[ Gentaro's not entirely sure what they are, but he knows he likes being around Samatoki. That surprises even him. They make a weird pair, the two of them, but Gentaro's not about to complain. He's unexpectedly comfortable around him, and Samatoki is the first to see his scars. Dice and Ramuda know, of course, but he's never shown anyone else.
Gentaro has made a habit of showing up unannounced (sometimes when he's not even there -- he'd swiped a key long ago) to Samatoki's place, because he knows he can get away with it. Besides, Samatoki hasn't tossed him out yet. That's enough for him. And that's where he is when he gets home, lounging on the couch, book in hand. ]
( When Samatoki enters his apartment after a day out, he isn't sure if he wants to laugh or bark at Gentaro for slipping in like that. So casual. Just reading.
The juxtaposition of Gentaro's presence — handsome, cunning, terribly frustrating Gentaro — against what he'd just come in from doing is stark. Night and day, really. )
How long've you been here?
( There's dried blood on his knuckles, his shirt. Getting rid of it can wait. )
[ Gentaro looks up, and he doesn't seem surprised at the blood. It's just a part of who Samatoki is. He's not ready to admit it -- or, rather, he's not ready to say it, because Gentaro's actions are so often more honest than his words -- but he worries for him. It's not that he underestimates Samatoki.
It's that he's very, very human, and humans can be such fragile things. ]
Why, all day.
[ He closes his book and crosses over to him to take his hands and brush his thumbs over his knuckles. ]
That was a lie, of course. I haven't been here long at all.
(Why, all day brings to mind visions in the hypothetical: Gentaro, playing kept boy and just lounging around the place all day like a spoiled cat. Knocking over water bottles and house keys off the coffee table and everything.
The thumbs over his knuckles has him feeling a little softer, but he doesn't show it very much in the face.
Just in what he says next: )
Come wash this off with me.
( He reaches that hand to Gentaro's chin, tilting him up a little. Eye contact held, maybe a little more intimate than he normally likes. )
[ They both know the answer already. There isn't much that can get him to forget about a book, but the way Samatoki touches him and holds his gaze is certainly a way. He doesn't have to show it in his face; Gentaro knows him well enough by now. ]
Are you propositioning me? [ There's a quiet laugh in his voice. ] Well, since you're such a big, scary yakuza, I have no choice but to accept.
( A grin splits over his face, leading Gentaro through the apartment to the bathroom. He's undoing his shirt as he goes, finally catching his reflection to see how bad the evidence really is. Bright red on white.
His brow furrows, but he sheds the garment and casts it aside.
Beneath, his own scars are stark on his chest, bordered by ink. )
Must've been real bored with those other two if you came all the way out here.
[ No matter how many times he sees Samatoki with his shirt off, he's never any less in awe. He brushes his fingers lightly over the lines of ink before he slips off his own shirt. He's not wearing his usual clothes, just jeans and a shirt, courtesy of Ramuda's insistence that he relax a little.
Gentaro hums, leaning against the counter as he watches him. ]
Mm, Ramuda has a show to prepare for. And Dice is busy gambling away the allowance I've given him.
[ But he doesn't sound at all upset -- fond, actually. ]
( The blood on his knuckles feels tacky, caked on, and Gentaro's fingers feel faint on his chest. Delicate and deliberate. The two sensations next to one another are just as stark as the silence in the wake of the action from earlier.
Honestly, he could go for it now if he wanted. Guide Gentaro to his knees. But he doesn't, instead moving to the stand-up shower to turn the water on hot as it'll go. )
Don't wanna be lonely, huh.
( He undoes his belt, shoves his pants and briefs to the floor. Steps in, not bothering to urge him to hurry. )
[ There's the faintest bit of defensiveness in those two words, but it's not enough to make him leave. Instead, he undresses completely. A bit hesitantly. Being exposed like this always gives him pause.
But he follows Samatoki. The heat of the water feels amazing, makes some of the tension in his shoulders loosen. He's focused on Samatoki, though. It's maybe less subtle than it should be, but Gentaro's eyes travel over Samatoki's entire body. Admiration, sure.
He's looking for any other wounds, though. He doesn't say it, but perhaps he doesn't have to.
Gently, he takes his hands and washes the blood off. It's a gesture that's more intimate than even how close they are, how Gentaro could shift just a little forward and press their bodies together. ]
Since you're not busy, perhaps I'll whisk you away to a far-off land and keep you all to myself.
( Thankfully, today was an easier day. Comparatively, anyway. Still had to bust some skulls.
He just huffs a laugh when Gentaro says what he says, blood flowing down the drain with the rest of the stress. One hand comes to his face, cupping his cheek briefly, raking into the wet strands of his hair thereafter. He tugs back a little, fitting his lips over Gentaro's firmly.
