[It echoes in his mind, the idea of being Cloud's. Mine. Daan's fingers dig into Cloud's shoulders, pressing desperately into the kiss.]
I do.
[That even if he aims to win the game, he'd come back to Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, gasping at the teeth on his throat and suction encouraging a fresh bruise to form on his skin. The sensation runs down to his dick, pleasurable, but moreso with the concept of Cloud leaving his marks on his skin like a canvas.]
Ah. [A small noise is pulled out and he squirms a little at the touch against his nipple, sensitive as ever. Daan strokes a palm down Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, marveling for a moment at how beautiful he is.] More. Give me more.
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I do.
[That even if he aims to win the game, he'd come back to Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, gasping at the teeth on his throat and suction encouraging a fresh bruise to form on his skin. The sensation runs down to his dick, pleasurable, but moreso with the concept of Cloud leaving his marks on his skin like a canvas.]
Ah. [A small noise is pulled out and he squirms a little at the touch against his nipple, sensitive as ever. Daan strokes a palm down Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, marveling for a moment at how beautiful he is.] More. Give me more.