[For a moment, he feels like there's no where else he'd prefer to be -- held tightly, the hand fervently stroking him, and Cloud's fierce bite that actually pierces flesh. Daan arches his back, mewling out as he feels that hot tongue swipe away at blood; his fingers dig, scratching at Cloud's back, and he bucks his hips urgently.]
Cloud, Cloud--
[And finally, that tension breaks, Daan whimpering against Cloud as he finishes, spilling over his hand. All the while, he finds himself clinging on, shivering against him.]
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Cloud, Cloud--
[And finally, that tension breaks, Daan whimpering against Cloud as he finishes, spilling over his hand. All the while, he finds himself clinging on, shivering against him.]