[ his shoe pivots at an angle, hesitantly weighing down on his cock a bit harder; it's strange, to see someone as strong and well put together as daan at his mercy.
there's a part of him that wonders -- did he like this because people had treated him so poorly for his life? was this the byproduct of years of subservience?
cloud's eyes lower, and despite what his foot itself is doing, there's this ember of clemency burning up in his gaze. ]
Yeah. 'Course you are. [ and they look at one another, as if speaking about something else entirely. ] You... deserve to be treated good, too.
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there's a part of him that wonders -- did he like this because people had treated him so poorly for his life? was this the byproduct of years of subservience?
cloud's eyes lower, and despite what his foot itself is doing, there's this ember of clemency burning up in his gaze. ]
Yeah. 'Course you are. [ and they look at one another, as if speaking about something else entirely. ] You... deserve to be treated good, too.