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[ his features soften at that kiss — the patch of skin where daan’s lips had been tingles, and cloud looks on with the expression of a dog with its ears folded over. ]

…Fine. [ his arms fold, crossing over one another as he braces his back against the wall. probably in some attempt to appear cool and unbothered (he is neither of those things). ]

I’ll be waiting here. [ take your time, he means to say. ]

[Cloud trying so hard to be cool... Endearing.

It's a pretty simple thing to get on, fortunately. After Daan undresses, he starts with the panties, which... yeah, they definitely don't really do much for covering his rear, but Daan had honestly been expecting that. And it's not really about getting a proper fit so much as it's about appealing to Cloud.

The stockings he carefully slides on, then hooks up to the garters, which is something he's a bit more familiar with but more for a practical use. This is again more for appearances than anything.

Daan opens the door, but doesn't open it all the way. He just looks out behind it.]

Hey. Come in and have a look.

[ cloud jolts at the sound of his voice, completely demolishing his very convincingly unbothered veneer. he had spent the entire time simply wondering how he’d look as he changed, fingers traveling down skin, cloth hitching up against him.

…and now he’s inviting him to come take a look. okay. be cool. be normal. cloud stands at the front of his dressing room, looking around swiftly with a turn of the head before slipping in.

he holds his breath for a moment. gets a real good look, eyes drifting down his body, drinking in the sight. swallowing air, cloud takes a moment to speak. ]

You… [ a pause. ] look good. Really good.

[ he’s flustering right now, don’t mind. of course, he has to ask— ]

Turn around, too.

[It strikes him as a bit funny that Cloud thinks he has to put on such an appearance, but... well, at the same time, Daan does also understand a bit what that's like.

But he likes him as is. Especially when he's sweet, and soft with Daan.

For now, Daan welcomes Cloud into the changing room, looking satisfied at his assessment so far.]

Then you did well in picking this out, didn't you?

[yep of course that was gonna happen. At least this time Daan is expecting it and offers a wry smile before he turns around for Cloud, bending over just slightly for him.]

Well?

[ yeah, all of this is going straight to his dick. his lips thin into a line as he tries to contain himself, but the flush on his face is undeniably visible now. ]

Don’t think… [ … ] it was a matter of what I picked. You were always going to look good.

[ and of course, daan bends over, as if dangling a carrot on a stick. well, he didn’t say he couldn’t touch so— cloud minimizes the distance between them, hands coming up to palm at his ass. ]

Knew they wouldn’t fit, though.

Sweet of you to say. I'll keep it in mind if I ever get more.

[The warm palm finding his ass brings a soft sigh from Daan, and he glances over his shoulder at Cloud. He smiles faintly, but a bit of pink forms on his face.]

And that's why I normally get my clothing tailor made.

[ his fingers hook into the panties — he draws it back far enough that it snaps back with a pronounced thwack. having a little too much fun with this. ]

You could just wear these around me.

[The sound snaps sharply in the air, stinging his skin just a touch. At least enough that he feels it go to his dick. His ears burn, somewhat flustered. More importantly, he isn't telling Cloud to stop, content with the attention.]

I suppose that I could.

Would you like that, Cloud? Knowing I'm wearing these specifically when I'm around you, and no one else.

Yeah.

[ he’s blunt about it, as he usually was. this time, cloud’s hand shoves into the fabric of his panties, groping harshly. ]

Could wear it under your clothes. Then let me see the rest for myself.

Hmm... [There's a brief pause from Daan as he hums at that hand grabbing him harder. He doesn't try to get away, placing a hand against the opposing wall for support.]

Guess I'd better get a few of these, huh.

Just for me? [ he asks with a mock incredulousness. one hand gropes at daan’s ass while the other finds his chest, tweaking one of his nipples as he slowly imposes over him just enough that he’s cornered against the wall.

in daan’s own words: ]

You really do like me, huh?

[A soft, pleased hiss passes through his lips, tender flesh toyed with, but he pushes into Cloud's hands however he can. A quiet encouragement, and certainly reassurance that he does like it.

It's... rare for him to feel actually safe with someone, after all.

There's a wry, quiet laugh from him. Well, he deserves that.]

What was it you said... I wouldn't be here if I didn't?

Hmph. [ he’s being huffy but he doesn’t mean it. cloud’s eyes catch onto the mirror, and suddenly he’s conjured a wonderful idea—

his hands grip daan by the hips, and he lifts him up so that they’re facing their reflection. suddenly, he grinds his groin up against the back of his panties, two fingers coming up to knead at his nipples. ]

Thought you should see how nice you look right now.

[ he does mean it — that he looks nice. cloud kisses the crook of his neck tenderly, lips brushing up against his skin. ]

[Well, this is a pleasant surprise, and he'll have to compliment Cloud for it later. He's wordless for a moment, glancing at the mirror, watching both of them for a moment. Mostly, it's looking at himself, and the way Cloud is pressed up against him. Daan sighs into a moan as he feels those fingers work against his hardened nipples, the sensitive tingling down and making sure he's getting hard.

