[ it verifies the worst of his concerns — that daan likes being mistreated in certain ways because it’s what he knows best. that likely wasn’t the full story, he was a man with his own autonomy, his own control, but he couldn’t purge the line of thought either.
it baffles him for a moment. all that sex and nobody’s…thought to treat him with this much decency.
cloud thumbs at his cheek, where he can still see the dried trail of a tear. ]
…Ain’t your fault. [ is the first thing that comes to mind. ] Daan, I…
[ he never has the words. he hates that about himself. ]
no subject
[ it verifies the worst of his concerns — that daan likes being mistreated in certain ways because it’s what he knows best. that likely wasn’t the full story, he was a man with his own autonomy, his own control, but he couldn’t purge the line of thought either.
it baffles him for a moment. all that sex and nobody’s…thought to treat him with this much decency.
cloud thumbs at his cheek, where he can still see the dried trail of a tear. ]
…Ain’t your fault. [ is the first thing that comes to mind. ] Daan, I…
[ he never has the words. he hates that about himself. ]
I won’t stop until you get used to it.