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@meow_wow
28 / male / bisexual / 8♢

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My Self-Summary

Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.
My Future Plans

Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.
My Talents

I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.

As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.
My Ideal Partner

I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.

Height 5'9" Body Type Lean, muscular Smokes Occasionally. Drinks Always a fan of an old-fashioned. Drugs No Sign Someone clarify this for me. Education I was personally mentored. Occupation Doctor Income Well right now that's questionable, isn't it. Children None Pets None Hobbies Mixing cocktails is pretty relaxing.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER
Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes, because at least they don't talk.

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates, I guess.

.05 TITS OR ASS
Both.

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both.

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY
83%
introverted

MIND
87%
observant

NATURE
71%
feeling

TACTICS
72%
judging

IDENTITY
68%
turbulent

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game 52

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Guess we won’t be getting cake.

[ it’s a tease. it’s weird — the concept of talking to someone about his problems. the last time he did that was with… ]

Yeah. I’ll… see. [ his head dips, eyes roving away. ] This is… new for me.

[ all of this is. forming a relationship with someone out of genuine desire as opposed to proximity or necessity. whether it was a friendship or something more (it is most definitely not simply a friendship, but he can’t imagine daan feeling anything else for him—), it was his choice in the end.

and that smile. maybe it’s the alcohol but — his chest flutters like the wings of a butterfly, cheeks reddening at the sight of it. ]

Yeah, [ a beat. ] you… do that.

[ he watches his face color. cloud rests his head against his palm, observing fondly, the world tilting like a teapot pouring over. ]

Another one. For both of us.

[ “let’s get shitfaced, spikes!” ]

Hmm. I'm afraid the cake would be all for you in that case. ...But I'm glad I was able to give you that flavor.

[It really does make him feel like he's done something right finally by achieving that. With a cocktail no less.]

Another one, he says.

All right. But you have to share with me. If you aren't opposed?

[Daan has something specific in mind, but... well. If Cloud doesn't want anymore, then he won't push for that.]

Sounds like a plan.

[ he's curious -- and in remarkably high spirits. no wonder people got addicted to this feeling. he is painfully white, so the paleness of his face colors in contrast. ]

Let's see what the jack of all trades has got in store for us.

You'll have to forgive me for failing to get a proper martini glass for this. Take it up with management.

[His tone is wry, but he sets to mixing a traditional dry martini into his glass. It feels like a bartending sin to make it into a shot, but them's the brakes. Daan holds it up, swishing the green liquid as he approaches Cloud.

Daan has a sip. There's a pause, then he takes a more generous mouthful. With a free hand, he gently takes Cloud by the jawline, leaning in to kiss him. If he opens his mouth, Daan patiently shares the martini this way through the kiss.]

[ as he waits, with all of the cluelessness of a newborn baby chick, he observes intently. and then daan’s fingers are skimming his jawline — his eyes widen, cheeks deepening in color, and his hand gradually moves to thread his fingers through daan’s hair.

the sharp, dry taste of the martini trickles into his mouth; there’s a sound of surprise but he swallows it obediently, and when he pulls away, he is… clearly worked up by it. or maybe it’s the alcohol. oops.

after a moment of silence. ]

Wow. [ enlightening comment. his head is spinning and he’s not sure if it’s from the kiss or the fact that he’s tipsy for the first time in approximately 7 years. ] You’re… wow.

[ a pronounced quiet. ]

You, uh… mind if we do that again?

[Slowly, his tongue creeps out to make sure to lick over Cloud's lips in case there are any stray droplets.]

Not at all. There's still some left.

[That's the kind of reaction he'd been hoping for. Maybe he's getting a bit carried away, wanting to be so deeply affectionate after their unusual outing and how sweetly Cloud has treated him -- but he's been invited for more.

So more, he gives.

Daan tops off the rest of the contents of his glass, then cups Cloud's cheek as he leans in to share the rest of the martini, humming against his mouth.]

[ the acidity hits his tongue in bursts, juxtaposing the warmth of daan's hand against his cheek. his mouth parts for him, the sensation languid and hot, and if he were capable of sweating he definitely would be by now--

but that's the joy of superhumanity, it spares you the embarrassment. cloud breathes into his mouth before that breath stutters and builds up into a soft moan, and he wants to slap himself for how obvious he's being.

yeah, he is... undoubtedly trapped in horny jail right now. ]

...Not fair. [ he admits, wearing a small pout. ] I'm getting you back for this.

