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So it seems.
[For now, he leaves his hand in Cloud's, gently squeezing. Leaning over, Daan kisses his shoulder, then again to his throat. With his free hand, he draws his fingertips along Cloud's collarbone, tracing down his chest before resting his hand to his hip.]
Well. How patient are you feeling? [His fingers gently tug that skirt back so he can ghost some contact between Cloud's thighs.] Or should I just get to business?
[For now, he leaves his hand in Cloud's, gently squeezing. Leaning over, Daan kisses his shoulder, then again to his throat. With his free hand, he draws his fingertips along Cloud's collarbone, tracing down his chest before resting his hand to his hip.]
Well. How patient are you feeling? [His fingers gently tug that skirt back so he can ghost some contact between Cloud's thighs.] Or should I just get to business?
Didn't realize how touchy-feely you were 'till now.
[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
I'll let you pick.
[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
I'll let you pick.
So considerate.
[Lightly, he drags his teeth over Cloud's throat, tracing over his pulse before giving a harder nip to the collarbone. More firmly, Daan presses his palm against Cloud's crotch, rubbing at him.]
I could tease you, then. I wonder how long you'd last until you started begging? Or would that be too mean for you? [Daan smiles in that way that's just a bit too sharp, a cat debating on how to play with the cornered mouse.] Guess you're just gonna have to tell me.
[But first, Daan does kiss Cloud firmly on the lips, humming against him. Although his hand finally works his cock out from the panties, Daan's fingers are featherlight, as if to barely trace his length from base to tip with no real grip to it.]
[Lightly, he drags his teeth over Cloud's throat, tracing over his pulse before giving a harder nip to the collarbone. More firmly, Daan presses his palm against Cloud's crotch, rubbing at him.]
I could tease you, then. I wonder how long you'd last until you started begging? Or would that be too mean for you? [Daan smiles in that way that's just a bit too sharp, a cat debating on how to play with the cornered mouse.] Guess you're just gonna have to tell me.
[But first, Daan does kiss Cloud firmly on the lips, humming against him. Although his hand finally works his cock out from the panties, Daan's fingers are featherlight, as if to barely trace his length from base to tip with no real grip to it.]
[That's Marina for him, she's pure audacity. All five foot four of this girl. No need to drag her, though, she's practically skipping along at his side,]
Oh, the flooring here is best for carving! [Whoops, she hushes herself, hehee]
Higher up it's too well monitored, go down low and the naked concrete is just too tough. Being mid is just right.
Oh, the flooring here is best for carving! [Whoops, she hushes herself, hehee]
Higher up it's too well monitored, go down low and the naked concrete is just too tough. Being mid is just right.
[ there’s an intake of breath as daan’s teeth graze against his skin; he sucks in air at the sudden warmth against his cock, so suddenly juxtaposed by the cool air hitting it in full force. even when daan was teasing, the edges of him had frayed into something soft — cloud melts into the kiss, breath hitching as he lightly brushes his fingers up his cock. ]
So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?
So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?
[If nothing else, seeing Cloud blushing and watching how he breathes is pleasing to study. He continues his light, teasing touch, then pauses to just absently rub his index finger against the tip.
Daan chuckles, nipping at an earlobe before he murmurs into it.]
Spank bank. Is that what we're calling it?
Well. I have a very good memory -- so it is a distinct chance. Maybe I'll fuck myself open with my fingers while I'm thinking of you?
Daan chuckles, nipping at an earlobe before he murmurs into it.]
Spank bank. Is that what we're calling it?
Well. I have a very good memory -- so it is a distinct chance. Maybe I'll fuck myself open with my fingers while I'm thinking of you?
[ he gasps at his touch — and, embarrassingly, bucks right into his hand. cloud’s jaw tenses, eyes straying as daan’s teeth clip at his ear. ]
…Mm. [ he’s thinking about it and hardening in real time, whoops. ] I…
I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you before. [ he admits in a fit of honesty, ears hot. ] …To thoughts of us together.
…Mm. [ he’s thinking about it and hardening in real time, whoops. ] I…
I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you before. [ he admits in a fit of honesty, ears hot. ] …To thoughts of us together.
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You're adorable when you're blushing so much.
[Teeth tug at his earlobe, a little harder. Fingers circle lightly around the head of his cock before idly brushing down to the base, as if it was an afterthought.]
Oh? How naughty. Tell me, what were you thinking about when you were doing that, Cloud? How did you imagine me?
[Teeth tug at his earlobe, a little harder. Fingers circle lightly around the head of his cock before idly brushing down to the base, as if it was an afterthought.]
Oh? How naughty. Tell me, what were you thinking about when you were doing that, Cloud? How did you imagine me?
Hah. Right back at you.
