[ 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.]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[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. ]
[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.]
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.
[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.]
[ that sends satisfaction jolting up his spine, fingers finally releasing. he’s pleased by the way daan doesn’t protest, giving into him instead, and cloud rewards him with a drawn out kiss, hanging in the air like a thread.
his head arches back to gather a proper look at him. daan, dappled in light, malleable in his hands and pleading with flush in his face. cloud’s cock juts up, teasing his entrance—
and without any warning, his hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he enters him. he starts off on an unflagging beat, determined to be gentle, and the pump of his hand syncs up with the rock of his hips. daan is delightfully tight around him, and he’s slick in his grasp. ]
I want you too, Daan. [ his eyes don’t stray from his face, not once. ]
[Softly, Daan moans into the kiss, finding it more pleasurable the sweeter it is. When their lips part finally, Daan is panting softly, brows knitted and his eye looking up at Cloud.
The tip of his cock pressing up against him is expected, but the hand going to his own earns gasp.] Ah-- [Daan presses his forehead against Cloud's, as if that'll ground him any better. It's so much, why is it so much?
As if he could find his answer in this way, he presses into another kiss, a quiet whine escaping him. He feels so oddly overwhelmed, but not in a way that deters the entire thing. But it makes his chest feel full, his body warm and face hot.]
[ an instance where his heightened stamina is to his benefit— cloud rolls his hips at an even pace, quickening only by a fraction. the pad of his thumb glides over the tip of daan’s cock, and the white heat of their friction burns against his hand.
despite how much is happening and the way the wall jerks beneath their weight, his movements are sedated by caution — the rhythm is relenting and smooth, like daan was more capable of breaking than he really was.
he was interesting, wasn’t he? to say he wasn’t fragile one second and then call him good the next. a true paradox of a person, perhaps as much of a walking lie as he was. cloud kisses him again. ]
Told you I’d give you what you deserve. [ and then another kiss. ] Even if you didn’t know it.
[Usually, this is about the time he wants to be bitten, that sharp pain meshing into pleasure to deliver him over the threshold. This time, he does not ask, smothered by kindness and affection, gently held like he's made of glass. Cloud keeps looking at him, at him, not through him or anything less than seeing Daan as a person, someone to be cared for.
All the while, he finds himself whimpering under his hand, stroking him, rubbing at him; he's so tenderly being fucked, and cradled by Cloud's sheer strength.
His eye burns, tearing up.]
Cloud. Cloud. [Arms cling on, and he sucks in a breath desperately.] I'm close...
[ its easier to see if this time — the tear welling in his eye. he assumes it’s the sheer intensity of being fucked in play, but there’s a part of him that wonders if it’s something else, something emotional and intrinsic. so at a painstakingly gradual pace, he bucks into him at a deeper, more pointed angle with the intent of driving him to the edge. his hand is still on his cock, palm to flesh, working in slow and honeyed strokes.
cloud kisses him sweetly — with tenderness on his tongue and warmth on his lips. ]
[Getting to this point feels like so much. Obviously, it feels good, the hand stroking him so carefully and Cloud thrusting into him more and more -- but instead of a harsh bite digging into is throat, it's soft and sweet kisses to his lips. The promise that he has worth.
Clemency.
Daan comes with a sob in his throat, that tear finally sliding down over his cheek. He clenches down around Cloud, his cock spilling. A conundrum in the making as he feels both light and too damned heavy at once, and he doesn't know how to be somewhere in the middle. It's too much, it's wonderful, he's scared.
So he finds himself burying his face into Cloud's neck, unsure of what else to do but hold on, trembling through the aftershocks.]
Cloud. [Daan wants to correct him. Wants to tell him to stop, stop wasting time, stop trying to find something that can't possibly be there, but he can't form the words.
[ cloud loses himself inside of him — with a groan, he finishes, fucking him through the crescendo of his orgasm. he lets daan cling onto him, now moving towards one of the abandoned chairs in the dressing room.
he takes a seat, and his hand stiffens — before smoothing down daan’s back very, very slowly, as is if he has tell himself to go through with the motion. ]
Yes. [It's the first impulsive response, quickly spoken, habitual. As he settles against Cloud, becoming more boneless. The hand on his back is trying for comfort, whic is honestly enough for Daan.
Then, more honestly, he murmurs:] I think... that I am. [There's a quiet sigh, a hand roughly rubbing his eye, as if that'll somehow erase any evidence. That's twice now Cloud's heart and stubbornness has moved him.
He isn't sure how to handle that kind of vulnerability.]
[ it verifies the worst of his concerns — that daan likes being mistreated in certain ways because it’s what he knows best. that likely wasn’t the full story, he was a man with his own autonomy, his own control, but he couldn’t purge the line of thought either.
it baffles him for a moment. all that sex and nobody’s…thought to treat him with this much decency.
cloud thumbs at his cheek, where he can still see the dried trail of a tear. ]
…Ain’t your fault. [ is the first thing that comes to mind. ] Daan, I…
[ he never has the words. he hates that about himself. ]
[Slowly, he leans his head into that hand touching his cheek, raising to place his own over Cloud's. It sounds exhausting to do it like this again, yet he finds himself quietly craving it, the more gentle touches and affection.]
