[ its easier to see if this time — the tear welling in his eye. he assumes it’s the sheer intensity of being fucked in play, but there’s a part of him that wonders if it’s something else, something emotional and intrinsic. so at a painstakingly gradual pace, he bucks into him at a deeper, more pointed angle with the intent of driving him to the edge. his hand is still on his cock, palm to flesh, working in slow and honeyed strokes.
cloud kisses him sweetly — with tenderness on his tongue and warmth on his lips. ]
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cloud kisses him sweetly — with tenderness on his tongue and warmth on his lips. ]
Daan. [ he speaks quietly. ] You mean something.