[ the alcohol makes him braver than he should be. so his fingers find the collar of daan's shirt, and he pulls him in, drawing him into a stupidly sloppy but impassioned kiss. smooth. very smooth. and then his index finger pokes at daan's chest, accusing and pointed-- ]

Not so fun now, is it.

[How cute, he thinks to himself, to watch Cloud pout like that. The kiss is an absolute mess, but he doesn't mind it in the least. Especially since he definitely started it.

As Cloud leaves his remark, Daan is wearing a sharp smile. He reaches down to carefully take Cloud's wrist, bringing that index finger up to give it a hard nip with his canine.]

On the contrary. I think it's a lot of fun.

[He leans in, pressing his knee down against the chair just to the side of Cloud's hip.]

Are you not having fun?

[It's unspoken, but if it's too much, well. He wouldn't fault Cloud if he needed Daan to back off.]

[ boy oh boy. he goes red to his ears at the nip to his finger -- the heat is coagulating, overwhelming him, and he looks at daan completely dumbfounded. his stupid heart is beating a mile a minute. ]

Yeah. [ he answers, in the stupidest, bluntest voice imaginable. ] I've had dreams about this before.

[ why did he just admit that aloud. his stupid wet dream curse-- ]

I mean. [ fuck. how does he take that back. he can't. ] It's like. You know.

[ "just be honest, spikes! you can always blame it on the alcohol later." ]

It'd be hard to not dream about you.

Oh, dreams about me, hm?

[That blush in his ears is also pretty damned adorable. Daan gets closer, settling his weight into Cloud's lap. Of course he's turned on; how couldn't he be? In his whole life, Daan can't remember a single person that's treated him the way Cloud does. Certainly, he daydreamed of the kind of person, but they didn't exist.

Well, not until now.

Daan murmurs into his ear.] We can make that dream of yours come true. What happens next?

[ well, this is not how he expected this go -- with someone he's very much attracted to in his lap. his pants are starting to tent now, as if the humiliation couldn't possibly be further compounded.

he was trying to resist. but it's impossible like this. his hands settle onto daan's waist, grip stronger than that of the average person's. ]

Think this is the part where I kiss you, [ he pulls him closer. ] and I don't stop this time.

[ he's talking a big game, but his heart is juddering. as always. ]

That good with you, bartender?

[Logically, he knows Cloud is strong. How could he not, after being carried around by him not long ago? Still, it's something different to feel that powerful grip on his waist, making him catch his breath before he settles against Cloud.

Oh, he's aware of Cloud's growing... problem. But they'll get there.]

I think that's a good call.

[Daan inches close, keeping his lips just inches from Cloud's.]

I'm all yours.

[ he takes the cue and kisses him — despite the circumstances, the kiss is sweeter than it is sultry, and he holds daan with an air of protectiveness — like he wants nothing to touch him ever again.

breathless, he goes in for another kiss. and then a third and a fourth, unable to stop himself, skin buzzing, hairs standing on edge. as his shoulders tense, clamping down, his teeth drag against daan’s lip — and he devours him eagerly.

he breaks away, face flushed and hot. and then suddenly, his lips are trailing down daan’s neck, and he sucks at his skin with a wet pop — the suction is harsh, harsher than most people were capable of, and daan’s pale skin bruises beautifully beneath him. ]

Are you… [ his eyes flicker up. ] still okay?

[ listen, it’s a mood killer but he has to ask. ]

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[It's different than anyone else he's been with, something he could fall into and never want to climb back out of. That he could really feel the strength in his arms and know he was protected. It's a sweet thought he wishes could stay.

For now, he's patiently following the initial kiss, satisfied enough with what he is given. When teeth come down, a pleased hum is earned, his tongue rolling over Cloud's teeth before their mouths part.]

Fuck-- Cloud. [Daan sighs and tips his head, eager to let his mouth work over his throat. It tingles down his neck pleasurably, even though the suction is much more than he thinks he's felt.

There's a shiver when Cloud finishes, then Daan hesitates at the question, as if he's not even sure he heard the man right off. Then he smiles and leans in, kissing his temple though spikes of hair.]

I'm okay. [Yeah, maybe it's not sexy, but checking in with him... it's nice. And Daan does appreciate it, knowing why Cloud is being careful.] I promise.

