[If nothing else, seeing Cloud blushing and watching how he breathes is pleasing to study. He continues his light, teasing touch, then pauses to just absently rub his index finger against the tip.

Daan chuckles, nipping at an earlobe before he murmurs into it.]

Spank bank. Is that what we're calling it?

Well. I have a very good memory -- so it is a distinct chance. Maybe I'll fuck myself open with my fingers while I'm thinking of you?