[Softly, Daan moans into the kiss, finding it more pleasurable the sweeter it is. When their lips part finally, Daan is panting softly, brows knitted and his eye looking up at Cloud.
The tip of his cock pressing up against him is expected, but the hand going to his own earns gasp.] Ah-- [Daan presses his forehead against Cloud's, as if that'll ground him any better. It's so much, why is it so much?
As if he could find his answer in this way, he presses into another kiss, a quiet whine escaping him. He feels so oddly overwhelmed, but not in a way that deters the entire thing. But it makes his chest feel full, his body warm and face hot.]
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The tip of his cock pressing up against him is expected, but the hand going to his own earns gasp.] Ah-- [Daan presses his forehead against Cloud's, as if that'll ground him any better. It's so much, why is it so much?
As if he could find his answer in this way, he presses into another kiss, a quiet whine escaping him. He feels so oddly overwhelmed, but not in a way that deters the entire thing. But it makes his chest feel full, his body warm and face hot.]
You're-- so good to me.