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cloud strife. ([personal profile] kinnie) wrote2024-01-03 11:00 am
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-07 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[It's getting less and less bearable, driving him crazy. Daan's fingers curl against the wall and he tries to push, but Cloud is stronger than him.]

Cloud--

[Then more fingers are shoving up inside of him and Daan gasps, arching his back and hips trying to angle himself to grind down urgently. More, he silently begs. More of that, more of him, just more.]

I'd never. [He whispers it like a promise. Cloud-- he's too precious to Daan by now. Daan could never forget him.]
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[personal profile] redlines 2024-03-07 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's the other way around, actually. If guts and glory mattered to me I'd have gunned for those Second and First Class promotions. They're still there if I want it, but I'm not keen on the idea of being torn from my mount and saddled with the responsibilities that come with the rank given that the pros and cons more or less remain the same regardless of my standing.

[ Plus, well, as a Third he does have a great deal more freedom than the ordinary run-of-the-mill trooper and a great deal more than most civilians. There isn't a single doubt in his mind that he'd have never gotten his bike had he stayed, and the Hardy Daytona... Gods, the price tag on that masterpiece would've been astronomical without the money he makes now. ]

No casino, then. Understood ;)

I've got enough, why? I can't imagine Smoked Egg being too expensive unless you plan on trying to clean my wallet out.
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-07 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Though it isn't long, there's that brief pang of silence as Cloud's fingers suddenly pull away. It's-- quiet. For a moment, he isn't sure what to make of it. For a split second, there's irrational panic -- he said something or did something wrong, of course, he must have; doesn't know how to act, how to be, never enough.

But the moment passes, thankfully. Worries are broken away, and Daan lets out a ragged groan as he feels that cock press inside of him finally. It's becoming familiar now, the sensation of being filled up by Cloud.]


Ahh-- [The breath is squeezed out of him as he's folded over, utterly stuck between Cloud and the wall. The bruises are expected, wanted even, but he's nearly choking on air to swallow it down.]

Wanted-- ah. Wanted this. Want you. [Daan's face burns, but he's trying to speak even as he trips over his words.] Want you to fuck me, Cloud.
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-07 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[At Cloud's complete mercy, all Daan can do is mindlessly take it. Each thrust is punctuated with a little ah squeezed out of Daan, a noise so quiet that it can barely be heard under the noisy slap of flesh on flesh. His body is ringing, being driven wild by how good it feels as he edges closer and closer.

Loudest of all is Cloud's sweet words, praising him, downright adoring. Daan makes a helpless mewling sound, unable to talk back even if he wants to.

A hand reaches down, urgently starting to stroke himself.]


Hhn-- Cloud, Cloud--
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-07 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[A helpless, strangled moan starts first at the bite, but it gives way into a pleasing whine when Daan's hand is shoved away as he's too drunk in pleasure to completely understand at first. Then he feels Cloud's hand jerking him off, lips by his ear--

Ah. This has to be a first for him, coming on command. Daan lets out a sharp cry, wracked with how beautifully overwhelmed he is. Spend is dripping down the wall messily, which Daan observes numbly as he pants, cock still twitching in Cloud's grip.]
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[The hot spill earns a final shudder, back arching from the sensation. It's satisfying, not unlike how he enjoys it when Cloud marks up his body, leaving bruises and bites; this way, he's marked up inside, too.

And then he's suddenly in Cloud's arms, and Daan slides his arms languidly around his neck.]


Mmhmm. [Daan leans in, licking into Cloud's mouth with a sloppy kiss.] M'good. You?
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[personal profile] redlines 2024-03-08 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
You've got to admit I cut a stunning figure wearing their collar regardless. I wasn't a big fan of the ordinary trooper scarves but the red one I got when I started climbing the ranks in the mobile unit? 👌👌 Love at first sight.

[ Now if only he was able to stop turning them into grease rags when he'd work on his bike and tinker with all the others down in the parking garage for fun... At least the higher-ups don't have to worry about the uniform budget now that he's out of their hair, though the same can't be said for the budget for new machines. ]

It's sweet of you to worry but when I said "kidnap" I meant it more along the lines of them coaxing me into spending the evening with them. Not actual kidnapping. I promise I'm more than capable of handling myself should something like that ever happen with or without a weapon, and if I really do need one? I'm sure I could swing a chair around just fine.

I can do an hour. It'll give me time to gussy myself up for you ♥︎
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[An airy laugh escapes him, and his smile curls a bit more sharply.]

Oh, absolutely. [Daan nuzzles up to his temple.] Let's make those dreams of yours come true, huh?
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Cum is still trickling down his thighs, and he absently wonders how much more there will be before they're both satisfied. Daan's catching his breath, his mind finally catching up and not so fuck drunk, at least for now.

With him positioned as he is, Daan lets out another quiet, airy laugh, almost in disbelief at Cloud's strength as he's held up.]


That's true.

And you've certainly made my neighbors terribly aware.
limbical: (i guess we'll see)

[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
That's fair-- oh.

[Not that he wasn't expecting it, but he lets out a groan as he's filled back up again with Cloud's cock. He leans over, pressing his hands to Cloud's shoulders so he can get some leverage, sighing as he rolls his hips to meet Cloud's.]

Mm. You... feel perfect inside.
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Absently, fingers trace over Cloud's chest, as if to admire the blush that's climbing up there. It's one thing for Cloud to fuck him against a wall as if it's nothing, but now he can actually see the man's face and reactions.

Cloud really is beautiful.]


Back at you. [Daan's voice is soft as he gazes down. He stops to shiver as he's pulled down more onto Cloud's dick, then rocks his hips to feel the drag of it inside.] Good thing we can probably go all day, huh.
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[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Softly Daan hums at the hands sliding up his waist, giving a more firm roll of his hips. He smiles to himself, as if flustered at the compliment. Maybe he is; he knows it's sincere, after all.]

Beautiful all covered by bruises you made, hm?

[He rises and falls on his cock again and again, sighing as he goes, sounding content. Fingers fan over Cloud's shoulders, slowly pushing open his shirt. Unlike how roughly he enjoyed himself under Cloud's hands and mouth, Daan idly traces his thumbs over Cloud's nipples, noting but precise and careful with his touches.]
limbical: (i guess we'll see)

[personal profile] limbical 2024-03-08 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
That's a relief. They tend to heal pretty fast for me.

[He's been lucky so far with Cloud, but eventually he's sure Sylvian's whims will come into play in due time.

He gasps, eye widening as he practically feels himself riding over Cloud's thrust. Fuck, that feels good.]


Mm. [Daan blushes more fiercely at that, sliding a hand up to cup Cloud's cheek.] You're so good to me, Cloud.

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