[At Cloud's complete mercy, all Daan can do is mindlessly take it. Each thrust is punctuated with a little ah squeezed out of Daan, a noise so quiet that it can barely be heard under the noisy slap of flesh on flesh. His body is ringing, being driven wild by how good it feels as he edges closer and closer.
Loudest of all is Cloud's sweet words, praising him, downright adoring. Daan makes a helpless mewling sound, unable to talk back even if he wants to.
A hand reaches down, urgently starting to stroke himself.]
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Loudest of all is Cloud's sweet words, praising him, downright adoring. Daan makes a helpless mewling sound, unable to talk back even if he wants to.
A hand reaches down, urgently starting to stroke himself.]
Hhn-- Cloud, Cloud--