[ the littlest of gestures send warmth slinking up his spine. he wasn't known for being socially adept, but he was capable of recognizing when the barest signs of comfort manifested. he would gladly drink in this affection.
...bite? hard? cloud blinks, a crease forming in between his brows, lips thinned into a line. but then he nods and cranes his head forward, until his teeth are skimming daan's collarbone, and then the crook of his neck.
and so, like a pup on command, he does as he's told. his teeth sink into daan's skin, harsh enough for angry red crescents to form in their wake due to his excess strength, and his free hand holds his back in place with a seemingly uncharacteristic possessiveness -- all while pumping him in languid strokes. ]
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...bite? hard? cloud blinks, a crease forming in between his brows, lips thinned into a line. but then he nods and cranes his head forward, until his teeth are skimming daan's collarbone, and then the crook of his neck.
and so, like a pup on command, he does as he's told. his teeth sink into daan's skin, harsh enough for angry red crescents to form in their wake due to his excess strength, and his free hand holds his back in place with a seemingly uncharacteristic possessiveness -- all while pumping him in languid strokes. ]
Say my name.