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If it is, then I would introduce myself as Midnight. A doctor named Daan told me that, should I find him in some sort of distress, I could find someone named Cloud and safely deliver him to them. Nothing's happened, I just wanted to confirm that this is the right person.
[ there’s a pause, mostly because he’s processing this — daan had mentioned him, huh. and in that light too. ]
yeah, you’ve got the right person.
if he’s in trouble for any reason, i’ll come get him. it’s not an issue.
what brought this on?
[ he knows he said nothing happened, but… ]
yeah, you’ve got the right person.
if he’s in trouble for any reason, i’ll come get him. it’s not an issue.
what brought this on?
[ he knows he said nothing happened, but… ]
Thank you, I sincerely appreciate it.
[ There's a beat here while Midnight measures out exactly what needs to be said here. He doesn't really know the relationship here, other than this is someone Daan feels he can rely on... ]
We met early on during our stay, but other than occasional conversations, we've stayed acquaintances. Considering the very specific kinds of problems one can find themselves encountering on a regular basis here, I'd asked if there was anyone he'd rather see than a relative acquaintance, should he need assistance.
[ There. If Cloud connects the dots, he should have most everything he needs to know. (Hopefully. Midnight doesn't feel like he's the right person to explain the rest.) ]
[ There's a beat here while Midnight measures out exactly what needs to be said here. He doesn't really know the relationship here, other than this is someone Daan feels he can rely on... ]
We met early on during our stay, but other than occasional conversations, we've stayed acquaintances. Considering the very specific kinds of problems one can find themselves encountering on a regular basis here, I'd asked if there was anyone he'd rather see than a relative acquaintance, should he need assistance.
[ There. If Cloud connects the dots, he should have most everything he needs to know. (Hopefully. Midnight doesn't feel like he's the right person to explain the rest.) ]
[It feels nice, fingers brushing through his hair. Even something so simple makes him feel more at ease and comforted. It also makes him question things he doesn't feel prepared to question.
It's too easy to think of his own flaws and shortcomings -- but he tries not to. Not right now.]
I'm trying.
But I guess... I need the reminder.
It's too easy to think of his own flaws and shortcomings -- but he tries not to. Not right now.]
I'm trying.
But I guess... I need the reminder.
[While bites and bruises make him cry out and squirm under Cloud, the sweeter, delicate kisses make him shiver with delight, face blushing immediately. He raises a hand, lightly ruffling Cloud's hair.]
Talking a whole lot about how good I am, but you're awfully giving, too.
Talking a whole lot about how good I am, but you're awfully giving, too.
[ Her heart skips, and when it remembers to work again, it's pounding. She'd imagined something like this. What girl hadn't? Maybe even with him, once or twice, but...not in any real way.
Once, not so long ago, she'd maybe have pulled back from that touch, or tried to convince herself it wasn't that important. But after being here, after everything they've lost, she's not denying herself anything else. She nestles into his hold, closing her eyes against the pressure on her head.
Her heart skips again, at the hand against her hair, at the admission. How long? she wants to ask, but she can't quite muster it. ]
We'll make it different. If we're going to be here, then, we should make the best of it, you know?
[ And...maybe it would be easier here. To find a cure to whatever was wrong with him. But she wasn't bringing that up tonight either. ]
I don't care what we're allowed and not allowed to have. I'm tired of living under other people's rules.
Once, not so long ago, she'd maybe have pulled back from that touch, or tried to convince herself it wasn't that important. But after being here, after everything they've lost, she's not denying herself anything else. She nestles into his hold, closing her eyes against the pressure on her head.
Her heart skips again, at the hand against her hair, at the admission. How long? she wants to ask, but she can't quite muster it. ]
We'll make it different. If we're going to be here, then, we should make the best of it, you know?
[ And...maybe it would be easier here. To find a cure to whatever was wrong with him. But she wasn't bringing that up tonight either. ]
I don't care what we're allowed and not allowed to have. I'm tired of living under other people's rules.
[ it would be a lie to say he didn't dig the look; if he could give the man credit for anything, in full faith, it's that he had an undeniable flair. cloud's hands are dug into his pockets in some attempt to project a cool and detached disposition, but in reality he looks--
more clumsily withdrawn than anything. it's fine. he's in the process of formulating a response, but his brain scrambles in real time before he can.
his cheeks are not welling with heat, it's fine. you don't see the way the faintest shade of pink crawls across his skin in the dark, nope. cloud opens his mouth. then closes it. then opens it again. ]
...That's-- That's one word for it.
