[ the approval satisfies him. spurs him on, even. with a nod, cloud ruts up against daan, relishing the building heat in between them. his pace starts slow, the tempo steady, before it quickens into something more animalistic.
cloud’s mouth skirts up the curvature of daan’s neck. his teeth graze against skin — before sinking into his flesh, biting, arms suspending daan against him. ]
Mm. [ salt spreads across his tongue. ] Tell me what you want.
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cloud’s mouth skirts up the curvature of daan’s neck. his teeth graze against skin — before sinking into his flesh, biting, arms suspending daan against him. ]
Mm. [ salt spreads across his tongue. ] Tell me what you want.