[ 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.
[At Cloud's complete mercy, all Daan can do is mindlessly take it. Each thrust is punctuated with a little ah squeezed out of Daan, a noise so quiet that it can barely be heard under the noisy slap of flesh on flesh. His body is ringing, being driven wild by how good it feels as he edges closer and closer.
Loudest of all is Cloud's sweet words, praising him, downright adoring. Daan makes a helpless mewling sound, unable to talk back even if he wants to.
A hand reaches down, urgently starting to stroke himself.]
[ people stare brazenly, eyes clinging onto the sight of them fucking; cloud buries his face into the crook of daan's shoulder before biting at his neck, a hand snaking around his hips to pry his hand from his cock -- and replace it with his own, attempting to jerk him to completion as he drives into him. ]
Daan, [ he mumbles into his skin, breathless. ] come for me.
[A helpless, strangled moan starts first at the bite, but it gives way into a pleasing whine when Daan's hand is shoved away as he's too drunk in pleasure to completely understand at first. Then he feels Cloud's hand jerking him off, lips by his ear--
Ah. This has to be a first for him, coming on command. Daan lets out a sharp cry, wracked with how beautifully overwhelmed he is. Spend is dripping down the wall messily, which Daan observes numbly as he pants, cock still twitching in Cloud's grip.]
it's fine. the resort has undeniably seen worse. more noteworthy is the cry that wrenches from daan's throat; cloud unravels shortly afterwards, riding out his orgasm as he spills inside of him. it deters his energy levels very little; sans no warning, cloud heaves daan up into his arms, lifting him off the ground. ]
[The hot spill earns a final shudder, back arching from the sensation. It's satisfying, not unlike how he enjoys it when Cloud marks up his body, leaving bruises and bites; this way, he's marked up inside, too.
And then he's suddenly in Cloud's arms, and Daan slides his arms languidly around his neck.]
Mmhmm. [Daan leans in, licking into Cloud's mouth with a sloppy kiss.] M'good. You?
Hah. [ a little huff of air. cloud brings them both to the bed, laying himself down so that he can prop daan onto his hips -- for a moment, he holds him up right above his cock, keeping him suspended with the sheer force of his strength. ]
No need to dream anymore when I've got you for myself, right?
[Cum is still trickling down his thighs, and he absently wonders how much more there will be before they're both satisfied. Daan's catching his breath, his mind finally catching up and not so fuck drunk, at least for now.
With him positioned as he is, Daan lets out another quiet, airy laugh, almost in disbelief at Cloud's strength as he's held up.]
That's true.
And you've certainly made my neighbors terribly aware.
If they’ve got a complaint, they can take up it with the assholes who run this place.
[ he relishes the sight of his spend beading down daan’s skin. the pads of his fingers dig into his flesh, slowly and surely seating him on his cock; that same warmth from before envelops him as he sinks into daan, and instinctively, his hips rock up into an arc. ]
[Not that he wasn't expecting it, but he lets out a groan as he's filled back up again with Cloud's cock. He leans over, pressing his hands to Cloud's shoulders so he can get some leverage, sighing as he rolls his hips to meet Cloud's.]
[ he feels around for daan's hips, encouraging him with a press of his fingertips. flush travels up his bare chest, shirt stripped open for him to see, as daan brackets him. ]
You... [ his grip harshens, pushing daan down further onto his cock. ] ...look good from down here. Could watch you all day...
[Absently, fingers trace over Cloud's chest, as if to admire the blush that's climbing up there. It's one thing for Cloud to fuck him against a wall as if it's nothing, but now he can actually see the man's face and reactions.
Cloud really is beautiful.]
Back at you. [Daan's voice is soft as he gazes down. He stops to shiver as he's pulled down more onto Cloud's dick, then rocks his hips to feel the drag of it inside.] Good thing we can probably go all day, huh.
[ daan sets the pace — it’s measured and slow, a stark contrast to the round before. the lines of cloud’s palms kiss up the paleness of daan’s skin, smoothing up his waist. ]
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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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Loudest of all is Cloud's sweet words, praising him, downright adoring. Daan makes a helpless mewling sound, unable to talk back even if he wants to.
A hand reaches down, urgently starting to stroke himself.]
Hhn-- Cloud, Cloud--
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Daan, [ he mumbles into his skin, breathless. ] come for me.
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Ah. This has to be a first for him, coming on command. Daan lets out a sharp cry, wracked with how beautifully overwhelmed he is. Spend is dripping down the wall messily, which Daan observes numbly as he pants, cock still twitching in Cloud's grip.]
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it's fine. the resort has undeniably seen worse. more noteworthy is the cry that wrenches from daan's throat; cloud unravels shortly afterwards, riding out his orgasm as he spills inside of him. it deters his energy levels very little; sans no warning, cloud heaves daan up into his arms, lifting him off the ground. ]
...We can head back inside now. You feeling okay?
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And then he's suddenly in Cloud's arms, and Daan slides his arms languidly around his neck.]
Mmhmm. [Daan leans in, licking into Cloud's mouth with a sloppy kiss.] M'good. You?
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cloud noses at him, lips pressing to his before they're back inside. ]
Could go a few more rounds. You?
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Oh, absolutely. [Daan nuzzles up to his temple.] Let's make those dreams of yours come true, huh?
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No need to dream anymore when I've got you for myself, right?
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With him positioned as he is, Daan lets out another quiet, airy laugh, almost in disbelief at Cloud's strength as he's held up.]
That's true.
And you've certainly made my neighbors terribly aware.
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[ he relishes the sight of his spend beading down daan’s skin. the pads of his fingers dig into his flesh, slowly and surely seating him on his cock; that same warmth from before envelops him as he sinks into daan, and instinctively, his hips rock up into an arc. ]
Fuck, [ cloud breathes out. ] …feels so good.
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[Not that he wasn't expecting it, but he lets out a groan as he's filled back up again with Cloud's cock. He leans over, pressing his hands to Cloud's shoulders so he can get some leverage, sighing as he rolls his hips to meet Cloud's.]
Mm. You... feel perfect inside.
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You... [ his grip harshens, pushing daan down further onto his cock. ] ...look good from down here. Could watch you all day...
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Cloud really is beautiful.]
Back at you. [Daan's voice is soft as he gazes down. He stops to shiver as he's pulled down more onto Cloud's dick, then rocks his hips to feel the drag of it inside.] Good thing we can probably go all day, huh.
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[ daan sets the pace — it’s measured and slow, a stark contrast to the round before. the lines of cloud’s palms kiss up the paleness of daan’s skin, smoothing up his waist. ]
Beautiful like this.
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