[Ah. Fuck. He isn't surprised to hear it, but to have that openly acknowledged in front of him-- damn it, he should do something about that, right? But he internally winces the way he described it to Marina. I should cure him of that.

But that thought process is quickly done away with as he sees Cloud sink down to his knees, working Daan's trousers open. There's a sharp inhale at the hot, smooth tongue passing over his cock, Daan's hand reaching to gently comb through Cloud's hair.]

'Course I can. [Daan huffs softly.] But I told you -- you're gonna spoil me, Cloud.

...Take it slow. Don't rush yourself. I can be patient. All right?