[ great comeback, really. ]
...Only been here twice myself. [ a beat. ] Think they had places like this back in Midgar, but -- I had better things to do. Other places to be.
[ no, he did not. but moving on. the waitstaff usher them into the lounge; the air is thick with smoke, haze-like and surreal as if the very interior of the place is fraying at its edges. they're guided to a large, plush booth, bong front and center. cloud practically hangs off one of its ends. ]
...I can't shake it. [ his eyes roam far ahead, looking into the ether. ] This feeling, like... we should be fighting.... something. Anything.
more clumsily withdrawn than anything. it's fine. he's in the process of formulating a response, but his brain scrambles in real time before he can.
his cheeks are not welling with heat, it's fine. you don't see the way the faintest shade of pink crawls across his skin in the dark, nope. cloud opens his mouth. then closes it. then opens it again. ]
...That's-- That's one word for it.
[ great comeback, really. ]
...Only been here twice myself. [ a beat. ] Think they had places like this back in Midgar, but -- I had better things to do. Other places to be.
[ no, he did not. but moving on. the waitstaff usher them into the lounge; the air is thick with smoke, haze-like and surreal as if the very interior of the place is fraying at its edges. they're guided to a large, plush booth, bong front and center. cloud practically hangs off one of its ends. ]
...I can't shake it. [ his eyes roam far ahead, looking into the ether. ] This feeling, like... we should be fighting.... something. Anything.
[ the kisses continue to linger downwards, sweeping across daan's chest, traveling down to his abdomen. cloud's lips ghost over the head of his cock; he licks at its tip teasingly. ]
...You look good when you blush. [ he remarks, admiring him from above, warmth pricking at the edges of his voice. ]
...You look good when you blush. [ he remarks, admiring him from above, warmth pricking at the edges of his voice. ]
Ah-- [It hardly takes much for him to get hard again, even just under the briefest contact from Cloud's lips and tongue. The silky heat from it warms him up, hips twitching.
Daan gently tweaks Cloud's ear at the comment.]
Then you must be just pleased with yourself whenever you make me blush, huh?
Daan gently tweaks Cloud's ear at the comment.]
Then you must be just pleased with yourself whenever you make me blush, huh?
[ He remembers an old bar that had something like this in Midgar, back when he'd first started venturing out into the city. As Roche claims his own spot in the booth and starts to thumb through the basket of assorted tobaccos placed next to the bong, he takes a moment to think back on it. That place was much more... seedier than this place, that's for damned sure. Back then, he remembers myriad pairs of eyes leering at him — a newcomer and an outsider encroaching on their turf — while he'd let himself be dazzled by the crew he'd fallen in with. Gods, what was that place called? Not Mad Malboro, no... That was the good one, the classy place over in Eight.
Roche shakes his head after a moment, deciding it wasn't that important. When he can't find what he was looking for, he slides the basket over towards Cloud and tilts his chin at it in a silent request of pick something. In the meantime, he turns his attention to the bong and sets to work on setting everything else up with steady hands. ]
Something-anything other than this, you mean?
[ Wordlessly, he holds his hand out for whatever it is he picks. ]
Is it because of our respective, ah... allegiances? Or something else?
Roche shakes his head after a moment, deciding it wasn't that important. When he can't find what he was looking for, he slides the basket over towards Cloud and tilts his chin at it in a silent request of pick something. In the meantime, he turns his attention to the bong and sets to work on setting everything else up with steady hands. ]
Something-anything other than this, you mean?
[ Wordlessly, he holds his hand out for whatever it is he picks. ]
Is it because of our respective, ah... allegiances? Or something else?
Mmhm.
[ murmured before wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and taking him into his mouth, head bobbing downwards as swallows him bit by bit. cloud comes back up for air, just for a moment— ]
Just like you are right now… it suits you.
[ and then he descends again, lips puckering around daan’s length before he’s back at it. ]
[ murmured before wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and taking him into his mouth, head bobbing downwards as swallows him bit by bit. cloud comes back up for air, just for a moment— ]
Just like you are right now… it suits you.
