[ at first, he’s hit with relief. then— ah, that shit eating grin. alright. so he was asking for it.

cloud’s fingers curl into the collar daan’s shirt before he yanks him into another kiss, this one far greedier than the last, tongue searching his mouth. his teeth drag at daan’s lower lip. ]

Then you’re mine. I’ll make sure you know it in both body and mind if I have to.

[ a hand fists the center his shirt. the fabric twists in between in his fingers before he practically pries it off, the buttons all coming undone at once. ]

Where do you want me to mark you first?