[Arms encircle Cloud's shoulders, Daan brushing his lips against the other's forehead.]
Wish granted. I'm afraid to say at this point that you're rather stuck with me.
[Daan knows. Not just Cloud's feelings, but his own -- how deep he had gotten, how deeper still it goes and will probably keep going.
Eventually, it will be a matter they both have to face. For now, though, this is enough. It's damn well near enough the stir happiness in his heart when he had only known grief and sorrow for so damned long.]
[ his hands slide down daan’s back, possessive and greedy. it isn’t long before his lips are against daan’s, kissing him in slow and measured motions, chest pressed to his. he feels it — the rhythm of his heartbeat, melodious and sweet. ]
[A hand cups the back of Cloud's head, gently scratching through spikes and against his scalp. He leans into the kiss, smiling slightly against him; it's slow, and gentle, nothing quick and fierce. Daan enjoys both, but the former feels so rare until recently.
He'll let himself chase after it.
Cloud's invitation earns a brief little laugh from Daan. It's short, but genuine.]
[ well, that stew is undoubtedly going to get cold — but it’s fine.
cloud kisses him again, fingers sneaking beneath the hem of daan’s shirt, gripping him by his hips. his lips brush up his neckline, peppering pecks along his skin, each one warming with affection. ]
[ his voice, for as level and stoic as it is, ripples with traces of amusement; his hands glide further down to palm at daan's ass. he loves the sight of that smile, and he doesn't know when he started to. ]
Depends. [ he teases. ] Remember when I said-- I had those dreams... about us in every part of your suite?
There's a soft noise at the hands settling on his ass, and Daan presses back against those palms. Fingers trace over the back of Cloud's neck, Daan's smile lingering.]
[ he gropes a little more harshly, that inhuman strength bleeding into his grip. the pads of daan's fingers grazing down the back of his neck sends a jolt of electricity down his spine, hairs standing on end. cloud leans in and nips at the crook of daan's neck. ]
Our clothes coming off, for one. [ then comes a thought-- ] We're already at the table. We can start here and make our way around throughout the day. Think you can handle that?
[The firmer grip makes him hum, feeling just a fraction of his superior strength. He tips his chin back, letting Cloud have clear access to his neck, eager for his affection.]
Through the day, he says. I'm gonna be real interested to see how literal you mean. [Daan pulls off his necktie in one clean motion, letting it drop to the table.] I think I can.
I mean it pretty literally. I told you to cancel your plans for a reason.
[ cue taken. he kisses a stripe up jawline, taking care to press his lips against his eyepatch. it's a gentle, brisk movement. ]
I've got mako in me. If I can fight all day, I can fuck too. [ he's not normally so blunt in this regard, but -- they've gotten comfortable enough with this that it comes naturally. ]
Helps that I don't get sick of you. [ more shyly: ] ...I mean that. Seeing your face everyday...
It's... it's been good for me. More than you know.
[ those words make his heart stir, fluttering against his ribcage. his fingers trace up the curvature of daan's jawline, delicately coaxing him into another kiss. he has his taste memorized by now, but somehow, he never grows tired of it. so he kisses him again, over and over, the silence of daan's suite only stifled by the sound of their lips smacking against one another.
"i'm all yours." ...he could get addicted to the sound of that. ]
...I watch you when you sleep sometimes, too. [ he probably sounds like a creep, but-- ] You hold onto me a little tighter when you're deep in your dreams. Makes me wonder what you're thinking about.
[ if it's a good dream -- if it's of a world that's treated him better. ]
...Daan. [ his voice lowers, tense and steely. ] ...If you say that you're mine, then... I'm not gonna hold back.
[It quickly begins to feel like nothing outside of this room matters. And right now, he doesn't mind that, just content to leaning into each kiss, chasing after Cloud's lips eagerly. He's almost frustrated that their mouths part to talk.]
I can tell you that they're better dreams than I've had for awhile.
[And that is the truth. He's been chased by nightmares for the majority of his life. It's much improved now, but he sleeps all the more soundly if Cloud is here with him.
Daan leans back a bit, then grins at Cloud.]
Is that a problem? I don't really want you to hold back at all. I was happy having those bruises on me, even if it was only for a little while.
[ at first, he’s hit with relief. then— ah, that shit eating grin. alright. so he was asking for it.
cloud’s fingers curl into the collar daan’s shirt before he yanks him into another kiss, this one far greedier than the last, tongue searching his mouth. his teeth drag at daan’s lower lip. ]
Then you’re mine. I’ll make sure you know it in both body and mind if I have to.