[ and then he descends again, lips puckering around daan’s length before he’s back at it. ]
[It's a beautiful sight, watching Cloud start to swallow him down. Those pretty lips are working, and stunning eyes gazing up at him. What's nearly unbearable is how gently Cloud is suddenly treating him, a stark contrast from their first round. Daan is gasping, reaching to rest his hand on Cloud's head; not to push him or demand anything, just to leave it there.]
Fuck, Cloud...
Told you-- you're spoiling me.
Fuck, Cloud...
Told you-- you're spoiling me.
[ maybe he is-- and that's exactly how he wants it. cloud focuses on working down to the base of his cock, pushing himself beyond his limits; heat pricks at his eyes, damp and overwhelming.
once he's taken the entirety of him into his mouth's, cloud shoulders rise and fall as he determinedly draws him into measured motions. he doesn't stop, even as his jaw clicks, even as the fullness borders on being all too much. ]
once he's taken the entirety of him into his mouth's, cloud shoulders rise and fall as he determinedly draws him into measured motions. he doesn't stop, even as his jaw clicks, even as the fullness borders on being all too much. ]
Oh...
[Cloud isn't stopping. Of course he isn't; he's a man on a mission, after all. Committed to, exactly, spoiling Daan. It's such a strange thing to still experience; he knows the bruises, the stings on his skin and to enjoy them. To know they're from Cloud, marking him. But this, to be so thoroughly tended to--]
Cloud. Cloud...
[The bruises are, curiously, starting to fade and heal from Daan's skin. The aches fade, and he doesn't notice right at the moment, too deep into enjoying that mouth working away on his cock.]
[Cloud isn't stopping. Of course he isn't; he's a man on a mission, after all. Committed to, exactly, spoiling Daan. It's such a strange thing to still experience; he knows the bruises, the stings on his skin and to enjoy them. To know they're from Cloud, marking him. But this, to be so thoroughly tended to--]
Cloud. Cloud...
[The bruises are, curiously, starting to fade and heal from Daan's skin. The aches fade, and he doesn't notice right at the moment, too deep into enjoying that mouth working away on his cock.]
[ too full. too much. and yet his ears twitch, tantalized by the sound of cloud's name on his mouth -- a pitifully saccharine thing. daan's flesh tastes of salt, and it clings to his tongue, enveloping his mouth as he groans against his cock.
two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]
two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]
[He continues repeating Cloud's name, quickly becoming breathless as he goes. The urge to jerk himself into that hot mouth is there, but the hands on his hips keep him down. Instead, he's at Cloud's wonderful mercy, overwhelming and wonderful and prickling his eye.
Finally, he gasps and shudders under Cloud, lips trembling as he comes for the third time so far. His back arches, fingers gently massaging into Cloud's scalp.
A tear rolls down his cheek; it's terribly vulnerable, as it always is, but Daan has also begun to learn that he can let that happen with Cloud. He can afford to. Maybe, for a change, he's safe.]
Finally, he gasps and shudders under Cloud, lips trembling as he comes for the third time so far. His back arches, fingers gently massaging into Cloud's scalp.
A tear rolls down his cheek; it's terribly vulnerable, as it always is, but Daan has also begun to learn that he can let that happen with Cloud. He can afford to. Maybe, for a change, he's safe.]
[ cloud pulls back, cum spraying across his face in viscous ropes — it dribbles down his jaw, and he swallows the rest crudely before his gaze intertwines with daan’s.
gradually, he crawls onto him, a hand framing his face; it thumbs that tear away. ]
…You okay?
gradually, he crawls onto him, a hand framing his face; it thumbs that tear away. ]
…You okay?
[Ah. Now there's a sight to behold. It's enough that his cock stays hard as he admires the look of it.
Honestly, he'd almost forgotten about the tear for a moment until Cloud brushes it off.]
...Yeah. I think so.
[No frantic statement to ascertain that he's fine when he's not. But truthfully -- yes, in this moment, he does actually feel okay. And he's really, actually safe to feel as he does right now.
He treasures it. Treasures Cloud.]
Fuck, you look good like that, though. [Daan is definitely going to remember that.]
Honestly, he'd almost forgotten about the tear for a moment until Cloud brushes it off.]
...Yeah. I think so.
[No frantic statement to ascertain that he's fine when he's not. But truthfully -- yes, in this moment, he does actually feel okay. And he's really, actually safe to feel as he does right now.
He treasures it. Treasures Cloud.]
Fuck, you look good like that, though. [Daan is definitely going to remember that.]
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