[ 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. ]
[Once their lips meet again in a kiss, Daan lets himself moan openly, barely stifled by Cloud's mouth. He makes a desperate whine when they part, his hips bucking into the hand stroking him.
The harsh strike to his ass earns a cry, his back arching, trying to press up against Cloud more. Briefly, he's almost forgotten about the people at the end of the hallway, but a brief glance toward them makes the reality sink in. His face burns, both bashful and utterly consumed by how badly he wants the other man.]
Fuck-- please. Please, Cloud. [Daan reaches back, hooking his finger into a part of his panties before he's spreading himself open by gripping one cheek of his ass.]
Please.
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[ there's an animalistic impulse, a need to drive into him -- relentlessly, brutally, claiming him as his own. his hand falls away from his cock, reaching for a spare packet of lube tucked away in his pocket. you know, normal sex resort things.
he's quick to coat his fingers in it, the cooling sensation cutting through the heat pricking at his skin. a palm fans over daan's groin again, taking him back into his hand as he press a finger into him entrance simultaneously. for every stroke of his cock, he pumps a finger forward and out, a constant push and pull intended to send daan teetering on the edge. ]
Want me so bad, [ his teeth are nipping at the shell of his ear as he speaks. ] you're givin' yourself to me just like that, huh? For everyone to see as they walk by?
[There's the satisfying sensation of the finger pressing inside. It's not enough, of course. It won't be until Cloud's cock is splitting him open and fucking him in front of everyone, but it tides him over only just; his tongue starts to feel heavy in his mouth, and finds himself trying to chase after the hands tending to him. The one on his cock, stroking him; the one getting him ready, opening him up.
Daan shudders at the teeth against his ear, and he peers back over his shoulder with a heated gaze. When he speaks, his voice is breathy, needy.]
They... should know. Should know how good you make me feel. [Biting his lip, he tries to push himself back onto Cloud's finger more urgently, practically begging for more.]
Want them to know. [Even if it's making him blush fiercely.]
They should know, [ smooth, agile motions, each one growing more vigorous then the last; back and forth, back and forth, a steady and unyielding rhythm forms as he pushes in out of him, smoothing down his cock from top to bottom. ] so they can't take you from me. So they know who you belong to.
[ there's an ugly part of his brain -- the one that thinks "your wife couldn't have made you feel like this, could she? never saw this side of you -- never saw you this consumed with desire." he knows better than to say it aloud. it's cruel, a hideous and horribly jealous thing, but he thinks it no less.
all he can do is fuck him harder in response. two fingers, then three, teeth dragging across the nape of his neck. ]
[It's getting less and less bearable, driving him crazy. Daan's fingers curl against the wall and he tries to push, but Cloud is stronger than him.]
Cloud--
[Then more fingers are shoving up inside of him and Daan gasps, arching his back and hips trying to angle himself to grind down urgently. More, he silently begs. More of that, more of him, just more.]
I'd never. [He whispers it like a promise. Cloud-- he's too precious to Daan by now. Daan could never forget him.]
[ that’s exactly what he wants to hear. somehow, it makes him worse.
his fingers retract, both hands stilling; there’s a cold, seemingly endless silence before his cock bobs out, painfully rigid before it enters daan’s entrance gradually.
both of his hands are focused on gripping him by his hips now. the tips of his fingers press into his skin harshly enough to bruise; with the aid of his excess strength, he folds daan over, trapping him against the wall before beginning to thrust into him. ]
This what you wanted? [ he says it calmly, voice even and level, but he’s fraying at the edges bit by bit. ] Why don’t you tell everyone?
[Though it isn't long, there's that brief pang of silence as Cloud's fingers suddenly pull away. It's-- quiet. For a moment, he isn't sure what to make of it. For a split second, there's irrational panic -- he said something or did something wrong, of course, he must have; doesn't know how to act, how to be, never enough.
But the moment passes, thankfully. Worries are broken away, and Daan lets out a ragged groan as he feels that cock press inside of him finally. It's becoming familiar now, the sensation of being filled up by Cloud.]