[ a hand fists the center his shirt. the fabric twists in between in his fingers before he practically pries it off, the buttons all coming undone at once. ]
[The kiss this time steals the breath right out of Daan, but frankly he couldn't care; he's glad to lose himself to this kiss, leaning in and opening his mouth for Cloud to roam and claim. He buries his fingers into a hair of spikes, quietly enjoying the texture of it, the defiant shape.
Then he can breathe again. Daan nips at Cloud's jawline.
You're mine. It makes him shiver, thinking about it. To be genuinely wanted is... new. It's so new, but he could drown in it.]
My neck. [Daan is squirming out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Normally he'd take the time to fold it and put it away, but he feels himself growing impatient.] So I can't even cover it with my clothing.
[ cloud’s attention is unwavering, entirely focused on him. the palms of his hands skate up daan’s waist, mapping out his skin, and he’s kissing him again all the while. ]
You want people to see… [ the pitch of his voice lowers, quieted and rigid. ] …To know that you’re mine.
[ and so without hesitation, his teeth scrape against the angle of his neck. he sucks harshly, purple blossoming beneath his lips, before biting — hard. he’s thumbing at one of daan’s nipples as his other hand rests against his hip, firmly holding him in place. ]
…I want them to know too. I’d show them if I could.
[It echoes in his mind, the idea of being Cloud's. Mine. Daan's fingers dig into Cloud's shoulders, pressing desperately into the kiss.]
I do.
[That even if he aims to win the game, he'd come back to Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, gasping at the teeth on his throat and suction encouraging a fresh bruise to form on his skin. The sensation runs down to his dick, pleasurable, but moreso with the concept of Cloud leaving his marks on his skin like a canvas.]
Ah. [A small noise is pulled out and he squirms a little at the touch against his nipple, sensitive as ever. Daan strokes a palm down Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, marveling for a moment at how beautiful he is.] More. Give me more.
[ music to his ears. cloud rolls his nipple in between the pads of his fingers, kneading as his mouth latches onto daan’s collarbone.
he sucks at tender flesh — leaving a trail of bite marks, each one burning with a searing crimson, before dragging his tongue down every aching patch of purple and wound. he wants to lay claim to as much skin as he can, so he does, relentlessly. ]
…There’s no hiding this.
[ his hips pivot up — a hand cups daan’s jaw as he forces him to confront his gaze. ]
[It's hard to say if was born sensitive because of the circumstances of his parentage, or if he ended up this way because of his affinity with Sylvian. Either way, she is responsible for it, so just about every part of him is made to end up gasping under someone's touch.
He's glad it's Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, moaning softly and arching his back slightly, pushing into the fingers teasing his hardening nipple, wanting more of his mouth leaving welts and bruises behind. His eye opens, locking his gaze with those intense mako infused eyes, finding them beautiful as the rest of Cloud.]
No. Nothing to be shy about.
[In return, he gives a smooth roll of his hips, pressing against Cloud as much as he can.]
Well. Unless you plan to tease me about it in front of other people. Then maybe.
[ cloud’s hands both raise to massage his chest, the lines of his palms kissing his skin. he gropes teasingly, slowly, prodding and pulling at flesh. his lips are skirting his neckline, and he sinks his teeth into him again, drawing a pinprick of blood as the taste of copper sweeps across his tongue. ]
I could show ‘em how I did it.
[ he mouths over the fresh wound, suckling faintly; before kissing the same spot, open mouthed and heady. ]
Oh-- [He's gasping, squirming a moment under Cloud's hands working at his chest. There's a whine that follows as teeth and mouth ensure his skin is thoroughly marked, blotches standing out easily and proudly on pale skin.]
Yeah? Wouldn't that fluster you too?
[Though Daan tries to go for sounding smug, he's closer to breathless, fiercely turned on. But fuck, if Cloud wanted him in public, he wouldn't say no.
He reaches down, steady fingers starting to open the buckle of his trousers, eager to get himself free. A man of his word, Daan has opted to wear one of the pairs of panties today, sleek dark silk with lace accenting. Though of course, it doesn't exactly fit over his ass.]
[A soft cry follows, Daan gripping at Cloud's shoulders like a lifeline. The panties, naturally, do absolutely nothing to hide his erection, not that he's particularly abashed about it.
He huffs, wrapping his arms around Cloud's neck, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips.]
Look who's so bold now.
[Another kiss, this time to his jawline, his lips trembling as he feels that hand palm at his ass. Daan rolls his hips again, encouraging.]
