[ 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.
[ his heart beats in staccato before it crashes, its tempo racing at daan's affection; it judders in disharmony, and cloud leans into his touch with more eagerness than he'd prefer. a dizzying, all encompassing feeling.
"you're doing good," douses his nerves in gasoline and pushes them into the fire. he was always so kind to him, and cloud chased that validation with all of the desperation of a starved animal. for a moment, he deigns to smear his cheek against daan's palm, drowning in the sensation.
silently, he takes his advice. a hand wraps around his cock -- and he strokes carefully, experimenting, tongue licking at its tip. he takes him into his mouth again, pumping this time, lashes fluttering shut as his tongue works around him.
he becomes more entrenched in the motions as time passes; his head bobs faintly, throat straining as he takes in more of him by the second, and through sheer determination does he manage to hit the base of his cock. his gag reflex is undeniably suffering, but he fights the heat pricking at his eyes no less, refusing to stop. every so often, his eyes rove back up to daan, looking to him expectantly. ]
[There's a content sigh as Cloud gets back to work; fortunately, Daan is exceptionally easy to please, leaning back and watching. He can't be disappointed at the sight of it, not the hot tongue licking him or the hand touching the base, stroking.
Honestly, if it stayed as just that, Daan would've been find with it. Naturally, though, Cloud pushes himself to please, more and more. He debates trying to stop him, to assure Cloud that he doesn't need to, but he's also one of the most stubborn men he's ever met, so there's no real stopping it anyway.
Eventually, those lips are close, so close as Cloud takes him all the way, those eyes searching for approval. Daan gives in pants, gazing down with sweat on his brow.]
Fuck. Cloud. [It does become harder to not just thrust now, to chase after that feeling, but Daan steels himself. He pets Cloud's hair, murmuring:] Good, that's very good.
Close. [It wouldn't take much more for him to finish.]
[ the tips of his fingers graze against his scalp, and warmth ripples across his body -- it accumulates in the pit of his chest. daan assuages him as you would a nervous dog, and cloud takes it all readily, appreciative and willing.
it's a little embarrassing how eager he is -- but he feels safe enough to be. he wants to give him something, wants to make him happy. so he inhales through his nose, and his jaw clicks as he takes him in deeper, more fervently, the taste of his cock flooding his senses now. he peers up at him, eyes boring into his as he meets the base of his cock; he nearly chokes on it for a second, but he steels himself, shoulders shifting into place as he cranes his head forward. cloud doesn't stop -- not until daan can finish inside of his mouth proper. ]
[Instead of backing off, Cloud just engages more, determined as ever. Daan's hips tremble, and he's biting his lip hard to keep from just pitching them forward to chase after the feeling of being swallowed down. He continues to scratch through that hair, petting him as he shudders.]
Fuck.
[Their gazes meet, and he can't take it much more. Daan gasps, fingers curling against the back of Cloud's head.]
Good. You're so fucking good, Cloud--
[While Daan manages to control his hips, he can't hold back much more than that. He moans, releasing into that mouth with his brows knitted as he looks down at the other man. Cloud looks good like this, of course he does, and Daan pants as he finishes out.]
[ good. that's all he's ever wanted to be. good. enough. worth something.
daan moans, and cloud feels jolts of electricity sparking at the base of his stomach, pleased by what his own efforts have amounted to. he fights the reflex to jerk back as a wave of damp, oppressive heat overtakes his mouth; it's all so foreign, how viscous and unbearably hot it is.
crudely, coolly, he swallows -- before looking up at him, equal parts flushed and proud of himself. ]
Don't tell me you're tired already. [ he remarks with a huff. ]
[There's a wry, breathless little laugh from Daan as he cups Cloud's cheek. He gazes down, quietly impressed and admiring him. Red lips and cheeks, and Cloud is still so damned pretty.]
No way.
Tell me what I can do for you, Cloud. [Gently, Daan presses a thumb to Cloud's lower lip.]
[ and he means that. cloud leans into his touch, cheek smearing against his palm. ]
I... [ his cheeks burn as the words push past his lips, slipping in through the cracks of his teeth-- ] want you inside of me. ...Not like this. Maybe-- when we're in a bed again. But I've never... gone that far before, so.
If there's got to be a first-- it'd...be good if it was with you.
[Though Daan would be willing to argue that he hasn't, he keeps his mouth shut. For now, he is keen to do what makes Cloud happiest, and honestly he is quietly honored at the request.
With both hands, he tenderly cradles Cloud's face.]
