[ cloud's hips pivot forward, and he savors the friction, and the push and pull of their bodies; his breathing grows heavier, intermingled with heady desire, and he kisses down daan's neck fervently.
daan thinks about him, he says -- thinks about him often. the words sear into his mind, and he nearly stops, overcome by the realization. a hand grips daan by the mouth, coaxing his face towards cloud so that their gazes are boring into each other. ]
Daan. [ his cock smears against daan's ass through the fabric of his clothing, rutting up against him all the while. ] I'm not letting you go.
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daan thinks about him, he says -- thinks about him often. the words sear into his mind, and he nearly stops, overcome by the realization. a hand grips daan by the mouth, coaxing his face towards cloud so that their gazes are boring into each other. ]
Daan. [ his cock smears against daan's ass through the fabric of his clothing, rutting up against him all the while. ] I'm not letting you go.