[ daan holds his face in his hands, and cloud peers up at him, eyes reflecting like pools of water — like glaciers thawing over. there’s an innocence about his features, both uncharacteristic and true to who he is. ]

…Want it to be good for you, too. [ his hands press onto his thighs. ] I… wanna make sure I can make you feel good, no matter what. I… wanna be good to you. Around you. For you.

[ he’s getting ahead of himself. this is about more than the sex and he knows it. ]

Tell me what you want from me.