[ 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. ]
[Softly Daan hums at the hands sliding up his waist, giving a more firm roll of his hips. He smiles to himself, as if flustered at the compliment. Maybe he is; he knows it's sincere, after all.]
Beautiful all covered by bruises you made, hm?
[He rises and falls on his cock again and again, sighing as he goes, sounding content. Fingers fan over Cloud's shoulders, slowly pushing open his shirt. Unlike how roughly he enjoyed himself under Cloud's hands and mouth, Daan idly traces his thumbs over Cloud's nipples, noting but precise and careful with his touches.]
[ warmth swims in the blues of his eyes, an earnest smile playing along the edges of his mouth. daan feels unbearably good around him — and his breath hitches at the brush of his thumbs against his nipples.
[After the first round, Daan has been left more sensitive. That along with Cloud's sheer strength fucking into him strikes true, sending blinding pleasure up his spine.
Daan braces himself against Cloud's chest, as if all he can do is just fo along with it now.
Deserve. That again. It's not surprising to hear Cloud say it, but still doesn't fit right. Not that he doesn't... want it to, but that he can't quite see what Cloud sees. Daan bites his lower lip, closing his eye for a moment, trying to even himself out at least mentally.]
[ he relishes every little noise he manages to pry from daan’s throat; his hips pivot up more frequently, more rhythmically, until he’s thrusting right up into daan at an even and punishing pace. cloud’s mouth catches on the beginnings of a moan. ]
[He can't think, he can't do anything but take it, and it's so good. Daan's fingers curl tighter into Cloud's shoulders, and he looks down at him, brows knitted.]
Want-- want to be good for you.
[Daan's voice is strained, desperate, and honest, like a confession. With it being said, Daan chokes on a sound, suddenly finding himself squeezing around Cloud's cock, coming untouched this time.]
[ it’s too much. daan clenches around him, taut and needy, and cloud’s back rises from the bed — only for him to grip daan by the shoulders, flipping him over so that he can rut into him through the shockwave of his own orgasm. ]
You are, [ he croaks into his ear, the words crescendoing into an unabashed moan. ] you’re so much more than you realize…
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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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Beautiful all covered by bruises you made, hm?
[He rises and falls on his cock again and again, sighing as he goes, sounding content. Fingers fan over Cloud's shoulders, slowly pushing open his shirt. Unlike how roughly he enjoyed himself under Cloud's hands and mouth, Daan idly traces his thumbs over Cloud's nipples, noting but precise and careful with his touches.]
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[ warmth swims in the blues of his eyes, an earnest smile playing along the edges of his mouth. daan feels unbearably good around him — and his breath hitches at the brush of his thumbs against his nipples.
cloud’s hips angle upwards, thrusting into him. ]
…You’re a good man, doc. My man.
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[He's been lucky so far with Cloud, but eventually he's sure Sylvian's whims will come into play in due time.
He gasps, eye widening as he practically feels himself riding over Cloud's thrust. Fuck, that feels good.]
Mm. [Daan blushes more fiercely at that, sliding a hand up to cup Cloud's cheek.] You're so good to me, Cloud.
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...You deserve that. [ another thrust, this one more brutal than the last. ] Someone who's good to you...
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[After the first round, Daan has been left more sensitive. That along with Cloud's sheer strength fucking into him strikes true, sending blinding pleasure up his spine.
Daan braces himself against Cloud's chest, as if all he can do is just fo along with it now.
Deserve. That again. It's not surprising to hear Cloud say it, but still doesn't fit right. Not that he doesn't... want it to, but that he can't quite see what Cloud sees. Daan bites his lower lip, closing his eye for a moment, trying to even himself out at least mentally.]
Cloud...
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Need you so bad, Daan…
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[He can't think, he can't do anything but take it, and it's so good. Daan's fingers curl tighter into Cloud's shoulders, and he looks down at him, brows knitted.]
Want-- want to be good for you.
[Daan's voice is strained, desperate, and honest, like a confession. With it being said, Daan chokes on a sound, suddenly finding himself squeezing around Cloud's cock, coming untouched this time.]
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You are, [ he croaks into his ear, the words crescendoing into an unabashed moan. ] you’re so much more than you realize…
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