[A hand cups the back of Cloud's head, gently scratching through spikes and against his scalp. He leans into the kiss, smiling slightly against him; it's slow, and gentle, nothing quick and fierce. Daan enjoys both, but the former feels so rare until recently.
He'll let himself chase after it.
Cloud's invitation earns a brief little laugh from Daan. It's short, but genuine.]
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He'll let himself chase after it.
Cloud's invitation earns a brief little laugh from Daan. It's short, but genuine.]
How could I turn you down wit a line like that?