[Softly Daan hums at the hands sliding up his waist, giving a more firm roll of his hips. He smiles to himself, as if flustered at the compliment. Maybe he is; he knows it's sincere, after all.]
Beautiful all covered by bruises you made, hm?
[He rises and falls on his cock again and again, sighing as he goes, sounding content. Fingers fan over Cloud's shoulders, slowly pushing open his shirt. Unlike how roughly he enjoyed himself under Cloud's hands and mouth, Daan idly traces his thumbs over Cloud's nipples, noting but precise and careful with his touches.]
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Beautiful all covered by bruises you made, hm?
[He rises and falls on his cock again and again, sighing as he goes, sounding content. Fingers fan over Cloud's shoulders, slowly pushing open his shirt. Unlike how roughly he enjoyed himself under Cloud's hands and mouth, Daan idly traces his thumbs over Cloud's nipples, noting but precise and careful with his touches.]