[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.
For someone as smart as you are, I think you’d know more sometimes.
[ cloud furrows a brow at that nip — he’s such a cat, it’s unreal. ]
…Don’t even realize that you were good to me first. [ cloud’s eyes rove up. ] What’d I say…”you want to be good to people, but you don’t let them be good to you.”
[Hesitantly, he curls his fingers around Cloud's, his eye looking at the other's determined gaze.
Eventually, he'll have to share the rest of his wretched self and his inevitable future. But for now, he reluctantly allows himself to be content, leaning himself against Cloud comfortably.]
Well, it's not like I could convince you right now if I bothered to try. [Daan says it affectionately.] Stubborn asshole. You're lucky you're so cute.
[An amused noise escapes him, and he affectionately pats the side of Cloud's face.]
I'm a grown man. I can make it there myself. Just... hand me my pants, I at least have a handkerchief in there. Should be enough to tide me over.
So, new plan. [He inhales deeply, as if that's going to shake off how emotional that whole thing was!] Bathroom. Eventually buy some of these panties and stockings for me. And we'll find something for you. Any preference in what we'd be looking for you?
[ he does as he’s told, swooping to clutch at daan’s pooled up pants to toss them in his direction. cloud listens, but his brows knit slightly, face hardening in the light. ]
…Don’t really have a preference. I’ve worn panties and a…a corset? I think… but—
[ his gaze is a little grave with concern. ]
It’s okay if you need time. That was… kind of a lot.
[The pants are caught, and he roots around in a pocket until he pulls out said handkerchief. Just a cotton one that he can spare to throw away. He idly starts doing a cursory clean up job for both of them, but he pauses at the way Cloud looks at him.
He leans in, lightly bumping his forehead to Cloud's.]
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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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Look who thinks he knows so much...
[The attitude doesn't bother him. If anything, Daan answers it back with a bit of his own, a fond look on his face.]
I'll try. ...So, I suppose we'll see.
But you'll have to let me be good to you in return. Think you can stomach it?
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[ cloud furrows a brow at that nip — he’s such a cat, it’s unreal. ]
…Don’t even realize that you were good to me first. [ cloud’s eyes rove up. ] What’d I say…”you want to be good to people, but you don’t let them be good to you.”
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[There's a soft huff, his eye glancing away. At first, Daan just brushes it off and sounds coy, but he also softly admits:]
...I didn't want you to feel anything like how I have before. It was... important to give you something good in an environment like this.
[Daan would have done anything to spare someone else that kind of feeling, and he could relate to how lost Cloud had looked then.]
I suppose I'm used to mostly looking out for myself. ...It's a habit difficult to break, but you aren't the only one giving me shit for it.
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but then he gives daan a look, steel eyed and determined. ]
I don’t want you to feel like how you have before either. So it’s a first for both of us. We’re even.
[ he winds his fingers around his, holding his hand up. ]
Giving you something good is important to me too.
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Eventually, he'll have to share the rest of his wretched self and his inevitable future. But for now, he reluctantly allows himself to be content, leaning himself against Cloud comfortably.]
Well, it's not like I could convince you right now if I bothered to try. [Daan says it affectionately.] Stubborn asshole. You're lucky you're so cute.
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[ he ISN’T cute, but he is an asshole. cloud kisses the crook of his neck delicately. ]
You wanna head back — or did you…uh… still want to dress me?
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[now he's just being difficult on purpose]
...Well, I do, but you've also made a right mess of me, haven't you?
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[ and then daan says that and cloud’s eyes flicker down, to where traces of him are still oozing out. right. oops. ]
…Sorry. [ he says, because he has no idea what else to say. ] Should I— take you to the bathroom…?
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I'm a grown man. I can make it there myself. Just... hand me my pants, I at least have a handkerchief in there. Should be enough to tide me over.
So, new plan. [He inhales deeply, as if that's going to shake off how emotional that whole thing was!] Bathroom. Eventually buy some of these panties and stockings for me. And we'll find something for you. Any preference in what we'd be looking for you?
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…Don’t really have a preference. I’ve worn panties and a…a corset? I think… but—
[ his gaze is a little grave with concern. ]
It’s okay if you need time. That was… kind of a lot.
[ he did watch you cry, you know. ]
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He leans in, lightly bumping his forehead to Cloud's.]
It was, but... it was also good.
[and like he's gonna compartmentalize like nuts]
If I need a break, I'll tell you.
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