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.]
[How funny, that such a light kiss does so much to fluster him. His cheeks pinken slightly and he just gives a small nod.
Daan tries not to dwell on any of it. It wouldn't do him much good anyway if he did, but he can't argue how much of an effect all of that had on him. So, he tries not to think on it too hard; that can be spent another time, back in his suite. With a hushed sigh, he works to finish doing just a basic wipe down before getting dressed; the handkerchief is tossed away, but the panties, garters, and stockings are draped over an arm.
The bathroom offers a bit more in the way of cleaning, but he's still going to need a shower eventually. But he'll live, and has dealt with much, much worse.
Eventually, Daan does return to Cloud's side, gently bumping his shoulder to the other's.]
Now then. [He does lean in to lightly peck his cheek.] Shall we look for you?
[ worry clings to that back of his mind like a thin veil of film, coating every thought. there’s a part of him that wants to tell daan to go back to his suite — that they don’t need to keep going, that he should rest…
but then he’s here, kissing his cheek. he shouldn’t kill this. he should make something good out of it for him…something to smooth things out. cloud reaches for his hand with an easy grip. ]
Yeah. And if it gets too be much, head back to your suite. Got it? [ now, his eyes survey a sea of lace and he swallows, intimidated. ] …Whatever you think would look good on me is fine. [ … ] Knock yourself out.
[Slowly, his fingers curl into Cloud's hand, holding on in return. It's simple, but he's growing quite fond of it anyway.]
Yes, yes. I won't be stupid and push myself. Thank you. [The response doesn't even sound snippy, mostly just playful as he tilts his head.]
Well, now. There'd be a lot that would look good on you, I think. But it's a matter of choosing what I'd like to see you in best, I suppose.
[Gently, Daan tugs him along, but does not insist more than that. Though clearly he does have something in mind as he looks over the options, humming to himself. He pauses to look Cloud, as if to evaluate a basic sense of measurement before he looks at their options again.
He chooses a dark blue corset with hints of gold accents; it automatically has a ruffled miniskirt that does absolutely nothing to hide a damned thing, and is purely for the appearance of it. This along with a nice pair of dark blue lacey panties.]
[ he lets him string him along, looking positively befuddled as his eyes roam his options. the prospect of wearing absolutely any of this flusters him, but life was about taking chances, right?
“right! live a little — enjoy yourself! no shame in being daring!”
daan makes his decision and cloud stares hard, tongue drying over regardless of how much he wets it. his fingers trail down the fabric, and he blinks once, then twice, drowning in silence.
cloud mulls it over, visibly in thought. then he snatches the corset and panties off of the rack. ]
No. I want to do it. [ there’s more firmness in his voice, resolve solidifying. ] I’ll call for you when I need your help.
[ and so he vanishes— walking into the dressing room with a gait that’s a little too strong for him. the door slams behind him. eventually, he does as he’s promised, head poking out of the door, cheeks a most wondrous shade of pink. ]
…You can come in now.
[ and when he enters, he’ll see him with his hands to his hips, panties hugging around his waist. the corset is nestled around his waist, the back still open and free, and he turns around to look over his shoulder shyly. ]
[He smiles sharply as he watches Cloud go. It's interesting to watch how his body works sometimes, the way sometimes it seems like the way he moves isn't... quite for his body type. Maybe it's a super soldier thing, but it leaves him wondering sometimes.
For now, he's going to focus on that corset matter.
Daan slides into the changing room, pausing only to get a good look at Cloud. It does look very good on him, as he expected. He sidles up behind him, leaning over to press his lips to Cloud's neck, then his shoulder.]
I see that.
I'll finish it up. [A small nip, barely any teeth.]
[With diligent, steady hands, he begins to lace up the back, but murmurs into the other man's ear:] You look wonderful, Cloud.
[ his heart flutters, the rapid, flighty movement of a bird’s wing. he swears, his cheeks burn brighter than they ever have. this was different from last time. very different from last time.
as daan’s works maneuver up the corset, lace and strings pulling inward to cinch around his waist, cloud sucks in a breath — warmth spills over into his abdomen. his waist was already remarkably small, but this somehow accentuated it all the more. ]
Shouldn’t be surprised you’re a real gentleman. [ he says with a bit of bite, nothing hurtful. his hand comes up to curve around daan’s jaw. ] Last time I did this, it was to get intel — had to sneak into a brothel and impress the Don. Real piece of shit.
But,
[ his eyes stray, coy and subtle. ]
Guess I’m in the hands of a real man now. Isn’t so bad after all.
[After the corset is finished, Daan's hands smooth down Cloud's sides slowly under they settle around his waist, appreciating the look of it. While he hadn't aimed to make it too tight, but it still looks good on Cloud, the way it shows how deceptively narrow it is.
Daan leans into his hand, practically purring.] What a waste on someone like that. [Don. Gang member, maybe? Either way, the term and the mention of a brothel is enough to connect the pieces for him. A world he is not unfamiliar with.]