...I want to be worth that effort.
[Turning his head, he offers a light kiss to Cloud's fingers.]
Although I'm perfectly aware that you already think so. [There's a bit of wryness to that voice, but his softer tone hasn't gone away either.]
[ there’s an attitude there, but it’s all in good faith. cloud lets daan kiss his fingers, heat lingering beneath his cheeks, and he pulls him a little closer selfishly. ]
You’re fine as you are. Don’t be stupid.
[ and then more arrogantly— ]
And if you like the feeling so much, you should let yourself have it.
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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. ]
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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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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.
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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So Daan inhales, holds his breath, and replies.]
...And what would that be?
Show me.
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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his head arches back to gather a proper look at him. daan, dappled in light, malleable in his hands and pleading with flush in his face. cloud’s cock juts up, teasing his entrance—
and without any warning, his hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he enters him. he starts off on an unflagging beat, determined to be gentle, and the pump of his hand syncs up with the rock of his hips. daan is delightfully tight around him, and he’s slick in his grasp. ]
I want you too, Daan. [ his eyes don’t stray from his face, not once. ]
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The tip of his cock pressing up against him is expected, but the hand going to his own earns gasp.] Ah-- [Daan presses his forehead against Cloud's, as if that'll ground him any better. It's so much, why is it so much?
As if he could find his answer in this way, he presses into another kiss, a quiet whine escaping him. He feels so oddly overwhelmed, but not in a way that deters the entire thing. But it makes his chest feel full, his body warm and face hot.]
You're-- so good to me.
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despite how much is happening and the way the wall jerks beneath their weight, his movements are sedated by caution — the rhythm is relenting and smooth, like daan was more capable of breaking than he really was.
he was interesting, wasn’t he? to say he wasn’t fragile one second and then call him good the next. a true paradox of a person, perhaps as much of a walking lie as he was. cloud kisses him again. ]
Told you I’d give you what you deserve. [ and then another kiss. ] Even if you didn’t know it.
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All the while, he finds himself whimpering under his hand, stroking him, rubbing at him; he's so tenderly being fucked, and cradled by Cloud's sheer strength.
His eye burns, tearing up.]
Cloud. Cloud. [Arms cling on, and he sucks in a breath desperately.] I'm close...
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cloud kisses him sweetly — with tenderness on his tongue and warmth on his lips. ]
Daan. [ he speaks quietly. ] You mean something.
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Clemency.
Daan comes with a sob in his throat, that tear finally sliding down over his cheek. He clenches down around Cloud, his cock spilling. A conundrum in the making as he feels both light and too damned heavy at once, and he doesn't know how to be somewhere in the middle. It's too much, it's wonderful, he's scared.
So he finds himself burying his face into Cloud's neck, unsure of what else to do but hold on, trembling through the aftershocks.]
Cloud. [Daan wants to correct him. Wants to tell him to stop, stop wasting time, stop trying to find something that can't possibly be there, but he can't form the words.
So he just holds on.]
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he takes a seat, and his hand stiffens — before smoothing down daan’s back very, very slowly, as is if he has tell himself to go through with the motion. ]
Hey. [ he mumbles. ] You okay?
[ he noticed that tear, after all. ]
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Then, more honestly, he murmurs:] I think... that I am. [There's a quiet sigh, a hand roughly rubbing his eye, as if that'll somehow erase any evidence. That's twice now Cloud's heart and stubbornness has moved him.
He isn't sure how to handle that kind of vulnerability.]
...I can't remember being treated like that.
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[ it verifies the worst of his concerns — that daan likes being mistreated in certain ways because it’s what he knows best. that likely wasn’t the full story, he was a man with his own autonomy, his own control, but he couldn’t purge the line of thought either.
it baffles him for a moment. all that sex and nobody’s…thought to treat him with this much decency.
cloud thumbs at his cheek, where he can still see the dried trail of a tear. ]
…Ain’t your fault. [ is the first thing that comes to mind. ] Daan, I…
[ he never has the words. he hates that about himself. ]
I won’t stop until you get used to it.
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...I want to be worth that effort.
[Turning his head, he offers a light kiss to Cloud's fingers.]
Although I'm perfectly aware that you already think so. [There's a bit of wryness to that voice, but his softer tone hasn't gone away either.]
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[ there’s an attitude there, but it’s all in good faith. cloud lets daan kiss his fingers, heat lingering beneath his cheeks, and he pulls him a little closer selfishly. ]
You’re fine as you are. Don’t be stupid.
[ and then more arrogantly— ]
And if you like the feeling so much, you should let yourself have it.
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