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[ pain streaks down his back. the sound that erupts from daan’s mouth is beautiful — he would bottle it for himself if he could.

his hand is slick with spend. cloud retracts it, licking it clean before wiping any excess onto his shirt. not exactly sanitary but well— it’ll do.

he lets daan cling to him. slowly, surely, he brings his arms up around him, heaving him into an embrace. ]

You okay? [ he asks, voice delicate and low. ] Just… stay here for a little bit.

[ or awhile. that would be preferable. ]