[There's a wry, breathless little laugh from Daan as he cups Cloud's cheek. He gazes down, quietly impressed and admiring him. Red lips and cheeks, and Cloud is still so damned pretty.]
No way.
Tell me what I can do for you, Cloud. [Gently, Daan presses a thumb to Cloud's lower lip.]
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No way.
Tell me what I can do for you, Cloud. [Gently, Daan presses a thumb to Cloud's lower lip.]