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[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.

[Rather than looking coy and downright predatory, Daan's expression softens when he feels his arms released. Lightly, he places his hands down against Cloud's, gently squeezing.]

I would like it.

[Daan leans in to brush his lips against Cloud's cheek.] But not if you're worried. We can do something else. It won't hurt my feelings if you're not comfortable with it, Cloud.

No, I’ll do it.

[ at the end of the day, he’ll do anything daan wants or asks of him — that’s just the type of sexual partner he is. the cringe inducing levels of crush here only serve to worsen that.

his hand cups daan’s cheek. ]

But I have to know that you’ll tell me to stop if I make you feel anything but good. I mean it.

You have my word. I'll tell you to stop if I don't enjoy it at any point.

[Maybe it's too confident to say, but he's certain that with Cloud he'll be secure enough to enjoy himself. He leans his cheek into Cloud's hand, almost shyly in comparison to what he'd just asked Cloud to do for him.]

I trust you.

[ he forgets what they were doing, too utterly taken by how endearing daan is in this moment. delicately, his lips press to his, arms winding around him tightly—

until an employee knocks on the wall.

“are you two done in there—“ ]

No. [ he barks out, much more aggressive than he should be. oops

anyways. ]

…When you’re ready. [ his features are easy, gentle with wisps of affection. ]

[The kiss is nice, at least until their awkward interruption. Cloud's assertive response almost makes him laugh, the noise stifled from him. Ah... yeah, that's cute.]

Of course.

[One more kiss is stolen, more teasing as he nips Cloud's lower lip before he slips away. Turning around, he tugs the panties down to his thighs to make sure they don't get impacted by any of this, but he's still in the stockings and garters.

He kneels down in front of Cloud, spreading out his thighs, letting his cock jut out, hard and waiting.]

[ his eyes roam his body as he strips, and for a moment he contemplates averting his gaze out of respect. so he does, pink tinting his cheeks, until he remembers where they are and what they’re doing.

right.

he would be lying — if he said the sight of daan kneeling before him, thighs spread, didn’t spark anything within him. there was a more primitive side of him, an animalistic facet of his personality, and he was mostly oblivious to its presence.

now, not so much.

carefully, gradually, his foot raises. and then as he exercises all the care in the world to not utilize the full force of his strength, the heel of his boot slowly impresses onto daan’s cock. he looks down at him, cyan electrifying with intensity, and shifts his foot ever so slightly. ]

You’re so good for me. [ he praises, voice gentle and level. ]

[The pressure is just edging on just enough, which is impressive because he's sure that it must be hard to remember one's own strength like that constantly. Daan sighs, rolling his hips against the sole, looking content for a moment.

Then he doesn't really expect the praise, softly spoken and sincere. That's what makes him blush, and he looks up at Cloud hesitantly.]

Am I?

[To him, it feels like it's just Cloud that's been swiftly coming to his side constantly. Trying to be strong, tender, and making sure Daan was safe. What the hell did he even offer, he wonders sometimes. When all he seems to do is just bring his misery into the picture.]

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