He mouths at him, pulling back enough to lock eyes on his. )
[ What does it say about him, that he folds so easily to any sort of touch? Gentaro's breath catches at that tug. He looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, the kiss over too soon.
He slides his arms around Samatoki's neck and pulls him closer. Fits a leg between his thighs and presses up. His public image is a sweet, gentle, humble author -- and he is, but that's only part of it. Samatoki draws out the other part of him, doesn't underestimate him.
He keeps holding Samatoki's gaze, a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. ]
If I'm so arrogant, why don't you put me in my place? Samatoki-san.
( He doesn't quite react to the taunting, really; not in the face or with words. Just gets his mouth on Gentaro's again, tugging a little harder at his hair. Sometimes Samatoki feels easy to get going, the T getting him aching off of actions, words, thoughts.
The thigh between his legs makes him want to rut on it until he comes, but the goading is far more pressing.
So he presses Gentaro against the wall of the shower, free hand coming up to rest over his throat in the same instant his tongue swipes along his lower lip. )
[ It's a showing of how much he trusts him that he doesn't stiffen or try to get away. He practically melts against him, eyes sliding shut as he kisses him back. Samatoki's not alone in how quickly he gets going -- Gentaro is, too.
He arches against him, hands sliding along warm skin. Before he parts his lips to let him in, he bites Samatoki's lip. When they're alone, he's more like he is on stage, more honest -- he's provoking him, acting out to get a reaction. ]
( The melting is telling as it is arousing. It tells him all he needs to know, really. The bite gets him to stiffen, a little jolt up his spine. Can't help but grin into the kiss, tongue pressing in more insistently.
As he does, his hand comes between them, palming from his abdomen up to his sternum. Back down, getting a little handsier than he normally might. He's not the type, really, to want to do too much foreplay. Not when he gets going so easily; he hardly has the patience.
That palm slips down to the place just shy of his navel when he pulls back from the kiss. Lips at his neck, biting into the delicate skin. )
[ He wonders what's different today, but he doesn't really care. So weak to touch, especially Samatoki's, he practically clings to him, breaths quick and shallow. He slides a hand into his hair, tugging gently. Lets out a moan at that bite.
Usually it's the opposite -- Gentaro is the patient one, Samatoki isn't. ]
You're an awful tease today...
[ If Samatoki doesn't slide his hand down lower now, he might die. ]
( Samatoki murmurs it against his skin, right before he bites into him again. Sucks color onto the flesh, his fingers sliding down and parting over him in a v, ignoring his t-dick, just teasing. Just working him up. )
Get me off first. I think you look real cute sucking me off.
[ He lets out a breathless laugh, groans at the bite. It's a good thing he wears such high collars. But a part of him wants to show them off. Invite questions he'll be coy about. ]
So pushy.
[ But he likes it. Gentaro could shift his hips, get Samatoki to touch where he needs it most.
Instead, he pushes Samatoki against the wall and kisses him, hot and sharp as he bites his lip. Then he's sinking down onto his knees, planting kisses on his thighs, sucking marks of his own. Gentaro's eyes hold his, challenging, daring him to take control, use him. ]
( He's going to explode at this rate; of course he has to try to get one over on him right before he gets on his knees. It gets a sharp inhale from him, his cunt aching already.
He widens his stance a little, one hand raking into Gentaro's hair once more, the other passing fingertips over his t-dick. He's big, having been on testosterone for years and years, with a vertical hood piercing at the top.
That hand slips to the back of Gentaro's head, pressing him in closer. )
[ He lets out a breathless, soft laugh. It feels amazing to have those fingers in his hair. His eyes flutter shut, rests his hands on his thighs, seals his lips over Samatoki's t-dick. Gentaro might be a little jealous -- he hasn't been on T for nearly as long, but having Samatoki in his mouth and making him feel good is enough to dull it.
Squeezing his thighs gently, Gentaro hums around him, sucking almost too gently. He's pushing it, being a terrible tease himself. He opens his eyes, looking up at him, gaze dark and a little hazy. ]
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Gentaro has made a habit of showing up unannounced (sometimes when he's not even there -- he'd swiped a key long ago) to Samatoki's place, because he knows he can get away with it. Besides, Samatoki hasn't tossed him out yet. That's enough for him. And that's where he is when he gets home, lounging on the couch, book in hand. ]
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The juxtaposition of Gentaro's presence — handsome, cunning, terribly frustrating Gentaro — against what he'd just come in from doing is stark. Night and day, really. )
How long've you been here?
( There's dried blood on his knuckles, his shirt. Getting rid of it can wait. )
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It's that he's very, very human, and humans can be such fragile things. ]
Why, all day.
[ He closes his book and crosses over to him to take his hands and brush his thumbs over his knuckles. ]
That was a lie, of course. I haven't been here long at all.
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The thumbs over his knuckles has him feeling a little softer, but he doesn't show it very much in the face.
