[ too full. too much. and yet his ears twitch, tantalized by the sound of cloud's name on his mouth -- a pitifully saccharine thing. daan's flesh tastes of salt, and it clings to his tongue, enveloping his mouth as he groans against his cock.
two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]
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two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]