Ahh-- [The breath is squeezed out of him as he's folded over, utterly stuck between Cloud and the wall. The bruises are expected, wanted even, but he's nearly choking on air to swallow it down.]
Wanted-- ah. Wanted this. Want you. [Daan's face burns, but he's trying to speak even as he trips over his words.] Want you to fuck me, Cloud.
[ spurred on by every sound, every affirmation that parts from his lips, cloud snaps his hips right into him; the feeling is painfully, beautifully tight, warmth permeating his very being.
he fucks into daan mercilessly. wants to render him incoherent, wordless even, as he angles his hips up so he can find that sweet spot — he knows it well enough by now. ]
You’re so good for me, Daan… [ and he rolls his hips, each thrust more punishing than the last. ] All the time. Always.
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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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The harsh strike to his ass earns a cry, his back arching, trying to press up against Cloud more. Briefly, he's almost forgotten about the people at the end of the hallway, but a brief glance toward them makes the reality sink in. His face burns, both bashful and utterly consumed by how badly he wants the other man.]
Fuck-- please. Please, Cloud. [Daan reaches back, hooking his finger into a part of his panties before he's spreading himself open by gripping one cheek of his ass.]
Please.
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he's quick to coat his fingers in it, the cooling sensation cutting through the heat pricking at his skin. a palm fans over daan's groin again, taking him back into his hand as he press a finger into him entrance simultaneously. for every stroke of his cock, he pumps a finger forward and out, a constant push and pull intended to send daan teetering on the edge. ]
Want me so bad, [ his teeth are nipping at the shell of his ear as he speaks. ] you're givin' yourself to me just like that, huh? For everyone to see as they walk by?
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Daan shudders at the teeth against his ear, and he peers back over his shoulder with a heated gaze. When he speaks, his voice is breathy, needy.]
They... should know. Should know how good you make me feel. [Biting his lip, he tries to push himself back onto Cloud's finger more urgently, practically begging for more.]
Want them to know. [Even if it's making him blush fiercely.]
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[ there's an ugly part of his brain -- the one that thinks "your wife couldn't have made you feel like this, could she? never saw this side of you -- never saw you this consumed with desire." he knows better than to say it aloud. it's cruel, a hideous and horribly jealous thing, but he thinks it no less.
all he can do is fuck him harder in response. two fingers, then three, teeth dragging across the nape of his neck. ]
...I'll make sure you don't forget me.
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Cloud--
[Then more fingers are shoving up inside of him and Daan gasps, arching his back and hips trying to angle himself to grind down urgently. More, he silently begs. More of that, more of him, just more.]
I'd never. [He whispers it like a promise. Cloud-- he's too precious to Daan by now. Daan could never forget him.]
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his fingers retract, both hands stilling; there’s a cold, seemingly endless silence before his cock bobs out, painfully rigid before it enters daan’s entrance gradually.
both of his hands are focused on gripping him by his hips now. the tips of his fingers press into his skin harshly enough to bruise; with the aid of his excess strength, he folds daan over, trapping him against the wall before beginning to thrust into him. ]
This what you wanted? [ he says it calmly, voice even and level, but he’s fraying at the edges bit by bit. ] Why don’t you tell everyone?
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But the moment passes, thankfully. Worries are broken away, and Daan lets out a ragged groan as he feels that cock press inside of him finally. It's becoming familiar now, the sensation of being filled up by Cloud.]
Ahh-- [The breath is squeezed out of him as he's folded over, utterly stuck between Cloud and the wall. The bruises are expected, wanted even, but he's nearly choking on air to swallow it down.]
Wanted-- ah. Wanted this. Want you. [Daan's face burns, but he's trying to speak even as he trips over his words.] Want you to fuck me, Cloud.
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he fucks into daan mercilessly. wants to render him incoherent, wordless even, as he angles his hips up so he can find that sweet spot — he knows it well enough by now. ]
You’re so good for me, Daan… [ and he rolls his hips, each thrust more punishing than the last. ] All the time. Always.
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