[ yeah, he's still red to his ears and trying to play it cool, whatever. his fingers find daan's shirt, curling into the fabric and clenching tightly. his hips shift, and he's leaning into his touch all the more as the heat trickles into the pit of his stomach. ]
Mmm... [ it's humiliating to admit, but-- ] Lot of things, and lots of ways. Me inside you, you inside me. On the bed, against the wall, over a counter, in public-- just...wanted us to touch each other -- and not stop.
[ yeah, he's still red to his ears and trying to play it cool, whatever. his fingers find daan's shirt, curling into the fabric and clenching tightly. his hips shift, and he's leaning into his touch all the more as the heat trickles into the pit of his stomach. ]
Mmm... [ it's humiliating to admit, but-- ] Lot of things, and lots of ways. Me inside you, you inside me. On the bed, against the wall, over a counter, in public-- just...wanted us to touch each other -- and not stop.
[ Tifa, somehow, has less experience than he does. She hasn't processed that the time she's spent with Nami or Mitsuru could count as a date. But the social rules have been ingrained in her since childhood. It's why she fussed so badly about what to wear, and why she's being so careful with her words and how much they touch.
She does notice how much more nicely he's dressed, staring a little too long with her chest tightening. She's...attracted to him. She can admit that, in this context. But there's something else too. He didn't know how to do this in Midgar, she's pretty sure, but she doesn't know. That space between them feels wider than ever. Did she misjudge him? Or had he learned this here, where their precariously crossed paths were hurtling away from each other again?
She couldn't think like that. He'd wanted to do this with her. That was all that mattered. Right?
It's easier, once they're seated. She sees that soft look in his eye and it calms her. They're still the same kids they always were. Even if it feels like, somehow, she's going to do the wrong thing and break everything they've managed to piece back together.
She's thankful for his teasing; it pulls her back to the present. ]
That makes two of us.
[ She smiles, but her throat is too tight to find more words. She needs to, though, because she knows its harder for him, and he asked her, so she should help-- ]
O-oh. [ She's staring at him, to the flower, and back to him. For a moment, it feels like this can't possibly be real, that she has to be in the throes of another dream.
But her dreams are never this detailed, and the surprise twists into a grin wide enough she ducks her head, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm as she takes it. Her heart is going wild and she's trying not to hide her face in her hands. Cloud got her a gift. He dressed up. He asked her on a date. Did he-- Had he been thinking about her--? ]
It's beautiful. Thank you. [ No pockets of her own, she tucks it behind her ear. She lifts her hand, like she's going to squeeze his thigh take his hand or something, but it falters mid gesture. She recovers by curling it into a fist, bumping him lightly on the shoulder. ] You look really nice, you know.
She does notice how much more nicely he's dressed, staring a little too long with her chest tightening. She's...attracted to him. She can admit that, in this context. But there's something else too. He didn't know how to do this in Midgar, she's pretty sure, but she doesn't know. That space between them feels wider than ever. Did she misjudge him? Or had he learned this here, where their precariously crossed paths were hurtling away from each other again?
She couldn't think like that. He'd wanted to do this with her. That was all that mattered. Right?
It's easier, once they're seated. She sees that soft look in his eye and it calms her. They're still the same kids they always were. Even if it feels like, somehow, she's going to do the wrong thing and break everything they've managed to piece back together.
She's thankful for his teasing; it pulls her back to the present. ]
That makes two of us.
[ She smiles, but her throat is too tight to find more words. She needs to, though, because she knows its harder for him, and he asked her, so she should help-- ]
O-oh. [ She's staring at him, to the flower, and back to him. For a moment, it feels like this can't possibly be real, that she has to be in the throes of another dream.
But her dreams are never this detailed, and the surprise twists into a grin wide enough she ducks her head, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm as she takes it. Her heart is going wild and she's trying not to hide her face in her hands. Cloud got her a gift. He dressed up. He asked her on a date. Did he-- Had he been thinking about her--? ]
It's beautiful. Thank you. [ No pockets of her own, she tucks it behind her ear. She lifts her hand, like she's going to squeeze his thigh take his hand or something, but it falters mid gesture. She recovers by curling it into a fist, bumping him lightly on the shoulder. ] You look really nice, you know.
Aw, flatterer.
[Daan knows that he likes it, and hardly takes offense, especially with him more or less in control right now. The smile stays, albeit becomes a bit more fond as he sees Cloud's fingers curl into his shirt. That's pretty damned cute.
There's a nuzzle to his temple before he kisses it.]
Sounds like someone's got it bad. How do you manage to keep it in your pants all day, huh? [Suddenly, Daan squeezes his hand more firmly around Cloud's cock at the base, giving him a firm stroke and rubbing his thumb around the crown. One more pump with his palm, then abruptly he goes back to those light touches.]
[Daan knows that he likes it, and hardly takes offense, especially with him more or less in control right now. The smile stays, albeit becomes a bit more fond as he sees Cloud's fingers curl into his shirt. That's pretty damned cute.
