[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?
[Teeth tug at his earlobe, a little harder. Fingers circle lightly around the head of his cock before idly brushing down to the base, as if it was an afterthought.]
Oh? How naughty. Tell me, what were you thinking about when you were doing that, Cloud? How did you imagine me?
[ yeah, he's still red to his ears and trying to play it cool, whatever. his fingers find daan's shirt, curling into the fabric and clenching tightly. his hips shift, and he's leaning into his touch all the more as the heat trickles into the pit of his stomach. ]
Mmm... [ it's humiliating to admit, but-- ] Lot of things, and lots of ways. Me inside you, you inside me. On the bed, against the wall, over a counter, in public-- just...wanted us to touch each other -- and not stop.
[Daan knows that he likes it, and hardly takes offense, especially with him more or less in control right now. The smile stays, albeit becomes a bit more fond as he sees Cloud's fingers curl into his shirt. That's pretty damned cute.
There's a nuzzle to his temple before he kisses it.]
Sounds like someone's got it bad. How do you manage to keep it in your pants all day, huh? [Suddenly, Daan squeezes his hand more firmly around Cloud's cock at the base, giving him a firm stroke and rubbing his thumb around the crown. One more pump with his palm, then abruptly he goes back to those light touches.]
[ just stating the obvious, daan. if he could point at the hand on his dick he would. he's too busy holding in his breath, brows knitting, jaw shifting as it turns taut. and then he's back to gasping for air once daan pulls his palm away.
fuck. he's aching for it. ]
Daan-- [ it borders a whine, the way he says it. ]
[There's a wicked smile on Daan's face, and he tilts his head as he hears the way Cloud's voice sounds as he says his name.]
What was that? [Daan presses his index finger and thumb around the tip, not quite pinching or pulling, but enough to make sure that his grip can be felt -- such as it is.] Can I help you with something?
Oh, of course it is. I think about you plenty, Cloud.
[At the plea, Daan's expression softens and he leans in, pressing his lips to Cloud's; he licks into his mouth, sighing contentedly. His hand wraps more securely around that cock, starting to stroke in earnest.
Reluctantly, he parts from that kiss, whispering against Cloud's lips:]
[In the best and worst ways, Daan truly does. But ultimately, it's his own fault things have gotten so far like this, he should fix it sometime--
Though the way that whimper breaks out from Cloud spurs him on. Daan pulls his hand back only momentarily so he can lick his palm, making it slicker before he goes back to pumping that cock in his hand. The grip remains tighter than with all that teasing from before, and his other hand reaches for Cloud's again.]
How could I refuse you when you ask me so sweetly? [Daan kisses his jawline, then nibbles his neck, canines just scraping lightly.]
[ it's hard-- to say it with or without the haze. his eyes screw shut, and he presses up against daan, desperate for more contact. ]
Don't...expect anyone to, really. 'Specially not you...
[ his breath grows heavier, want drenching his senses. a hand moves to grip daan by the back of his head, threading through his hair, urging him onwards-- ]
[His hand gently squeezes Cloud's, leaning in to press himself against the other man as he's drawn in by the hand. Lips drag over Cloud's cheek, and he murmurs against him.]
I won't. Not until you're done.
Are you gonna come for me, like a good boy? [He smiles against him, his hand moving faster.] Let go, Cloud.
[ daan is warm; so unfathomably warm. his throat tightens, and as he rocks into his hand, desperate and pleading, cloud cums with a strained moan. what a way to stain this corset.
his body goes limp against daan, content to savor his body heat and touch for a moment. and then, quietly: ]
Did you... [ he looks away. ] mean what you said-- about...thinking of me?
[It's a lovely sight, watching him become undone, gasping his name. Though Daan does try to catch as much as he can, but alas the poor corset. Daan will make sure to pay for it and a replacement proper.
He lets Cloud lean against him, idly taking the time to lick his hand clean with a not unfamiliar flavor. As he finishes off along his fingers, he pauses at the question. Daan lowers his gaze, closing his eye before he gives a little nod.]
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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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[Teeth tug at his earlobe, a little harder. Fingers circle lightly around the head of his cock before idly brushing down to the base, as if it was an afterthought.]
Oh? How naughty. Tell me, what were you thinking about when you were doing that, Cloud? How did you imagine me?
