[Though it isn't long, there's that brief pang of silence as Cloud's fingers suddenly pull away. It's-- quiet. For a moment, he isn't sure what to make of it. For a split second, there's irrational panic -- he said something or did something wrong, of course, he must have; doesn't know how to act, how to be, never enough.
But the moment passes, thankfully. Worries are broken away, and Daan lets out a ragged groan as he feels that cock press inside of him finally. It's becoming familiar now, the sensation of being filled up by Cloud.]
Ahh-- [The breath is squeezed out of him as he's folded over, utterly stuck between Cloud and the wall. The bruises are expected, wanted even, but he's nearly choking on air to swallow it down.]
Wanted-- ah. Wanted this. Want you. [Daan's face burns, but he's trying to speak even as he trips over his words.] Want you to fuck me, Cloud.
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But the moment passes, thankfully. Worries are broken away, and Daan lets out a ragged groan as he feels that cock press inside of him finally. It's becoming familiar now, the sensation of being filled up by Cloud.]
Ahh-- [The breath is squeezed out of him as he's folded over, utterly stuck between Cloud and the wall. The bruises are expected, wanted even, but he's nearly choking on air to swallow it down.]
Wanted-- ah. Wanted this. Want you. [Daan's face burns, but he's trying to speak even as he trips over his words.] Want you to fuck me, Cloud.