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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[ 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.]