to ask again: “tell me if it hurts”
“Just fuck me” Gentaro ordered, “please, Dice, plea—Ngh!”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Dice was thrusting deep inside him, forcing Gentaro to bend over and lean on the wall.
Gentaro moaned, loud; loud enough that their neighbours would hear even over the sound of the hot streaming water.
“Dice, Dice--!” he almost screamed, as Dice was beginning to pound hard inside him, chasing after his orgasm and trying to hit Gentaro’s sweet spot each time.
He knew he found it when they slept together their first time, and he was confident in finding each and every one of Gentaro’s sweet spots from that moment onward.
The only thing he feared during their experiments was time, and now he knew that he could have as much as he wanted it.
Time, no one was going to ever take away their time.
“You’re—ah, so tight” Dice huffed as he thrust non-stop inside him. Gentaro was clenching around him, squeezing and sucking him in perfectly. It only had been a couple of hours since their first time, so it was only natural for Gentaro not to be already used to take all of Dice; yet it seemed like he couldn’t care less about the pain.
Gentaro wanted to feel Dice, to have all of him, to be filled up and claimed as his.
Dice on the other hand was already going crazy with how Gentaro felt around his dick. He remembered how it felt to have someone fuck you so nicely, since he experienced it for the first time too, so he wanted Gentaro to feel just as amazing as Gentaro did with him the night before. He kept pushing deep inside Gentaro, bending him over, further down with each thrust. Loud moans were mixing up with the constant noise of the water stream, softening their voices while making it hard for them to breathe at the same time.
It was so hot; everything was. The air, the water, their breaths, the way Gentaro was clenching around him, the tight grip of Dice’s hands on the writer’s hips.
While moaning Dice’s name, Gentaro came all of a sudden, shooting directly onto the shower wall. Dice followed soon after, not being able to keep up the erratic pounding for much longer.
He managed to pull out though, much to Gentaro’s disappointment, and he came all over Gentaro’s skin.
“I’m gonna need another hand” Dice panted as he regained his breath, “I got all dirty again, heh.”
Gentaro turned around and placed another kiss on Dice’s lips, cupping his face with both hands.
“I’ll wash you up as many times as you want.” Gentaro’s voice came in a whisper, there was a shy smile on his face.
Dice couldn’t honestly ask for more.
It took them another twenty minutes under the hot stream to wash away the evidence of their pleasure from their skin, and also clean up the shower itself.
Dice had to physically restrain himself and go get dressed in another room, otherwise he would’ve ended up on his knees, sucking Gentaro dry and getting hard once again.
He simply couldn’t contain his desire now, it seemed like it was constantly overflowing when he was in close proximity to Gentaro.
And Gentaro, to be honest, wasn’t making it any easier for him. Always glancing at him, with those longing eyes and his beautiful everything.
“Hey” Dice broke the silence as he walked into the kitchen, joining Gentaro as soon as he finished dressing up.
“Dice, please have a seat. I think I have some explaining to do.”
Gentaro looked nervous, for some reason. As if Dice hadn’t already sworn to stay by his side no matter what.
“I don’t know what you already know, but for the sake of my apology, let’s go back to the beginning, shall we?” Gentaro fidgeted with his cup of tea.
“About my erotica book: I’m done writing it. I haven’t lied about that project, I worked really hard on it, for it’s a new field I have never tried getting myself into. My editor is really pleased with how things turned out for this book. So, that’s one truth out of the way. Possibly the only thing I haven’t lied about, I think…”
Dice didn’t sit down, nor he took the cup of coffee that was waiting for him on the kitchen counter.
“What I lied about? Well, everything else. First and foremost, I never needed to have first-hand experience to be able to gather writing material. I could have asked someone to have a chat about their own experiences, for starters, and then work with that. That’s exactly what I did, even before telling you about my project. I talked with someone, two hours worth of anecdotes and my idea was ready to be put into paper. I met up with—”
“Ramuda” Dice interrupted him to finish his sentence. He could see a wave of surprise distorting Gentaro’s expression.
“…Yes” Gentaro confirmed, knowing full well that wasn’t even a question. “You knew?”
“Yeah. I also met him, it kinda slipped” Dice shrugged.
“You… knew, yet you still agreed to continue? You must have needed the money so desperately, then.” Gentaro looked away, bitterness in his mouth.
“Ah, the money, right” Dice scratched his head. When Gentaro first mentioned the deal, he proposed a good sum of money to be put directly into Dice’s pockets for the services, as well as a place to spend the night to and the other included benefits.
“I never spent it. You can have it back, if you want.”
Now it was shock to appear on Gentaro’s face. “You what…?”
“Listen, Gentaro” Dice stared at him with determination in his eyes, “I dunno if you noticed, but I kept coming back because I wanted to be with you. If you didn’t know, now you know.”
Gentaro covered his lips with both hands.
“And I thought, maybe, you picked me for the experiments because you wanted to be with me, too. I didn’t say yes for the money or for shelter, well… I said yes ‘cause I hated the idea of you doing it with someone else. The money was a bonus, but then I was like, fuck it. I ain’t gonna spend your money. It’s yours, I was planning on giving it back from the start.”
Gentaro looked perplexed, for so many reasons he didn’t even know where to begin with.
“You aren’t mad…? I mean, I lied about everything—”
“One thing” Dice finally decided to sit next to Gentaro. He took the writer’s hands into his own. “I wanna know one thing, it’s really the only thing I care about.”
“What is it?”
“Did you lie about me being your first? Was I your first? I know it’s stupid, but—”
“No.”
Gentaro’s hands were shaking just a tiny bit, but since Dice was squeezing them, he noticed right away.
“I didn’t lie. Yes, you are my first.”
Dice brought Gentaro’s hands closer to his lips, then he placed a kiss over his fingers.
“Okay. I’m sorry for doubting you. I really wanted to be… for some stupid reason, heh.”
Gentaro’s hands weren’t shaking anymore.
“Dice” he spoke slowly. “Are you in love with me?”
“I…” Dice’s face lightened up with a pop of subtle color. “Yeah, I think so. A bit. Well, a huge bit.”
“There’s no such thing as a huge bit, silly.”
When Dice’s gaze met Gentaro’s eyes, he could see the writer’s face was showing up a lot more than just a subtle blush.
“I think I am, too” Gentaro admitted. “A considerable bit.”
Neither of them could tell who leaned in first, but when their lips met halfway, they could definitely tell they were both feeling impatient.
Gentaro’s stiff shoulders relaxed as Dice kissed him slowly, and Dice’s hand flew to the soft brown locks that still hadn’t fully dried.
“So you lied about what you were writing too?” Dice asked in between kisses.
“Mmh, I did. The plot of my book is based on the inspiration I got from Ramuda’s one-night stands. I never mentioned our… experiments.”
Dice’s mouth was on his, hardly waiting for Gentaro to finish his sentence. He couldn’t care less about Ramuda in that moment, but he also couldn’t wait to tell him that he did it. He did like their leader had suggested, and now he was the happiest man on earth.
“It’s a shame I’m not in your story, then” he said, placing another kiss on those rosy lips.
“Let me be in your story next time?”
Gentaro smiled, and Dice quickly covered those beautiful curved lips with his. “Sure.”
He knew, as long as Dice wanted to be part of his narrative, that it’d be a story worth telling.