[ cloud's breath hitches at his touch. wow. he brings the back of his palm up to his face, trying to obscure his embarrassment. ]
...Doctor? [ daan wasn't -- he wasn't like ■■■■. medical procedures, latex gloves, syringes and scalpels. the thought of them makes him sick. for a moment, the blues of his eyes phase through him, staring into the ether altogether.
very sexy!
when he speaks again-- he drifts back to reality, shaking his head. ]
...You're a good doctor. [ he breathes out. ] I can tell.
[ and then he-- gasps? he sucks in a breath, shuddering, growing slightly hard at the contact alone. fuck. he's never going to live this down. ]
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...Doctor? [ daan wasn't -- he wasn't like ■■■■. medical procedures, latex gloves, syringes and scalpels. the thought of them makes him sick. for a moment, the blues of his eyes phase through him, staring into the ether altogether.
very sexy!
when he speaks again-- he drifts back to reality, shaking his head. ]
...You're a good doctor. [ he breathes out. ] I can tell.
[ and then he-- gasps? he sucks in a breath, shuddering, growing slightly hard at the contact alone. fuck. he's never going to live this down. ]
Ah--...!