[ music to his ears. cloud rolls his nipple in between the pads of his fingers, kneading as his mouth latches onto daan’s collarbone.
he sucks at tender flesh — leaving a trail of bite marks, each one burning with a searing crimson, before dragging his tongue down every aching patch of purple and wound. he wants to lay claim to as much skin as he can, so he does, relentlessly. ]
…There’s no hiding this.
[ his hips pivot up — a hand cups daan’s jaw as he forces him to confront his gaze. ]
no subject
he sucks at tender flesh — leaving a trail of bite marks, each one burning with a searing crimson, before dragging his tongue down every aching patch of purple and wound. he wants to lay claim to as much skin as he can, so he does, relentlessly. ]
…There’s no hiding this.
[ his hips pivot up — a hand cups daan’s jaw as he forces him to confront his gaze. ]
You gonna get shy when they stare?