[ there’s a heat pricking at his stomach at the sight of daan licking his fingers clean, cloud watching as he swallows down rivulets of his cum. but then daan answers his question, and cloud’s hand clasps around his, holding it in place. ]
…No. [ he mutters into his skin, voice still hushed. ] I’m…
I’m… glad.
[ as if correcting what he said earlier: ]
I don’t… only think about you in that way. You know that, right?
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…No. [ he mutters into his skin, voice still hushed. ] I’m…
I’m… glad.
[ as if correcting what he said earlier: ]
I don’t… only think about you in that way. You know that, right?