[Getting to this point feels like so much. Obviously, it feels good, the hand stroking him so carefully and Cloud thrusting into him more and more -- but instead of a harsh bite digging into is throat, it's soft and sweet kisses to his lips. The promise that he has worth.
Clemency.
Daan comes with a sob in his throat, that tear finally sliding down over his cheek. He clenches down around Cloud, his cock spilling. A conundrum in the making as he feels both light and too damned heavy at once, and he doesn't know how to be somewhere in the middle. It's too much, it's wonderful, he's scared.
So he finds himself burying his face into Cloud's neck, unsure of what else to do but hold on, trembling through the aftershocks.]
Cloud. [Daan wants to correct him. Wants to tell him to stop, stop wasting time, stop trying to find something that can't possibly be there, but he can't form the words.
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Clemency.
Daan comes with a sob in his throat, that tear finally sliding down over his cheek. He clenches down around Cloud, his cock spilling. A conundrum in the making as he feels both light and too damned heavy at once, and he doesn't know how to be somewhere in the middle. It's too much, it's wonderful, he's scared.
So he finds himself burying his face into Cloud's neck, unsure of what else to do but hold on, trembling through the aftershocks.]
Cloud. [Daan wants to correct him. Wants to tell him to stop, stop wasting time, stop trying to find something that can't possibly be there, but he can't form the words.
So he just holds on.]