[ cloud lifts his heel — before descending to scoop daan into his arms. this was much better. he then braces him against the wall of the dressing room, hauling his legs around him, holding him up in place. ]
I won’t drop you. Promise.
[ and then one of his hands traces down his cock before stopping shy of his entrance. he kisses a strip up his neck before finding his lips, drawing him into something warm and long, heated like a pulsing heart. ]
no subject
I won’t drop you. Promise.
[ and then one of his hands traces down his cock before stopping shy of his entrance. he kisses a strip up his neck before finding his lips, drawing him into something warm and long, heated like a pulsing heart. ]
What do you want?