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.]
Already told you. You’re mine — and I want people to know it.
[ he, of course, would not be doing this had daan not enabled it; it’s a challenge in a sense, a thing he wants to push and press.
then, more gently— ]
…If it gets to be too much, tell me. Okay?
[ and then he pushes the door open, entering the hallway. it’s swathed in golden light, empty as the well varnished tiling clicks beneath his feet.
he looks around— there are people, down at the end of the hallway, but it’s fine. cloud sets daan down so that his back is facing him, cornering him against the wall. a hand ghosts over his cock through the fabric of his panties. ]
…What do you want? [ his chin settles into the crook of daan’s shoulder, his other hand tilting daan’s face towards him. ]
[There's a delighted shiver hearing it -- you're mine. He could get truly addicted to hearing it, knowing how wanted he is.]
It's okay, as long as you're with me.
[It's hard to define why it does fluster him more than expected. It feels like if this was more casual, if this was with someone he didn't care even half as much for, he wouldn't think twice. But with Cloud, it makes him blush furiously, holding on for as long as he can until he's set down.
Daan grunts at the fingers barely touching his cock, bracing his hands against the wall.]
Want you to show them. That I'm yours. Fuck me like this in front of them.
[ "as long as you're with me--" plays in his mind, rewinding in cycles, heat dappling along his cheeks. one of cloud's hands shoves itself into daan's panties, stroking up his cock in easy, gentle movements.
he draws him into a kiss -- melts into him, heat brimming with affection, slow and steady like the sunset. ]
Want you. [ he mutters in between breathes. ] All the time. So bad I can't take it.
[The kiss is just too sweet, slow and drawing him in. Daan whines into his mouth, his hips rolling toward Cloud's hand so carefully stroking him. It's such a sudden stark difference to all of the bruising laid out onto his skin, but Daan is drawn so much more to this affection. It makes his heart ache and yearning for more, whatever Cloud will give him.]
Cloud. [He gasps his name against his lips, pressing his ass back to grind against the other's clothed cock.] Want you too. Think about you so fucking much.
[So much that it, sometimes, still scares him. How he honestly didn't think he'd come around to want someone like this again.]
[ cloud's hips pivot forward, and he savors the friction, and the push and pull of their bodies; his breathing grows heavier, intermingled with heady desire, and he kisses down daan's neck fervently.
daan thinks about him, he says -- thinks about him often. the words sear into his mind, and he nearly stops, overcome by the realization. a hand grips daan by the mouth, coaxing his face towards cloud so that their gazes are boring into each other. ]
Daan. [ his cock smears against daan's ass through the fabric of his clothing, rutting up against him all the while. ] I'm not letting you go.
[On a pure physical level, everything feels good, just as he wants. The dull aches on his skin, feeling Cloud's hand touching his cock, grinding against him back. What gets him is when it's more like this -- emotional, weighing on his heart, and he's forced to gaze at Cloud and meet his intense eyes.
I'm not letting you go.
Daan whines against his hand, his brows knitting. It's so overwhelming, and he knows he's in deep -- it's going to only get deeper and deeper. His fingers curl against the wall, and he pushes harder against Cloud, trying to show how much he wants him. Needs him.]
[ cloud’s fingers deftly pump daan’s cock, hips snapping against him; in a haphazard motion, a hand wrenches his pants and briefs down, cock unfurling amidst the cool air. there are people— staring down, at the edge of the hallway. he sees them out of the corner of his vision, but it does little to deter him.
on the contrary, he lets his cock smear against daan’s ass, hand moving all the more vigorously. it’s slick beneath his finger tips, the friction warming his palm, and he yanks daan into another kiss. cloud moans into his mouth, each breath caught on the cusp of a grunt, and flicks his tongue against daan’s greedily. ]
You know they’re watching, right? [ he mutters into his ear. ] Gonna let ‘em know whose you are?
[The hot prodding of Cloud's dick makes Daan shudder for a moment; he wants it, in whatever way it'll be given to him. He opens his mouth, as if to devour the moans and give his own, tongue seeking out Cloud's urgently.
