[Usually, this is about the time he wants to be bitten, that sharp pain meshing into pleasure to deliver him over the threshold. This time, he does not ask, smothered by kindness and affection, gently held like he's made of glass. Cloud keeps looking at him, at him, not through him or anything less than seeing Daan as a person, someone to be cared for.
All the while, he finds himself whimpering under his hand, stroking him, rubbing at him; he's so tenderly being fucked, and cradled by Cloud's sheer strength.
His eye burns, tearing up.]
Cloud. Cloud. [Arms cling on, and he sucks in a breath desperately.] I'm close...
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All the while, he finds himself whimpering under his hand, stroking him, rubbing at him; he's so tenderly being fucked, and cradled by Cloud's sheer strength.
His eye burns, tearing up.]
Cloud. Cloud. [Arms cling on, and he sucks in a breath desperately.] I'm close...