Just in what he says next: )
Come wash this off with me.
( He reaches that hand to Gentaro's chin, tilting him up a little. Eye contact held, maybe a little more intimate than he normally likes. )
Or I can let you get back to your book.
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Are you propositioning me? [ There's a quiet laugh in his voice. ] Well, since you're such a big, scary yakuza, I have no choice but to accept.
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( A grin splits over his face, leading Gentaro through the apartment to the bathroom. He's undoing his shirt as he goes, finally catching his reflection to see how bad the evidence really is. Bright red on white.
His brow furrows, but he sheds the garment and casts it aside.
Beneath, his own scars are stark on his chest, bordered by ink. )
Must've been real bored with those other two if you came all the way out here.
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Gentaro hums, leaning against the counter as he watches him. ]
Mm, Ramuda has a show to prepare for. And Dice is busy gambling away the allowance I've given him.
[ But he doesn't sound at all upset -- fond, actually. ]
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Honestly, he could go for it now if he wanted. Guide Gentaro to his knees. But he doesn't, instead moving to the stand-up shower to turn the water on hot as it'll go. )
Don't wanna be lonely, huh.
( He undoes his belt, shoves his pants and briefs to the floor. Steps in, not bothering to urge him to hurry. )
Good thing I'm not busy.
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[ There's the faintest bit of defensiveness in those two words, but it's not enough to make him leave. Instead, he undresses completely. A bit hesitantly. Being exposed like this always gives him pause.
But he follows Samatoki. The heat of the water feels amazing, makes some of the tension in his shoulders loosen. He's focused on Samatoki, though. It's maybe less subtle than it should be, but Gentaro's eyes travel over Samatoki's entire body. Admiration, sure.
He's looking for any other wounds, though. He doesn't say it, but perhaps he doesn't have to.
Gently, he takes his hands and washes the blood off. It's a gesture that's more intimate than even how close they are, how Gentaro could shift just a little forward and press their bodies together. ]
Since you're not busy, perhaps I'll whisk you away to a far-off land and keep you all to myself.
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He just huffs a laugh when Gentaro says what he says, blood flowing down the drain with the rest of the stress. One hand comes to his face, cupping his cheek briefly, raking into the wet strands of his hair thereafter. He tugs back a little, fitting his lips over Gentaro's firmly.
He mouths at him, pulling back enough to lock eyes on his. )
Getting a little arrogant, aren't you?
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He slides his arms around Samatoki's neck and pulls him closer. Fits a leg between his thighs and presses up. His public image is a sweet, gentle, humble author -- and he is, but that's only part of it. Samatoki draws out the other part of him, doesn't underestimate him.
He keeps holding Samatoki's gaze, a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. ]
If I'm so arrogant, why don't you put me in my place? Samatoki-san.
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The thigh between his legs makes him want to rut on it until he comes, but the goading is far more pressing.
So he presses Gentaro against the wall of the shower, free hand coming up to rest over his throat in the same instant his tongue swipes along his lower lip. )
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He arches against him, hands sliding along warm skin. Before he parts his lips to let him in, he bites Samatoki's lip. When they're alone, he's more like he is on stage, more honest -- he's provoking him, acting out to get a reaction. ]
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As he does, his hand comes between them, palming from his abdomen up to his sternum. Back down, getting a little handsier than he normally might. He's not the type, really, to want to do too much foreplay. Not when he gets going so easily; he hardly has the patience.
That palm slips down to the place just shy of his navel when he pulls back from the kiss. Lips at his neck, biting into the delicate skin. )
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Usually it's the opposite -- Gentaro is the patient one, Samatoki isn't. ]
You're an awful tease today...
[ If Samatoki doesn't slide his hand down lower now, he might die. ]
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( Samatoki murmurs it against his skin, right before he bites into him again. Sucks color onto the flesh, his fingers sliding down and parting over him in a v, ignoring his t-dick, just teasing. Just working him up. )
Get me off first. I think you look real cute sucking me off.
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So pushy.
[ But he likes it. Gentaro could shift his hips, get Samatoki to touch where he needs it most.
Instead, he pushes Samatoki against the wall and kisses him, hot and sharp as he bites his lip. Then he's sinking down onto his knees, planting kisses on his thighs, sucking marks of his own. Gentaro's eyes hold his, challenging, daring him to take control, use him. ]
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He widens his stance a little, one hand raking into Gentaro's hair once more, the other passing fingertips over his t-dick. He's big, having been on testosterone for years and years, with a vertical hood piercing at the top.
That hand slips to the back of Gentaro's head, pressing him in closer. )
Go on. Be useful.
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Squeezing his thighs gently, Gentaro hums around him, sucking almost too gently. He's pushing it, being a terrible tease himself. He opens his eyes, looking up at him, gaze dark and a little hazy. ]