I'm sure. I'm just... [There's a slow inhale, then the admission:] I like how you treat me. With either bruises, or... the other way.

[The delicate touches. The kindness. Those are the words he's looking for, but it flusters him to say it. They're things he isn't used to, but he's finding that he does enjoy it more and more.]

Heh, well. I'm not gonna say "no."

But you're gonna want to clean that off. Dried cum can be real nasty. [Daan leans in, sliding his tongue over Cloud's chin, tasting himself.]