[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.]
[ cloud feels his carefully crafted veneer floundering, red faced and hot as daan kisses him. it’s cute — to see him so contented by this. makes him feel more comfortable with himself.
his hand guides him to his mouth, and he kisses him smooth and slow, melting into his touch. ]
…One day. [ it’ll be a leap to take, but… ] I had… a lot of help last time. It wasn’t all bad.
[ in the end, he enjoyed himself with andrea — he could’ve stormed out, pushed him away, but he didn’t. ]
…What do you want from me? [ he asks with some bashfulness, fingers threading through his hair. ]
[ it’s a sharp retort, but the way he mutters it into his skin makes it clear it’s born from goodwill. cloud draws him into another kiss, the one notably more impassioned than the last. ]
I wouldn’t have gotten used to this stupid place if it weren’t for you. [ there’s vulnerability there, in how he says it, in how he looks at him. ] You make me feel like…
I don’t know. Like it isn’t all bad.
[ and then he pulls away from his grasp, hands setting on his shoulders. ]
it catches him off guard. his lashes flutter shut as he processes it, heat trickling into his face, lips thinning into a line. ]
…I. [ god, how does he respond without sounding like an idiot. ] …Yeah. It’s… it’s the same for me.
[ and then he descends to his knees, head level with daan’s groin. he unzips his pants before sliding down the fabric beneath. ]
…Thought you could handle another round. [ and then without any warning, he licks a stripe up his cock. it’s admittedly the first time he’s done this— so the taste of salt and skin spreads across his tongue like wildfire. ]
[Ah. Fuck. He isn't surprised to hear it, but to have that openly acknowledged in front of him-- damn it, he should do something about that, right? But he internally winces the way he described it to Marina. I should cure him of that.
But that thought process is quickly done away with as he sees Cloud sink down to his knees, working Daan's trousers open. There's a sharp inhale at the hot, smooth tongue passing over his cock, Daan's hand reaching to gently comb through Cloud's hair.]
'Course I can. [Daan huffs softly.] But I told you -- you're gonna spoil me, Cloud.
...Take it slow. Don't rush yourself. I can be patient. All right?
[ truthfully, the variety of sensations overwhelms him initially -- the heady scent and taste of skin, the weight slowly lodging into his mouth as he begins to swallow him whole, the growing heat coiling in his abdomen.
he feels himself on the cusp of breathlessness at first. it's clumsy and unpracticed and he's trying his hardest. but as if pushing past a mental barrier, he takes him in slow and steady pumps, savoring the taste -- because it's daan's, and that's all that matters right now. ]
Hah. [ he breathes out for a second. his eyes flit up, and stupidly he asks: ] ...Am I doing okay?
[Daan hardly expects anything elegant or flawless, and he's certainly had much worse oral anyway. Aside from mere observance of skill, it's still enjoyable; who could complain about a hot mouth and tongue working over his cock, after all? But most importantly to him, it's watching Cloud like this. On his knees, dressed up in that pretty corset and his lips around Daan, trying so hard for him.
So much effort Cloud has done, just for Daan. Even if he cannot conceive the why of it all the time, he values it. He values Cloud.
Affectionately, he brushes his fingers through that head of hair, sighing softly as he watches, keeping his hips still even if there is the base urge to just push in. Daan might not have much of a gag reflex anymore but he's perfectly aware of others. Cloud comes off of his dick, looking up with those eyes, and Daan honestly can't help but form a small smile, warm and fond.]
More than okay. [Fingers trace over Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, appreciating him.] You're doing good, Cloud.
You can use your hand for what you aren't comfortable taking in yet, if you want. Try using your tongue a little more as well.
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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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his hand guides him to his mouth, and he kisses him smooth and slow, melting into his touch. ]
…One day. [ it’ll be a leap to take, but… ] I had… a lot of help last time. It wasn’t all bad.
[ in the end, he enjoyed himself with andrea — he could’ve stormed out, pushed him away, but he didn’t. ]
…What do you want from me? [ he asks with some bashfulness, fingers threading through his hair. ]
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Then I'll look forward to that day, whenever you are ready.
[There's a pleased hum from Daan at the feeling of fingers in his hair, content.]
I want to... [Daan nuzzles the side of his head.] Please you. And make sure you feel wanted.
Will you allow me to be kind with you? [To be as kind as he's been treated by Cloud. To give, the way Daan has quietly wanted.]
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[ it’s a sharp retort, but the way he mutters it into his skin makes it clear it’s born from goodwill. cloud draws him into another kiss, the one notably more impassioned than the last. ]
I wouldn’t have gotten used to this stupid place if it weren’t for you. [ there’s vulnerability there, in how he says it, in how he looks at him. ] You make me feel like…
I don’t know. Like it isn’t all bad.
[ and then he pulls away from his grasp, hands setting on his shoulders. ]
Sit down. There’s something I wanna do for you.
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[If anything, the way Cloud speaks to him earns a crooked smile. He doesn't confuse any of it for anything but affection.]
...I can't entirely say I regret a place that has let me meet you.
[Shit. Was that too much? Maybe.
Hesitantly, Daan sits per his instructions, raising a brow.] Well. You already have, but I struggle to find a reason to deny you.
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it catches him off guard. his lashes flutter shut as he processes it, heat trickling into his face, lips thinning into a line. ]
…I. [ god, how does he respond without sounding like an idiot. ] …Yeah. It’s… it’s the same for me.
[ and then he descends to his knees, head level with daan’s groin. he unzips his pants before sliding down the fabric beneath. ]
…Thought you could handle another round. [ and then without any warning, he licks a stripe up his cock. it’s admittedly the first time he’s done this— so the taste of salt and skin spreads across his tongue like wildfire. ]
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But that thought process is quickly done away with as he sees Cloud sink down to his knees, working Daan's trousers open. There's a sharp inhale at the hot, smooth tongue passing over his cock, Daan's hand reaching to gently comb through Cloud's hair.]
'Course I can. [Daan huffs softly.] But I told you -- you're gonna spoil me, Cloud.
...Take it slow. Don't rush yourself. I can be patient. All right?
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he feels himself on the cusp of breathlessness at first. it's clumsy and unpracticed and he's trying his hardest. but as if pushing past a mental barrier, he takes him in slow and steady pumps, savoring the taste -- because it's daan's, and that's all that matters right now. ]
Hah. [ he breathes out for a second. his eyes flit up, and stupidly he asks: ] ...Am I doing okay?
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So much effort Cloud has done, just for Daan. Even if he cannot conceive the why of it all the time, he values it. He values Cloud.
Affectionately, he brushes his fingers through that head of hair, sighing softly as he watches, keeping his hips still even if there is the base urge to just push in. Daan might not have much of a gag reflex anymore but he's perfectly aware of others. Cloud comes off of his dick, looking up with those eyes, and Daan honestly can't help but form a small smile, warm and fond.]
More than okay. [Fingers trace over Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, appreciating him.] You're doing good, Cloud.
You can use your hand for what you aren't comfortable taking in yet, if you want. Try using your tongue a little more as well.
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