Yes. They're watching. He can practically feel their eyes, but his focus is placed entirely on Cloud. And there is some manner of comfort in knowing how well Daan is protected by him right now.
Daan leans in, gently using his teeth to tug at Cloud's lower lip.] Be easier if you make me scream your name, wouldn't it?
[ “tease,” he nearly says, stifled by the heady, overwhelming pang of desire that nearly wracks his body. he swallows him into another kiss, as if trying to rise up to the challenge, a groan lost in between their tongues.
he jerks him off in drawn out strokes, a thumb rubbing at the tip of his cock every time his hand maneuvers up. a hand grips at one of his ass cheeks before striking it harshly. ]
Maybe if you ask nice enough.
[ there’s a glint of a mischief in his eyes, a kind of arrogance sharpening the edges around his words. it’s all desire. ]
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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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[ he, of course, would not be doing this had daan not enabled it; it’s a challenge in a sense, a thing he wants to push and press.
then, more gently— ]
…If it gets to be too much, tell me. Okay?
[ and then he pushes the door open, entering the hallway. it’s swathed in golden light, empty as the well varnished tiling clicks beneath his feet.
he looks around— there are people, down at the end of the hallway, but it’s fine. cloud sets daan down so that his back is facing him, cornering him against the wall. a hand ghosts over his cock through the fabric of his panties. ]
…What do you want? [ his chin settles into the crook of daan’s shoulder, his other hand tilting daan’s face towards him. ]
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It's okay, as long as you're with me.
[It's hard to define why it does fluster him more than expected. It feels like if this was more casual, if this was with someone he didn't care even half as much for, he wouldn't think twice. But with Cloud, it makes him blush furiously, holding on for as long as he can until he's set down.
Daan grunts at the fingers barely touching his cock, bracing his hands against the wall.]
Want you to show them. That I'm yours. Fuck me like this in front of them.
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he draws him into a kiss -- melts into him, heat brimming with affection, slow and steady like the sunset. ]
Want you. [ he mutters in between breathes. ] All the time. So bad I can't take it.
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Cloud. [He gasps his name against his lips, pressing his ass back to grind against the other's clothed cock.] Want you too. Think about you so fucking much.
[So much that it, sometimes, still scares him. How he honestly didn't think he'd come around to want someone like this again.]
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daan thinks about him, he says -- thinks about him often. the words sear into his mind, and he nearly stops, overcome by the realization. a hand grips daan by the mouth, coaxing his face towards cloud so that their gazes are boring into each other. ]
Daan. [ his cock smears against daan's ass through the fabric of his clothing, rutting up against him all the while. ] I'm not letting you go.
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I'm not letting you go.
Daan whines against his hand, his brows knitting. It's so overwhelming, and he knows he's in deep -- it's going to only get deeper and deeper. His fingers curl against the wall, and he pushes harder against Cloud, trying to show how much he wants him. Needs him.]
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on the contrary, he lets his cock smear against daan’s ass, hand moving all the more vigorously. it’s slick beneath his finger tips, the friction warming his palm, and he yanks daan into another kiss. cloud moans into his mouth, each breath caught on the cusp of a grunt, and flicks his tongue against daan’s greedily. ]
You know they’re watching, right? [ he mutters into his ear. ] Gonna let ‘em know whose you are?
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Yes. They're watching. He can practically feel their eyes, but his focus is placed entirely on Cloud. And there is some manner of comfort in knowing how well Daan is protected by him right now.
Daan leans in, gently using his teeth to tug at Cloud's lower lip.] Be easier if you make me scream your name, wouldn't it?
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he jerks him off in drawn out strokes, a thumb rubbing at the tip of his cock every time his hand maneuvers up. a hand grips at one of his ass cheeks before striking it harshly. ]
Maybe if you ask nice enough.
[ there’s a glint of a mischief in his eyes, a kind of arrogance sharpening the edges around his words. it’s all desire. ]
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