If that's what you want, then I'll do everything I can to make it good for you.
Just don't expect me to hold you up with one hand as if you weigh nothing. [That last bit is spoken wryly, amused and admiring of Cloud's superb strength.]
[ daan holds his face in his hands, and cloud peers up at him, eyes reflecting like pools of water — like glaciers thawing over. there’s an innocence about his features, both uncharacteristic and true to who he is. ]
…Want it to be good for you, too. [ his hands press onto his thighs. ] I… wanna make sure I can make you feel good, no matter what. I… wanna be good to you. Around you. For you.
[ he’s getting ahead of himself. this is about more than the sex and he knows it. ]
[Such a fascinating man. The sheer duality of him, capable of being sweet and naive one moment before becoming cold and focused in another moment. Oh, he knows there are some kind of issues lurking underneath, but he does not pick and pry. His curiosity matters less than being good to him right now.]
You truly will spoil me. [Daan reaches for Cloud's hand, to gently tug him up from the floor.] Whatever will I do?
Come here, then. You're so dead set on telling me I've done plenty, but I'm content to still be kind right now.
[ there’s the attitude more typical of him — but it comes from a place of genuine affection, brimming at its edges with warmth. he rises to his feet and settles his weight next to daan, hand still having yet to detach from his. ]
[For now, he leaves his hand in Cloud's, gently squeezing. Leaning over, Daan kisses his shoulder, then again to his throat. With his free hand, he draws his fingertips along Cloud's collarbone, tracing down his chest before resting his hand to his hip.]
Well. How patient are you feeling? [His fingers gently tug that skirt back so he can ghost some contact between Cloud's thighs.] Or should I just get to business?
Didn't realize how touchy-feely you were 'till now.
[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
[Lightly, he drags his teeth over Cloud's throat, tracing over his pulse before giving a harder nip to the collarbone. More firmly, Daan presses his palm against Cloud's crotch, rubbing at him.]
I could tease you, then. I wonder how long you'd last until you started begging? Or would that be too mean for you? [Daan smiles in that way that's just a bit too sharp, a cat debating on how to play with the cornered mouse.] Guess you're just gonna have to tell me.
[But first, Daan does kiss Cloud firmly on the lips, humming against him. Although his hand finally works his cock out from the panties, Daan's fingers are featherlight, as if to barely trace his length from base to tip with no real grip to it.]
[ there’s an intake of breath as daan’s teeth graze against his skin; he sucks in air at the sudden warmth against his cock, so suddenly juxtaposed by the cool air hitting it in full force. even when daan was teasing, the edges of him had frayed into something soft — cloud melts into the kiss, breath hitching as he lightly brushes his fingers up his cock. ]
So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?
[If nothing else, seeing Cloud blushing and watching how he breathes is pleasing to study. He continues his light, teasing touch, then pauses to just absently rub his index finger against the tip.
Daan chuckles, nipping at an earlobe before he murmurs into it.]
Spank bank. Is that what we're calling it?
Well. I have a very good memory -- so it is a distinct chance. Maybe I'll fuck myself open with my fingers while I'm thinking of you?
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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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"you're doing good," douses his nerves in gasoline and pushes them into the fire. he was always so kind to him, and cloud chased that validation with all of the desperation of a starved animal. for a moment, he deigns to smear his cheek against daan's palm, drowning in the sensation.
silently, he takes his advice. a hand wraps around his cock -- and he strokes carefully, experimenting, tongue licking at its tip. he takes him into his mouth again, pumping this time, lashes fluttering shut as his tongue works around him.
he becomes more entrenched in the motions as time passes; his head bobs faintly, throat straining as he takes in more of him by the second, and through sheer determination does he manage to hit the base of his cock. his gag reflex is undeniably suffering, but he fights the heat pricking at his eyes no less, refusing to stop. every so often, his eyes rove back up to daan, looking to him expectantly. ]
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Honestly, if it stayed as just that, Daan would've been find with it. Naturally, though, Cloud pushes himself to please, more and more. He debates trying to stop him, to assure Cloud that he doesn't need to, but he's also one of the most stubborn men he's ever met, so there's no real stopping it anyway.
Eventually, those lips are close, so close as Cloud takes him all the way, those eyes searching for approval. Daan gives in pants, gazing down with sweat on his brow.]
Fuck. Cloud. [It does become harder to not just thrust now, to chase after that feeling, but Daan steels himself. He pets Cloud's hair, murmuring:] Good, that's very good.
