[He can't think, he can't do anything but take it, and it's so good. Daan's fingers curl tighter into Cloud's shoulders, and he looks down at him, brows knitted.]
Want-- want to be good for you.
[Daan's voice is strained, desperate, and honest, like a confession. With it being said, Daan chokes on a sound, suddenly finding himself squeezing around Cloud's cock, coming untouched this time.]
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[He can't think, he can't do anything but take it, and it's so good. Daan's fingers curl tighter into Cloud's shoulders, and he looks down at him, brows knitted.]
Want-- want to be good for you.
[Daan's voice is strained, desperate, and honest, like a confession. With it being said, Daan chokes on a sound, suddenly finding himself squeezing around Cloud's cock, coming untouched this time.]