There's a nuzzle to his temple before he kisses it.]
Sounds like someone's got it bad. How do you manage to keep it in your pants all day, huh? [Suddenly, Daan squeezes his hand more firmly around Cloud's cock at the base, giving him a firm stroke and rubbing his thumb around the crown. One more pump with his palm, then abruptly he goes back to those light touches.]
Clearly, I don't.
[ just stating the obvious, daan. if he could point at the hand on his dick he would. he's too busy holding in his breath, brows knitting, jaw shifting as it turns taut. and then he's back to gasping for air once daan pulls his palm away.
fuck. he's aching for it. ]
Daan-- [ it borders a whine, the way he says it. ]
[ just stating the obvious, daan. if he could point at the hand on his dick he would. he's too busy holding in his breath, brows knitting, jaw shifting as it turns taut. and then he's back to gasping for air once daan pulls his palm away.
fuck. he's aching for it. ]
Daan-- [ it borders a whine, the way he says it. ]
Hmm, I suppose so. After all, look at you now.
[There's a wicked smile on Daan's face, and he tilts his head as he hears the way Cloud's voice sounds as he says his name.]
What was that? [Daan presses his index finger and thumb around the tip, not quite pinching or pulling, but enough to make sure that his grip can be felt -- such as it is.] Can I help you with something?
[There's a wicked smile on Daan's face, and he tilts his head as he hears the way Cloud's voice sounds as he says his name.]
What was that? [Daan presses his index finger and thumb around the tip, not quite pinching or pulling, but enough to make sure that his grip can be felt -- such as it is.] Can I help you with something?
Don't act like this isn't a two-way street...
[ he's grumbling now, flush as he speaks. then daan toys with him, teasing at the tip of his cock, and cloud jerks forward. ]
Daan. [ he breathes out again. ]
P...[ more shyly: ] Please...
[ he's grumbling now, flush as he speaks. then daan toys with him, teasing at the tip of his cock, and cloud jerks forward. ]
Daan. [ he breathes out again. ]
P...[ more shyly: ] Please...
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Oh, of course it is. I think about you plenty, Cloud.
[At the plea, Daan's expression softens and he leans in, pressing his lips to Cloud's; he licks into his mouth, sighing contentedly. His hand wraps more securely around that cock, starting to stroke in earnest.
Reluctantly, he parts from that kiss, whispering against Cloud's lips:]
There's a good boy. Is that better?
[At the plea, Daan's expression softens and he leans in, pressing his lips to Cloud's; he licks into his mouth, sighing contentedly. His hand wraps more securely around that cock, starting to stroke in earnest.
Reluctantly, he parts from that kiss, whispering against Cloud's lips:]
There's a good boy. Is that better?
R...Really?
[ he's caught in a daze, blinking through it momentarily; his head turns, eyes widening as he processes what he's just said.
he can hardly think before the heat of daan's mouth overtakes his own. a soft whimper escapes him, and his knees go weak. ]
Please... [ he asks again, voice still on the cusp of a whisper. ] Keep going...
[ he's caught in a daze, blinking through it momentarily; his head turns, eyes widening as he processes what he's just said.
he can hardly think before the heat of daan's mouth overtakes his own. a soft whimper escapes him, and his knees go weak. ]
Please... [ he asks again, voice still on the cusp of a whisper. ] Keep going...
Is that such a surprise?
[In the best and worst ways, Daan truly does. But ultimately, it's his own fault things have gotten so far like this, he should fix it sometime--
Though the way that whimper breaks out from Cloud spurs him on. Daan pulls his hand back only momentarily so he can lick his palm, making it slicker before he goes back to pumping that cock in his hand. The grip remains tighter than with all that teasing from before, and his other hand reaches for Cloud's again.]
How could I refuse you when you ask me so sweetly? [Daan kisses his jawline, then nibbles his neck, canines just scraping lightly.]
[In the best and worst ways, Daan truly does. But ultimately, it's his own fault things have gotten so far like this, he should fix it sometime--
Though the way that whimper breaks out from Cloud spurs him on. Daan pulls his hand back only momentarily so he can lick his palm, making it slicker before he goes back to pumping that cock in his hand. The grip remains tighter than with all that teasing from before, and his other hand reaches for Cloud's again.]
How could I refuse you when you ask me so sweetly? [Daan kisses his jawline, then nibbles his neck, canines just scraping lightly.]
...Just--
[ it's hard-- to say it with or without the haze. his eyes screw shut, and he presses up against daan, desperate for more contact. ]
Don't...expect anyone to, really. 'Specially not you...
[ his breath grows heavier, want drenching his senses. a hand moves to grip daan by the back of his head, threading through his hair, urging him onwards-- ]
Don't stop.
