[There's a content sigh as Cloud gets back to work; fortunately, Daan is exceptionally easy to please, leaning back and watching. He can't be disappointed at the sight of it, not the hot tongue licking him or the hand touching the base, stroking.
Honestly, if it stayed as just that, Daan would've been find with it. Naturally, though, Cloud pushes himself to please, more and more. He debates trying to stop him, to assure Cloud that he doesn't need to, but he's also one of the most stubborn men he's ever met, so there's no real stopping it anyway.
Eventually, those lips are close, so close as Cloud takes him all the way, those eyes searching for approval. Daan gives in pants, gazing down with sweat on his brow.]
Fuck. Cloud. [It does become harder to not just thrust now, to chase after that feeling, but Daan steels himself. He pets Cloud's hair, murmuring:] Good, that's very good.
Close. [It wouldn't take much more for him to finish.]
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Honestly, if it stayed as just that, Daan would've been find with it. Naturally, though, Cloud pushes himself to please, more and more. He debates trying to stop him, to assure Cloud that he doesn't need to, but he's also one of the most stubborn men he's ever met, so there's no real stopping it anyway.
Eventually, those lips are close, so close as Cloud takes him all the way, those eyes searching for approval. Daan gives in pants, gazing down with sweat on his brow.]
Fuck. Cloud. [It does become harder to not just thrust now, to chase after that feeling, but Daan steels himself. He pets Cloud's hair, murmuring:] Good, that's very good.
Close. [It wouldn't take much more for him to finish.]