Close. [It wouldn't take much more for him to finish.]
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it's a little embarrassing how eager he is -- but he feels safe enough to be. he wants to give him something, wants to make him happy. so he inhales through his nose, and his jaw clicks as he takes him in deeper, more fervently, the taste of his cock flooding his senses now. he peers up at him, eyes boring into his as he meets the base of his cock; he nearly chokes on it for a second, but he steels himself, shoulders shifting into place as he cranes his head forward. cloud doesn't stop -- not until daan can finish inside of his mouth proper. ]
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Fuck.
[Their gazes meet, and he can't take it much more. Daan gasps, fingers curling against the back of Cloud's head.]
Good. You're so fucking good, Cloud--
[While Daan manages to control his hips, he can't hold back much more than that. He moans, releasing into that mouth with his brows knitted as he looks down at the other man. Cloud looks good like this, of course he does, and Daan pants as he finishes out.]
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daan moans, and cloud feels jolts of electricity sparking at the base of his stomach, pleased by what his own efforts have amounted to. he fights the reflex to jerk back as a wave of damp, oppressive heat overtakes his mouth; it's all so foreign, how viscous and unbearably hot it is.
crudely, coolly, he swallows -- before looking up at him, equal parts flushed and proud of himself. ]
Don't tell me you're tired already. [ he remarks with a huff. ]
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No way.
Tell me what I can do for you, Cloud. [Gently, Daan presses a thumb to Cloud's lower lip.]
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[ and he means that. cloud leans into his touch, cheek smearing against his palm. ]
I... [ his cheeks burn as the words push past his lips, slipping in through the cracks of his teeth-- ] want you inside of me. ...Not like this. Maybe-- when we're in a bed again. But I've never... gone that far before, so.
If there's got to be a first-- it'd...be good if it was with you.
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With both hands, he tenderly cradles Cloud's face.]
If that's what you want, then I'll do everything I can to make it good for you.
Just don't expect me to hold you up with one hand as if you weigh nothing. [That last bit is spoken wryly, amused and admiring of Cloud's superb strength.]
Tell me when, and I'll tend to you. Easy as that.
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…Want it to be good for you, too. [ his hands press onto his thighs. ] I… wanna make sure I can make you feel good, no matter what. I… wanna be good to you. Around you. For you.
[ he’s getting ahead of himself. this is about more than the sex and he knows it. ]
Tell me what you want from me.
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You truly will spoil me. [Daan reaches for Cloud's hand, to gently tug him up from the floor.] Whatever will I do?
Come here, then. You're so dead set on telling me I've done plenty, but I'm content to still be kind right now.
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[ there’s the attitude more typical of him — but it comes from a place of genuine affection, brimming at its edges with warmth. he rises to his feet and settles his weight next to daan, hand still having yet to detach from his. ]
Let’s see that generosity of yours, then.
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[For now, he leaves his hand in Cloud's, gently squeezing. Leaning over, Daan kisses his shoulder, then again to his throat. With his free hand, he draws his fingertips along Cloud's collarbone, tracing down his chest before resting his hand to his hip.]
Well. How patient are you feeling? [His fingers gently tug that skirt back so he can ghost some contact between Cloud's thighs.] Or should I just get to business?
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[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
I'll let you pick.
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[Lightly, he drags his teeth over Cloud's throat, tracing over his pulse before giving a harder nip to the collarbone. More firmly, Daan presses his palm against Cloud's crotch, rubbing at him.]
I could tease you, then. I wonder how long you'd last until you started begging? Or would that be too mean for you? [Daan smiles in that way that's just a bit too sharp, a cat debating on how to play with the cornered mouse.] Guess you're just gonna have to tell me.
[But first, Daan does kiss Cloud firmly on the lips, humming against him. Although his hand finally works his cock out from the panties, Daan's fingers are featherlight, as if to barely trace his length from base to tip with no real grip to it.]
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So you wanna hear me beg, huh?
[ he may be flushing, but he’s still going to bite back. just a bit. ]
You gonna commit it to memory? Use it for your spank bank?
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Daan chuckles, nipping at an earlobe before he murmurs into it.]
Spank bank. Is that what we're calling it?
Well. I have a very good memory -- so it is a distinct chance. Maybe I'll fuck myself open with my fingers while I'm thinking of you?
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…Mm. [ he’s thinking about it and hardening in real time, whoops. ] I…
I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you before. [ he admits in a fit of honesty, ears hot. ] …To thoughts of us together.
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