[ he kisses him back — gradual and heated, tongue searching for his. he’s growing harder by the second, pants tenting against daan’s cock. the want muddling his brain is too much. this is one of those moments where he’s too bold, too stupid, only acts in the now and here.
so he stands up, lifting daan. and, without any warning, does in fact approach the door. ]
My, my. I've made you into something of an exhibitionist, huh?
[And Cloud, evidently, opts to call any potential bluff. He stands with Daan clinging to him, inhaling sharply and squeezing his legs around the other's hips. Off they go, marching toward the door.
Daan does blush fiercely, then buries his face into Cloud's neck.]
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Wish granted. I'm afraid to say at this point that you're rather stuck with me.
[Daan knows. Not just Cloud's feelings, but his own -- how deep he had gotten, how deeper still it goes and will probably keep going.
Eventually, it will be a matter they both have to face. For now, though, this is enough. It's damn well near enough the stir happiness in his heart when he had only known grief and sorrow for so damned long.]
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[ his hands slide down daan’s back, possessive and greedy. it isn’t long before his lips are against daan’s, kissing him in slow and measured motions, chest pressed to his. he feels it — the rhythm of his heartbeat, melodious and sweet. ]
Wanna see how stuck you can get?
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He'll let himself chase after it.
Cloud's invitation earns a brief little laugh from Daan. It's short, but genuine.]
How could I turn you down wit a line like that?
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cloud kisses him again, fingers sneaking beneath the hem of daan’s shirt, gripping him by his hips. his lips brush up his neckline, peppering pecks along his skin, each one warming with affection. ]
…If you’ve got any plans for today, cancel ‘em.
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There's a pleased sigh at the kisses spreading over his pale skin, Daan turning his head to lightly nibble at Cloud's ear.]
I see my day is suddenly going to be occupied by you, then. What a problem.
[Daan acquiesces easily with a sharper smile.] All right. Gladly. Got anything in mind?
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[ his voice, for as level and stoic as it is, ripples with traces of amusement; his hands glide further down to palm at daan's ass. he loves the sight of that smile, and he doesn't know when he started to. ]
Depends. [ he teases. ] Remember when I said-- I had those dreams... about us in every part of your suite?
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[Definitely said without any seriousness.
There's a soft noise at the hands settling on his ass, and Daan presses back against those palms. Fingers trace over the back of Cloud's neck, Daan's smile lingering.]
Oh yes. I remember.
So what's the next part of those dreams?
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[ he gropes a little more harshly, that inhuman strength bleeding into his grip. the pads of daan's fingers grazing down the back of his neck sends a jolt of electricity down his spine, hairs standing on end. cloud leans in and nips at the crook of daan's neck. ]
Our clothes coming off, for one. [ then comes a thought-- ] We're already at the table. We can start here and make our way around throughout the day. Think you can handle that?
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[The firmer grip makes him hum, feeling just a fraction of his superior strength. He tips his chin back, letting Cloud have clear access to his neck, eager for his affection.]
Through the day, he says. I'm gonna be real interested to see how literal you mean. [Daan pulls off his necktie in one clean motion, letting it drop to the table.] I think I can.
Can you?
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[ cue taken. he kisses a stripe up jawline, taking care to press his lips against his eyepatch. it's a gentle, brisk movement. ]
I've got mako in me. If I can fight all day, I can fuck too. [ he's not normally so blunt in this regard, but -- they've gotten comfortable enough with this that it comes naturally. ]
Helps that I don't get sick of you. [ more shyly: ] ...I mean that. Seeing your face everyday...
It's... it's been good for me. More than you know.
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[Which isn't hard to do. Marina will just make fun of him later for it, and he likes the teasing anyway.
He pauses briefly at the lips against his eyepatch. Not in a bad way, but the tender attention does bring a bit of pink dusting his pale face.]
It just so happens that I quite enjoy waking up and seeing you're... still there. You can look so peaceful when you're sleeping.
I like you, Cloud. A lot. I'm grateful you gave me another chance. [Well. It's becoming more than just liking, but one step at a time.] I'm all yours.
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"i'm all yours." ...he could get addicted to the sound of that. ]
...I watch you when you sleep sometimes, too. [ he probably sounds like a creep, but-- ] You hold onto me a little tighter when you're deep in your dreams. Makes me wonder what you're thinking about.
[ if it's a good dream -- if it's of a world that's treated him better. ]
...Daan. [ his voice lowers, tense and steely. ] ...If you say that you're mine, then... I'm not gonna hold back.
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I can tell you that they're better dreams than I've had for awhile.
[And that is the truth. He's been chased by nightmares for the majority of his life. It's much improved now, but he sleeps all the more soundly if Cloud is here with him.
Daan leans back a bit, then grins at Cloud.]