One arm comes up to place a hand to the back of Cloud's head, slowly scratching through his hair to his scalp.]

Not bad. [He murmurs, pressing his ass back against Cloud.] Can see why you're liking it on me.

[ he breaks character for a moment to kiss him — it’s deep, languid, like breathing underwater. then his nose drags down his neck and he nips at the skin, biting teasingly. ]

You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. [ there’s a hitch of a breath, a mischievous little huff as the heel of his hand rubs against daan’s cock. ] You been thinking about this, doc?

[That kiss does more to steal his breath away than anything else so far, leaving him to softly gasp after their mouths part. Daan huffs softly at the comment, tipping his head to let Cloud's teeth into his throat as he'd like.]

I could say that right back to you. [He shudders and rolls his hips to grind against Cloud's hand.]

Of course. I've been looking forward to this.

[Maybe more than he should, but he is actively trying to ignore that part of him for right now.]

[ he doesn't expect that candor -- that earnestness, in body and mind. wordlessly, cloud goes in for another kiss, this one more intense than the last. it draws out for quite a bit as he tastes him on his tongue, savoring every second. ]

...Yeah. [ he admits shyly. ] Me too.

[ his touch grows somewhat gentler, fingers stroking against the outline of his cock through the panties. there's a sudden zip of his pants, fly coming undone, and then there's a shuffle of fabric as his briefs slide down next. ]

Got an idea. [ a beat. ] But I'm gonna need you to trust me on it.

[The deeper kiss earns a pleased hum from Daan, and he presses in eagerly, content to receive whatever Cloud gives him. He knows it would be immediately different if he asked Cloud to stop, or do something else -- it's a strange feeling, to feel that secure like this.

Cute, he thinks to himself. Seeing a bit of Cloud that's still somewhat shy about it.]

I trust you, Cloud.

[He can't really stop the warmth that comes through when he says that, fully meaning it. Even if there are still mysteries between them not yet revealed, he has confidence that Cloud wouldn't hurt him in a way he didn't want.

Which is really something.]

Besides. I've liked your ideas so far. Seems like it'll be a good track record.

...

[ his heart thrums, pride tugging at the corners of his heart. it's warm and bright, and you can see the way the cerulean of his eyes deepens, some kind of joy thawing his face.

carefully, the tip of cloud's cock slinks beneath the fabric of daan's panties. it finds the crevice of his ass, slotting right in between his cheeks; without any warning his arms come up to pin daan's own against him, holding them up. he's strong enough that daan won't be able to worm out of his grip unless he asks. ]

Can't ruin the merchandise. [ and slowly, his hips move, finding the friction in between his flesh. ] So this'll have to do. If you want me to let you go, tell me.

[Quietly, he enjoys that brief moment. It makes him think of how Cloud perks up when they meet, or when he gets bashful. Such a conundrum this man is, one moment with his stern, flat voice and lacking expressions, then into something sweet and boyish.

Though right now, this is hardly boyish, the way he feels Cloud pressing between the cheeks of his ass. He makes an amused noise, letting Cloud arrange his arms as he sees fit, but not without squeezing his ass around that cock sliding against him, at least for a moment.]

No, this works quite well.

But I won't hesitate if I need you to let go of me.

[ the approval satisfies him. spurs him on, even. with a nod, cloud ruts up against daan, relishing the building heat in between them. his pace starts slow, the tempo steady, before it quickens into something more animalistic.

cloud’s mouth skirts up the curvature of daan’s neck. his teeth graze against skin — before sinking into his flesh, biting, arms suspending daan against him. ]

Mm. [ salt spreads across his tongue. ] Tell me what you want.

[The way Cloud rubs up against him is more sensational in the idea than how it feels for Daan specifically; he likes how much Cloud appreciates his ass, even if he also gets a bit flustered about it.

He sighs at the teeth against his skin, earning a pleased groan.]

I have some ideas... but we'll go simple. [Daan turns his head, lightly nosing against Cloud's temple.] How much do you like those boots?

Uh.

[ his hips are still moving, but he is visibly dumbfounded, brows arching up as he looks to daan. ]

They’re okay, I guess. Why?

[ he has no idea where daan is going with this. ]

[The reaction Cloud has earns a breathless laugh from Daan.]

You're cute. [He teases, pushing his ass back against him.] When you're finished there, or whatever you want to do... [A proper roll of his hips back, pressing against him.] I want you to put a bit of pressure against my dick with your boot.

I'll guide you, if you're worried it's too much.

[ he groans as daan rolls his hips back against him, warmth surrounding him as precum bubbles at the tip of his cock— but then daan says that, and his arms drop from the sheer shock of it.

he stops. just give him a second. he looks around like somebody else in the room— ]

…Oh. [ he blinks, appearing positively stupid. ] I. [ he’s really just standing here, with his dick out, looking like an idiot. ]

You’re– you’re sure that’s okay? [ in a benign gesture, his hands settle onto daan’s hips. ] I’ll… I’ll do it but I don’t— want it to make you feel… bad.

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