[ it's hard-- to say it with or without the haze. his eyes screw shut, and he presses up against daan, desperate for more contact. ]
Don't...expect anyone to, really. 'Specially not you...
[ his breath grows heavier, want drenching his senses. a hand moves to grip daan by the back of his head, threading through his hair, urging him onwards-- ]
Don't stop.
Silly of you.
[His hand gently squeezes Cloud's, leaning in to press himself against the other man as he's drawn in by the hand. Lips drag over Cloud's cheek, and he murmurs against him.]
I won't. Not until you're done.
Are you gonna come for me, like a good boy? [He smiles against him, his hand moving faster.] Let go, Cloud.
[His hand gently squeezes Cloud's, leaning in to press himself against the other man as he's drawn in by the hand. Lips drag over Cloud's cheek, and he murmurs against him.]
I won't. Not until you're done.
Are you gonna come for me, like a good boy? [He smiles against him, his hand moving faster.] Let go, Cloud.
Haa- Daan...!
[ daan is warm; so unfathomably warm. his throat tightens, and as he rocks into his hand, desperate and pleading, cloud cums with a strained moan. what a way to stain this corset.
his body goes limp against daan, content to savor his body heat and touch for a moment. and then, quietly: ]
Did you... [ he looks away. ] mean what you said-- about...thinking of me?
[ daan is warm; so unfathomably warm. his throat tightens, and as he rocks into his hand, desperate and pleading, cloud cums with a strained moan. what a way to stain this corset.
his body goes limp against daan, content to savor his body heat and touch for a moment. and then, quietly: ]
Did you... [ he looks away. ] mean what you said-- about...thinking of me?
Good. Very good.
[It's a lovely sight, watching him become undone, gasping his name. Though Daan does try to catch as much as he can, but alas the poor corset. Daan will make sure to pay for it and a replacement proper.
He lets Cloud lean against him, idly taking the time to lick his hand clean with a not unfamiliar flavor. As he finishes off along his fingers, he pauses at the question. Daan lowers his gaze, closing his eye before he gives a little nod.]
Does that bother you?
[It's a lovely sight, watching him become undone, gasping his name. Though Daan does try to catch as much as he can, but alas the poor corset. Daan will make sure to pay for it and a replacement proper.
He lets Cloud lean against him, idly taking the time to lick his hand clean with a not unfamiliar flavor. As he finishes off along his fingers, he pauses at the question. Daan lowers his gaze, closing his eye before he gives a little nod.]
Does that bother you?
[ there’s a heat pricking at his stomach at the sight of daan licking his fingers clean, cloud watching as he swallows down rivulets of his cum. but then daan answers his question, and cloud’s hand clasps around his, holding it in place. ]
…No. [ he mutters into his skin, voice still hushed. ] I’m…
I’m… glad.
[ as if correcting what he said earlier: ]
I don’t… only think about you in that way. You know that, right?
…No. [ he mutters into his skin, voice still hushed. ] I’m…
I’m… glad.
[ as if correcting what he said earlier: ]
I don’t… only think about you in that way. You know that, right?
[Another pause, but eventually Daan nods before he gives Cloud a little nudge, a little squeeze to his hand.]
I know. With you... I'm not worried about that.
[No, he has other things he is much more concerned about. This... whatever kind of bond they have going on, that's much more worrisome.]
In fact, you're very stubborn about making sure I'm treated right.
I know. With you... I'm not worried about that.
[No, he has other things he is much more concerned about. This... whatever kind of bond they have going on, that's much more worrisome.]
In fact, you're very stubborn about making sure I'm treated right.
…Makes it sound like you’re worried about something else.
[ maybe he’s just — insecure, but the phrasing doesn’t evade him entirely. his grip on his hand tightens, a thumb sweeping over his skin. ]
…You’ve dealt with enough. I don’t want a repeat of that.
[ maybe he’s just — insecure, but the phrasing doesn’t evade him entirely. his grip on his hand tightens, a thumb sweeping over his skin. ]
…You’ve dealt with enough. I don’t want a repeat of that.
Can't blame me for that considering our circumstances, can you?
[It's probably a cheap answer, he realizes. But he doesn't want to bring up everything else weighing on his mind; it seems so unfair to do it now, in a moment on vulnerability for Cloud.]
You're really quite protective, aren't you? ...But thank you. I'm... still not used to that, really.
[It means more than he is willing to say right now. How it makes him think a bit about Elise, and... why was that so different?]
[It's probably a cheap answer, he realizes. But he doesn't want to bring up everything else weighing on his mind; it seems so unfair to do it now, in a moment on vulnerability for Cloud.]
You're really quite protective, aren't you? ...But thank you. I'm... still not used to that, really.
[It means more than he is willing to say right now. How it makes him think a bit about Elise, and... why was that so different?]
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