[There's the satisfying sensation of the finger pressing inside. It's not enough, of course. It won't be until Cloud's cock is splitting him open and fucking him in front of everyone, but it tides him over only just; his tongue starts to feel heavy in his mouth, and finds himself trying to chase after the hands tending to him. The one on his cock, stroking him; the one getting him ready, opening him up.
Daan shudders at the teeth against his ear, and he peers back over his shoulder with a heated gaze. When he speaks, his voice is breathy, needy.]
They... should know. Should know how good you make me feel. [Biting his lip, he tries to push himself back onto Cloud's finger more urgently, practically begging for more.]
Want them to know. [Even if it's making him blush fiercely.]
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Daan shudders at the teeth against his ear, and he peers back over his shoulder with a heated gaze. When he speaks, his voice is breathy, needy.]
They... should know. Should know how good you make me feel. [Biting his lip, he tries to push himself back onto Cloud's finger more urgently, practically begging for more.]
Want them to know. [Even if it's making him blush fiercely.]