[The kiss this time steals the breath right out of Daan, but frankly he couldn't care; he's glad to lose himself to this kiss, leaning in and opening his mouth for Cloud to roam and claim. He buries his fingers into a hair of spikes, quietly enjoying the texture of it, the defiant shape.
Then he can breathe again. Daan nips at Cloud's jawline.
You're mine. It makes him shiver, thinking about it. To be genuinely wanted is... new. It's so new, but he could drown in it.]
My neck. [Daan is squirming out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Normally he'd take the time to fold it and put it away, but he feels himself growing impatient.] So I can't even cover it with my clothing.
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Then he can breathe again. Daan nips at Cloud's jawline.
You're mine. It makes him shiver, thinking about it. To be genuinely wanted is... new. It's so new, but he could drown in it.]
My neck. [Daan is squirming out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Normally he'd take the time to fold it and put it away, but he feels himself growing impatient.] So I can't even cover it with my clothing.