Is that a problem? I don't really want you to hold back at all. I was happy having those bruises on me, even if it was only for a little while.
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cloud’s fingers curl into the collar daan’s shirt before he yanks him into another kiss, this one far greedier than the last, tongue searching his mouth. his teeth drag at daan’s lower lip. ]
Then you’re mine. I’ll make sure you know it in both body and mind if I have to.
[ a hand fists the center his shirt. the fabric twists in between in his fingers before he practically pries it off, the buttons all coming undone at once. ]
Where do you want me to mark you first?
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Then he can breathe again. Daan nips at Cloud's jawline.
You're mine. It makes him shiver, thinking about it. To be genuinely wanted is... new. It's so new, but he could drown in it.]
My neck. [Daan is squirming out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Normally he'd take the time to fold it and put it away, but he feels himself growing impatient.] So I can't even cover it with my clothing.
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You want people to see… [ the pitch of his voice lowers, quieted and rigid. ] …To know that you’re mine.
[ and so without hesitation, his teeth scrape against the angle of his neck. he sucks harshly, purple blossoming beneath his lips, before biting — hard. he’s thumbing at one of daan’s nipples as his other hand rests against his hip, firmly holding him in place. ]
…I want them to know too. I’d show them if I could.
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I do.
[That even if he aims to win the game, he'd come back to Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, gasping at the teeth on his throat and suction encouraging a fresh bruise to form on his skin. The sensation runs down to his dick, pleasurable, but moreso with the concept of Cloud leaving his marks on his skin like a canvas.]
Ah. [A small noise is pulled out and he squirms a little at the touch against his nipple, sensitive as ever. Daan strokes a palm down Cloud's cheek, down to his jawline, marveling for a moment at how beautiful he is.] More. Give me more.
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he sucks at tender flesh — leaving a trail of bite marks, each one burning with a searing crimson, before dragging his tongue down every aching patch of purple and wound. he wants to lay claim to as much skin as he can, so he does, relentlessly. ]
…There’s no hiding this.
[ his hips pivot up — a hand cups daan’s jaw as he forces him to confront his gaze. ]
You gonna get shy when they stare?
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He's glad it's Cloud.
Daan opens his mouth, moaning softly and arching his back slightly, pushing into the fingers teasing his hardening nipple, wanting more of his mouth leaving welts and bruises behind. His eye opens, locking his gaze with those intense mako infused eyes, finding them beautiful as the rest of Cloud.]
No. Nothing to be shy about.
[In return, he gives a smooth roll of his hips, pressing against Cloud as much as he can.]
Well. Unless you plan to tease me about it in front of other people. Then maybe.
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I could show ‘em how I did it.
[ he mouths over the fresh wound, suckling faintly; before kissing the same spot, open mouthed and heady. ]
Make them see that you really are mine.
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Yeah? Wouldn't that fluster you too?
[Though Daan tries to go for sounding smug, he's closer to breathless, fiercely turned on. But fuck, if Cloud wanted him in public, he wouldn't say no.
He reaches down, steady fingers starting to open the buckle of his trousers, eager to get himself free. A man of his word, Daan has opted to wear one of the pairs of panties today, sleek dark silk with lace accenting. Though of course, it doesn't exactly fit over his ass.]
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[ said easily, readily. his head dips to run his tongue down daan’s chest, teething around his nipple before he sucks harshly.
then daan’s pants come off and cloud’s eyes flit down, and then back up, and he makes a baffled little noise before shaking his head. ]
Maybe it would’ve a few months ago. But things are different now — …we’re different now.
I don’t care who knows or sees.
[ his fingers hook into his panties, one hand palming at an ass cheek. ]
If I really wanted to, I could take you out in the hallway and have you show these panties off for everyone. You’d like that, huh?
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He huffs, wrapping his arms around Cloud's neck, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips.]
Look who's so bold now.
[Another kiss, this time to his jawline, his lips trembling as he feels that hand palm at his ass. Daan rolls his hips again, encouraging.]
I'd let you. Besides, they were your idea.
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[ he kisses him back — gradual and heated, tongue searching for his. he’s growing harder by the second, pants tenting against daan’s cock. the want muddling his brain is too much. this is one of those moments where he’s too bold, too stupid, only acts in the now and here.
so he stands up, lifting daan. and, without any warning, does in fact approach the door. ]
Then don’t be surprised when people watch.
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[And Cloud, evidently, opts to call any potential bluff. He stands with Daan clinging to him, inhaling sharply and squeezing his legs around the other's hips. Off they go, marching toward the door.
Daan does blush fiercely, then buries his face into Cloud's neck.]
S'fine. Just... be with me.
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