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[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.]

[ his shoe pivots at an angle, hesitantly weighing down on his cock a bit harder; it's strange, to see someone as strong and well put together as daan at his mercy.

there's a part of him that wonders -- did he like this because people had treated him so poorly for his life? was this the byproduct of years of subservience?

cloud's eyes lower, and despite what his foot itself is doing, there's this ember of clemency burning up in his gaze. ]

Yeah. 'Course you are. [ and they look at one another, as if speaking about something else entirely. ] You... deserve to be treated good, too.

[Well. This is different than he was expecting, but at the same time he feels a bit foolish for not anticipating it, that Cloud would still be so affectionate in is way. If not with touch, then with words.

And while the pressure against his dick makes Daan groan, it's listening to Cloud and gazing up into his eyes that's really doing a lot of the work. Daan shudders, face heated, and he jerks against the boot. Precum squeezes down, dribbling down against his foot.]

Careful. You'd spoil me.

[No, he wouldn't. Daan just isn't sure how to digest that -- the genuine affection, the kindness. It's doing more for him than he'd could have ever anticipated, not unlike how oddly shy he is with even mere handholding when he's done a number of filthy acts in his life.]

What are you gonna do about it?

[ there’s insistence there, steely determination. he watches as precum beads at the tip of his cock, and cloud’s throat bobs, shoe applying the slightest more pressure as if edging daan. ]

When you’ve had enough, [ his head cants. ] I’ll lift you up. Give you what you really deserve.

[ not this, even if he wanted it. even if he trusted cloud with it. ]

[Not even an inch of more pressure and he can feel it. Even as he groans, Daan can't help but wonder -- what is it that Cloud thinks he deserves? This is enough, or rather it should be enough. He rolls his hips again, but he can't be left to wonder.

So Daan inhales, holds his breath, and replies.]

...And what would that be?

Show me.

[ cloud lifts his heel — before descending to scoop daan into his arms. this was much better. he then braces him against the wall of the dressing room, hauling his legs around him, holding him up in place. ]

I won’t drop you. Promise.

[ and then one of his hands traces down his cock before stopping shy of his entrance. he kisses a strip up his neck before finding his lips, drawing him into something warm and long, heated like a pulsing heart. ]

What do you want?

[The breath leaves Daan as he's picked up like he weighs nothing, held up with ease as he hooks his legs around Cloud. His hands go to the sleeves of the leather jacket, clinging on.

Tiny gasps escape him at the touches past his cock and further, but it's when he finds himself in that long, warm kiss that he's finding his heart beating faster than what he'd originally suggested.

He almost hesitates, because he doesn't entirely understand it himself.]

Cloud... [His fingers curl tight into that leather, his face flushed.] I... want you to continue treating me like this. [It's different. Every time it's like this, he finds himself more flustered than ever.]

Gently, as you please. [A hand removes itself from a sleeve, reaching up to fondly touch Cloud's cheek.] Don't overthink it, but I do have some lube in my pants pocket if that's where you want to go with this.

[ his heart halts, a metronome stilling, watching the way daan reacts — it was fine, giving into his wants and treating him the way he demanded, but he had wanted to assert that—

he deserved something more like this, first. cloud leans in. he pecks his nose, and then his lips, and his hand slips into daan’s pocket and fetches out the lube. one arm effortlessly hoisting him up, the other works on coating his fingers in lube, not quite doing anything beyond that yet. ]

I like seein’ you like this. [ he remarks, voice soft, features brisk. ] Hold onto me and don’t let go.

[ cloud noses down the crook of his neck, affection lingering in his wake. as one arm holds daan in place, the other’s fingers finally coax into his entrance, careful and delicate. ]

Daan… [ it’s muttered into his ear. he peers into daan’s eye, unflinching. ]

[More firmly, Daan slides his arms around Cloud's shoulders, his face feeling hot as those lips eventually find his. He tightens his arms, then nods.]

I trust you.

[Sex is rarely ever like this, at least in his past experiences. He's used to partaking in something rougher and frantic, and Daan would simply adapt, as he always has been. Cloud is careful, fingers pressing up, and yes that does feel nice but it's the sweet way that the other man says his name.]

I-- Cloud... [He tries to vocalize how much it's affecting him, but the words are lost in his mouth. So he turns his head, brushing his lips to Cloud's cheek.] Good, so far.

[ he focuses on pumping his fingers inside him, prepping carefully; his hand is brimming with heat, strokes measured and gradual. he kisses his jawline as if handling a creature forged from porcelain, liable to breaking from the pressure. ]

You’re good to people, but you don’t want people to be good to you.

[ he says it to his face— forehead brushing up against his, fingers sliding in and out, steady and consistent. ]

Let me change that.

[hey look don't read him for filth while he's getting fingered here

There's a faint tremor in his lips, mostly because he isn't certain how to respond, especially in the position he's in. Cloud is careful, the way he's pumping those fingers, and tenderly pressing his lips against his skin.]

I don't... [Daan trails off, in part because he doesn't have a good rebuttal, but also in order to shudder as those fingers get very close to brushing against his prostate. It makes him squeeze down on Cloud's fingers, his legs tightening around him.]

I'm not-- not fragile.

[ have to do it while he’s vulnerable!

he feels daan grind down against his fingers — and he meets his momentum, pushing back with more vigor, fingers crooking into him in search of that sweet spot. ]

You aren’t. [ his forehead smears against him, their lips touching. ] But you’re soft. Softer than you’ll admit.

[ pot calling kettle black. ]

…Nothing wrong with that, you know.

[It's so close, though as much as he wants Cloud to reach for it, it really is the treatment of it all that is getting to him the most. And wouldn't it make sense, for how desperate he'd be for Elise's glances and touches when she deigned to do so? But he can't remember, did she speak kindly to him too or--

Tender as a bruise, Marina said. Soft. Softer than he would care to admit, but so is Cloud. Something to remark for later. For now, he shivers into a kiss, the contact soft and lacking teeth. He usually likes to do playful nips and biting, but he-- he can't right now.

Finally, he feels those fingers press up against that spot, and Daan gasps, eye widening as he grinds down as much as he can.] Cloud. [The name is groaned out, softly pleading.]

Please-- I want you, now.

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