[ spurred on by every sound, every affirmation that parts from his lips, cloud snaps his hips right into him; the feeling is painfully, beautifully tight, warmth permeating his very being.
he fucks into daan mercilessly. wants to render him incoherent, wordless even, as he angles his hips up so he can find that sweet spot — he knows it well enough by now. ]
You’re so good for me, Daan… [ and he rolls his hips, each thrust more punishing than the last. ] All the time. Always.
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he fucks into daan mercilessly. wants to render him incoherent, wordless even, as he angles his hips up so he can find that sweet spot — he knows it well enough by now. ]
You’re so good for me, Daan… [ and he rolls his hips, each thrust more punishing than the last. ] All the time. Always.