[ cloud loses himself inside of him — with a groan, he finishes, fucking him through the crescendo of his orgasm. he lets daan cling onto him, now moving towards one of the abandoned chairs in the dressing room.
he takes a seat, and his hand stiffens — before smoothing down daan’s back very, very slowly, as is if he has tell himself to go through with the motion. ]
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he takes a seat, and his hand stiffens — before smoothing down daan’s back very, very slowly, as is if he has tell himself to go through with the motion. ]
Hey. [ he mumbles. ] You okay?
[ he noticed that tear, after all. ]