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[ yeah, he's still red to his ears and trying to play it cool, whatever. his fingers find daan's shirt, curling into the fabric and clenching tightly. his hips shift, and he's leaning into his touch all the more as the heat trickles into the pit of his stomach. ]
Mmm... [ it's humiliating to admit, but-- ] Lot of things, and lots of ways. Me inside you, you inside me. On the bed, against the wall, over a counter, in public-- just...wanted us to touch each other -- and not stop.
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[Daan knows that he likes it, and hardly takes offense, especially with him more or less in control right now. The smile stays, albeit becomes a bit more fond as he sees Cloud's fingers curl into his shirt. That's pretty damned cute.
There's a nuzzle to his temple before he kisses it.]
Sounds like someone's got it bad. How do you manage to keep it in your pants all day, huh? [Suddenly, Daan squeezes his hand more firmly around Cloud's cock at the base, giving him a firm stroke and rubbing his thumb around the crown. One more pump with his palm, then abruptly he goes back to those light touches.]
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[ just stating the obvious, daan. if he could point at the hand on his dick he would. he's too busy holding in his breath, brows knitting, jaw shifting as it turns taut. and then he's back to gasping for air once daan pulls his palm away.
fuck. he's aching for it. ]
Daan-- [ it borders a whine, the way he says it. ]
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[There's a wicked smile on Daan's face, and he tilts his head as he hears the way Cloud's voice sounds as he says his name.]
What was that? [Daan presses his index finger and thumb around the tip, not quite pinching or pulling, but enough to make sure that his grip can be felt -- such as it is.] Can I help you with something?
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[ he's grumbling now, flush as he speaks. then daan toys with him, teasing at the tip of his cock, and cloud jerks forward. ]
Daan. [ he breathes out again. ]
P...[ more shyly: ] Please...
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[At the plea, Daan's expression softens and he leans in, pressing his lips to Cloud's; he licks into his mouth, sighing contentedly. His hand wraps more securely around that cock, starting to stroke in earnest.
Reluctantly, he parts from that kiss, whispering against Cloud's lips:]
There's a good boy. Is that better?
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[ he's caught in a daze, blinking through it momentarily; his head turns, eyes widening as he processes what he's just said.
he can hardly think before the heat of daan's mouth overtakes his own. a soft whimper escapes him, and his knees go weak. ]
Please... [ he asks again, voice still on the cusp of a whisper. ] Keep going...
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[In the best and worst ways, Daan truly does. But ultimately, it's his own fault things have gotten so far like this, he should fix it sometime--
Though the way that whimper breaks out from Cloud spurs him on. Daan pulls his hand back only momentarily so he can lick his palm, making it slicker before he goes back to pumping that cock in his hand. The grip remains tighter than with all that teasing from before, and his other hand reaches for Cloud's again.]
How could I refuse you when you ask me so sweetly? [Daan kisses his jawline, then nibbles his neck, canines just scraping lightly.]
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[ it's hard-- to say it with or without the haze. his eyes screw shut, and he presses up against daan, desperate for more contact. ]
Don't...expect anyone to, really. 'Specially not you...
[ his breath grows heavier, want drenching his senses. a hand moves to grip daan by the back of his head, threading through his hair, urging him onwards-- ]
Don't stop.
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[His hand gently squeezes Cloud's, leaning in to press himself against the other man as he's drawn in by the hand. Lips drag over Cloud's cheek, and he murmurs against him.]
I won't. Not until you're done.
Are you gonna come for me, like a good boy? [He smiles against him, his hand moving faster.] Let go, Cloud.
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[ daan is warm; so unfathomably warm. his throat tightens, and as he rocks into his hand, desperate and pleading, cloud cums with a strained moan. what a way to stain this corset.
his body goes limp against daan, content to savor his body heat and touch for a moment. and then, quietly: ]
Did you... [ he looks away. ] mean what you said-- about...thinking of me?
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[It's a lovely sight, watching him become undone, gasping his name. Though Daan does try to catch as much as he can, but alas the poor corset. Daan will make sure to pay for it and a replacement proper.
He lets Cloud lean against him, idly taking the time to lick his hand clean with a not unfamiliar flavor. As he finishes off along his fingers, he pauses at the question. Daan lowers his gaze, closing his eye before he gives a little nod.]
Does that bother you?
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