Already told you. You’re mine — and I want people to know it.

[ he, of course, would not be doing this had daan not enabled it; it’s a challenge in a sense, a thing he wants to push and press.

then, more gently— ]

…If it gets to be too much, tell me. Okay?

[ and then he pushes the door open, entering the hallway. it’s swathed in golden light, empty as the well varnished tiling clicks beneath his feet.

he looks around— there are people, down at the end of the hallway, but it’s fine. cloud sets daan down so that his back is facing him, cornering him against the wall. a hand ghosts over his cock through the fabric of his panties. ]

…What do you want? [ his chin settles into the crook of daan’s shoulder, his other hand tilting daan’s face towards him. ]