I know I would've been impressed to see you all dolled up. Hell, I'm impressed now.
[Another kiss, to the back of Cloud's shoulder, then to the nape of his neck.]
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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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Fine. But don’t be stupid and push yourself.
[ he shifts him off of his lap, regaining his composure as he rises to his feet. before the door to the dressing room shuts behind him— ]
Go do your thing. I’ll wait as long as it takes.
[ and he means that— whenever daan is done, he’ll find cloud in the lingerie section again, dawdling awkwardly as he waits for him. ]
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Daan tries not to dwell on any of it. It wouldn't do him much good anyway if he did, but he can't argue how much of an effect all of that had on him. So, he tries not to think on it too hard; that can be spent another time, back in his suite. With a hushed sigh, he works to finish doing just a basic wipe down before getting dressed; the handkerchief is tossed away, but the panties, garters, and stockings are draped over an arm.
The bathroom offers a bit more in the way of cleaning, but he's still going to need a shower eventually. But he'll live, and has dealt with much, much worse.
Eventually, Daan does return to Cloud's side, gently bumping his shoulder to the other's.]
Now then. [He does lean in to lightly peck his cheek.] Shall we look for you?
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but then he’s here, kissing his cheek. he shouldn’t kill this. he should make something good out of it for him…something to smooth things out. cloud reaches for his hand with an easy grip. ]
Yeah. And if it gets too be much, head back to your suite. Got it? [ now, his eyes survey a sea of lace and he swallows, intimidated. ] …Whatever you think would look good on me is fine. [ … ] Knock yourself out.
[ and yet he is most definitely blushing. ]
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Yes, yes. I won't be stupid and push myself. Thank you. [The response doesn't even sound snippy, mostly just playful as he tilts his head.]
Well, now. There'd be a lot that would look good on you, I think. But it's a matter of choosing what I'd like to see you in best, I suppose.
[Gently, Daan tugs him along, but does not insist more than that. Though clearly he does have something in mind as he looks over the options, humming to himself. He pauses to look Cloud, as if to evaluate a basic sense of measurement before he looks at their options again.
He chooses a dark blue corset with hints of gold accents; it automatically has a ruffled miniskirt that does absolutely nothing to hide a damned thing, and is purely for the appearance of it. This along with a nice pair of dark blue lacey panties.]
There we are. What do you think?
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“right! live a little — enjoy yourself! no shame in being daring!”
daan makes his decision and cloud stares hard, tongue drying over regardless of how much he wets it. his fingers trail down the fabric, and he blinks once, then twice, drowning in silence.
he finally says something. ]
Um. [ … ] I’ll need some… help putting on the…
[ you know. the corset. ]
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I'd be happy to help, so long as you're doing it because you want to. And not just for me.
So don't be stupid and push yourself. That sounds like something you'd say, yeah?
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cloud mulls it over, visibly in thought. then he snatches the corset and panties off of the rack. ]
No. I want to do it. [ there’s more firmness in his voice, resolve solidifying. ] I’ll call for you when I need your help.
[ and so he vanishes— walking into the dressing room with a gait that’s a little too strong for him. the door slams behind him. eventually, he does as he’s promised, head poking out of the door, cheeks a most wondrous shade of pink. ]
…You can come in now.
[ and when he enters, he’ll see him with his hands to his hips, panties hugging around his waist. the corset is nestled around his waist, the back still open and free, and he turns around to look over his shoulder shyly. ]
I got… some of it done…
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For now, he's going to focus on that corset matter.
Daan slides into the changing room, pausing only to get a good look at Cloud. It does look very good on him, as he expected. He sidles up behind him, leaning over to press his lips to Cloud's neck, then his shoulder.]
I see that.
I'll finish it up. [A small nip, barely any teeth.]
[With diligent, steady hands, he begins to lace up the back, but murmurs into the other man's ear:] You look wonderful, Cloud.
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as daan’s works maneuver up the corset, lace and strings pulling inward to cinch around his waist, cloud sucks in a breath — warmth spills over into his abdomen. his waist was already remarkably small, but this somehow accentuated it all the more. ]
Shouldn’t be surprised you’re a real gentleman. [ he says with a bit of bite, nothing hurtful. his hand comes up to curve around daan’s jaw. ] Last time I did this, it was to get intel — had to sneak into a brothel and impress the Don. Real piece of shit.
But,
[ his eyes stray, coy and subtle. ]
Guess I’m in the hands of a real man now. Isn’t so bad after all.
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Daan leans into his hand, practically purring.] What a waste on someone like that. [Don. Gang member, maybe? Either way, the term and the mention of a brothel is enough to connect the pieces for him. A world he is not unfamiliar with.]
I know I would've been impressed to see you all dolled up. Hell, I'm impressed now.
[Another kiss, to the back of Cloud's shoulder, then to the nape of his neck.]
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