[ murmured before wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and taking him into his mouth, head bobbing downwards as swallows him bit by bit. cloud comes back up for air, just for a moment— ]
Just like you are right now… it suits you.
[ and then he descends again, lips puckering around daan’s length before he’s back at it. ]
[It's a beautiful sight, watching Cloud start to swallow him down. Those pretty lips are working, and stunning eyes gazing up at him. What's nearly unbearable is how gently Cloud is suddenly treating him, a stark contrast from their first round. Daan is gasping, reaching to rest his hand on Cloud's head; not to push him or demand anything, just to leave it there.]
[ maybe he is-- and that's exactly how he wants it. cloud focuses on working down to the base of his cock, pushing himself beyond his limits; heat pricks at his eyes, damp and overwhelming.
once he's taken the entirety of him into his mouth's, cloud shoulders rise and fall as he determinedly draws him into measured motions. he doesn't stop, even as his jaw clicks, even as the fullness borders on being all too much. ]
[Cloud isn't stopping. Of course he isn't; he's a man on a mission, after all. Committed to, exactly, spoiling Daan. It's such a strange thing to still experience; he knows the bruises, the stings on his skin and to enjoy them. To know they're from Cloud, marking him. But this, to be so thoroughly tended to--]
Cloud. Cloud...
[The bruises are, curiously, starting to fade and heal from Daan's skin. The aches fade, and he doesn't notice right at the moment, too deep into enjoying that mouth working away on his cock.]
[ too full. too much. and yet his ears twitch, tantalized by the sound of cloud's name on his mouth -- a pitifully saccharine thing. daan's flesh tastes of salt, and it clings to his tongue, enveloping his mouth as he groans against his cock.
two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]
[He continues repeating Cloud's name, quickly becoming breathless as he goes. The urge to jerk himself into that hot mouth is there, but the hands on his hips keep him down. Instead, he's at Cloud's wonderful mercy, overwhelming and wonderful and prickling his eye.
Finally, he gasps and shudders under Cloud, lips trembling as he comes for the third time so far. His back arches, fingers gently massaging into Cloud's scalp.
A tear rolls down his cheek; it's terribly vulnerable, as it always is, but Daan has also begun to learn that he can let that happen with Cloud. He can afford to. Maybe, for a change, he's safe.]
[ cloud pulls back, cum spraying across his face in viscous ropes — it dribbles down his jaw, and he swallows the rest crudely before his gaze intertwines with daan’s.
gradually, he crawls onto him, a hand framing his face; it thumbs that tear away. ]
[Ah. Now there's a sight to behold. It's enough that his cock stays hard as he admires the look of it.
Honestly, he'd almost forgotten about the tear for a moment until Cloud brushes it off.]
...Yeah. I think so.
[No frantic statement to ascertain that he's fine when he's not. But truthfully -- yes, in this moment, he does actually feel okay. And he's really, actually safe to feel as he does right now.
He treasures it. Treasures Cloud.]
Fuck, you look good like that, though. [Daan is definitely going to remember that.]
I'm sure. I'm just... [There's a slow inhale, then the admission:] I like how you treat me. With either bruises, or... the other way.
[The delicate touches. The kindness. Those are the words he's looking for, but it flusters him to say it. They're things he isn't used to, but he's finding that he does enjoy it more and more.]
Heh, well. I'm not gonna say "no."
But you're gonna want to clean that off. Dried cum can be real nasty. [Daan leans in, sliding his tongue over Cloud's chin, tasting himself.]
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[ murmured before wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and taking him into his mouth, head bobbing downwards as swallows him bit by bit. cloud comes back up for air, just for a moment— ]
Just like you are right now… it suits you.
[ and then he descends again, lips puckering around daan’s length before he’s back at it. ]
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Fuck, Cloud...
Told you-- you're spoiling me.
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once he's taken the entirety of him into his mouth's, cloud shoulders rise and fall as he determinedly draws him into measured motions. he doesn't stop, even as his jaw clicks, even as the fullness borders on being all too much. ]
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[Cloud isn't stopping. Of course he isn't; he's a man on a mission, after all. Committed to, exactly, spoiling Daan. It's such a strange thing to still experience; he knows the bruises, the stings on his skin and to enjoy them. To know they're from Cloud, marking him. But this, to be so thoroughly tended to--]
Cloud. Cloud...
[The bruises are, curiously, starting to fade and heal from Daan's skin. The aches fade, and he doesn't notice right at the moment, too deep into enjoying that mouth working away on his cock.]
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two hands grip at daan's hips for purchase -- and his pace quickens, breath in suspension as he teeters along the edge of his own limitations. but he doesn't intend on stopping until daan comes. ]
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Finally, he gasps and shudders under Cloud, lips trembling as he comes for the third time so far. His back arches, fingers gently massaging into Cloud's scalp.
A tear rolls down his cheek; it's terribly vulnerable, as it always is, but Daan has also begun to learn that he can let that happen with Cloud. He can afford to. Maybe, for a change, he's safe.]
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gradually, he crawls onto him, a hand framing his face; it thumbs that tear away. ]
…You okay?
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Honestly, he'd almost forgotten about the tear for a moment until Cloud brushes it off.]
...Yeah. I think so.
[No frantic statement to ascertain that he's fine when he's not. But truthfully -- yes, in this moment, he does actually feel okay. And he's really, actually safe to feel as he does right now.
He treasures it. Treasures Cloud.]
Fuck, you look good like that, though. [Daan is definitely going to remember that.]
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[ his fingers smooth down his cheek, his touch delicate in a way that he’d reserved only for daan. ]
…Guess you’ll just have to see me like this more often, then. [ the corners of his lips quirk up, the slightest bit mischievous. ]
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[The delicate touches. The kindness. Those are the words he's looking for, but it flusters him to say it. They're things he isn't used to, but he's finding that he does enjoy it more and more.]
Heh, well. I'm not gonna say "no."
But you're gonna want to clean that off. Dried cum can be real nasty. [Daan leans in, sliding his tongue over Cloud's chin, tasting himself.]
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…Then I won’t stop. [ there’s a real promise in that statement. ] So get used to it.
[ daan’s tongue drags up his skin, and cloud’s skin heats, warmth prickling up his spine. ]
…Hmph. Guess I owe you one, huh.
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[A solid warmth in Daan's voice, fond as anything.]
Do you? [There's another lick, mostly to be coy and tease Cloud.]