[Once their lips meet again in a kiss, Daan lets himself moan openly, barely stifled by Cloud's mouth. He makes a desperate whine when they part, his hips bucking into the hand stroking him.
The harsh strike to his ass earns a cry, his back arching, trying to press up against Cloud more. Briefly, he's almost forgotten about the people at the end of the hallway, but a brief glance toward them makes the reality sink in. His face burns, both bashful and utterly consumed by how badly he wants the other man.]
Fuck-- please. Please, Cloud. [Daan reaches back, hooking his finger into a part of his panties before he's spreading himself open by gripping one cheek of his ass.]
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The harsh strike to his ass earns a cry, his back arching, trying to press up against Cloud more. Briefly, he's almost forgotten about the people at the end of the hallway, but a brief glance toward them makes the reality sink in. His face burns, both bashful and utterly consumed by how badly he wants the other man.]
Fuck-- please. Please, Cloud. [Daan reaches back, hooking his finger into a part of his panties before he's spreading himself open by gripping one cheek of his ass.]
Please.