[Daan hardly expects anything elegant or flawless, and he's certainly had much worse oral anyway. Aside from mere observance of skill, it's still enjoyable; who could complain about a hot mouth and tongue working over his cock, after all? But most importantly to him, it's watching Cloud like this. On his knees, dressed up in that pretty corset and his lips around Daan, trying so hard for him.

So much effort Cloud has done, just for Daan. Even if he cannot conceive the why of it all the time, he values it. He values Cloud.

Affectionately, he brushes his fingers through that head of hair, sighing softly as he watches, keeping his hips still even if there is the base urge to just push in. Daan might not have much of a gag reflex anymore but he's perfectly aware of others. Cloud comes off of his dick, looking up with those eyes, and Daan honestly can't help but form a small smile, warm and fond.]

More than okay. [Fingers trace over Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, appreciating him.] You're doing good, Cloud.

You can use your hand for what you aren't comfortable taking in yet, if you want. Try using your tongue a little more as well.