[ the kiss to his forehead feels better than anything else — cloud’s lashes flutter shut. ]

You wanna stop, just say so. [ he sets his chin in the crook of his shoulder, taking in the scent of him. ] You…can change your mind. For any reason.

[ he knows that daan can defend himself, the same way tifa can. it doesn’t stop him from doting on either. the emotions manifest naturally; he can’t help it. ]

This is… [ cloud swallows. ] the first time we’re doing this ‘cause we want to. Not because we have to. So…

[ his hands smooth up his back. gentle. affectionate. ]

Tell me what you want.

[For a moment, he just leans on Cloud, looping is arms around his neck. It does nothing to change their mutual hardons, but Daan can be patient. Mostly, he just quietly appreciates Cloud; maybe he's been a bit overly cautious, but Daan knows why he is.

Daan is still convinced he doesn't deserve it, but right now he'll take it.]

Hmm, you're right. I have to say, I really prefer this "we choose to do it ourselves" thing.

[Daan considers a moment. Mostly, he wants to give Cloud a good time, because he does think the man deserves it. ...He's been nothing but sweet and kind to Daan, even when he was struggling with his inner demons.]

I'll take care of you. [It's spoken like a promise.] So, lay down in bed, and I'll tell you what to do.

Sound all right?

[ “i’ll take care of you—“ makes his chest tighten. he doesn’t want to admit how much he’s longed to hear that from someone, even if he doesn’t deserve it — even if the guilt of his own existence eats him alive regularly.

so, he nods quietly, with all of the bashfulness of a young boy. and then suddenly, without any warning, he stands — carrying daan in his arms again. ]

Okay. [ and then there’s rarity of a smile, tugging on the ends of his lips, small and subtle. ] But you have to let me take you there.

[At this point, it shouldn't surprise him that Cloud is just going to pick him up like it's nothing, but he still inhales sharply before he finds himself relaxing again with a wry smile.

He leans up, stealing a kiss that's more chaste, a stark difference to when he'd been sharing cocktails with him earlier.]

Deal.

[ the kiss leaves his lips tingling; cloud’s arms are strong around him, hooked under his thighs for support, and he sets him down against the foot of the bed before kicking off his shoes and settling onto the pillows.

he looks at him from below, eyes brimming with an entanglement of affection and want. ]

…When you’re ready, doc.

[ there’s a playfulness there unlike the past two times. despite himself, he is… enjoying this. ]

[Daan kicks his loafers off, working to pull off his necktie. There's a distinct difference to this now; the air of nervousness around Cloud the first time they met was something he did his best to help mitigate, and the mixture of blind, aggressive desire in his body when his punishment kicked off. This time, even though Cloud is still Cloud, he's enjoying himself this time. Properly.

It makes Daan smile warmly, and not from the alcohol he's shared.]

Help me get undressed? Ideally without you ripping off my clothes literally.

I'll give it my best shot. [ he responds, snark in his cadence, body wrung dry of the anxiety that had been present during their usual encounters. you swap spit with somebody enough times and it becomes less daunting--

although he'll admit, it only worsens matters of the heart. he'll deal with that after this. cloud sits up, his fingers climbing down daan's shirt. he undoes each button individually with deft fingers; he's surprisingly good with his hands. then he works at his trousers, loosening their waistline, the zipper coming undone before he slides them down.

his fingers hook into his underwear. they tease, just a bit, before he peels that off too. his eyes rove up his body, drinking in the sight of him somewhat blatantly, his hands twitching with a desire to touch him. ]

...Should I take mine off too?

[ stupid question. not everything has changed, but he'd rather be certain in what daan wants. ]

Atta boy. [For as much as he enjoys Cloud being so terribly sweet and kind to him, Daan also loves trading barbs. It's... nice to get into something that familiar with Cloud, especially with how vulnerable they've been with each other so far.

He rolls his shoulders, peeling off his dress shirt and tossing it over to a chair. With a squirm, he helps kick off his trousers, really just leaving Daan with his socks and garters. He isn't fussed if they stay or not.

At the question, he smiles crookedly.]

Depends on if you want me to make a mess on them or not. But I'd rather save you the laundry bill, personally.

Want some help?

What's the worst you could do? [ there's mirth there, flickering in his voice -- a telltale sign that he's grown more accustomed to his presence.

his eyes do linger a little too long on daan's thighs and chest. maybe he should have more shame, but he throws it to the wind for a change; they both knew what was going to happen next at any rate. cloud positions himself in a way that would be more convenient for daan before nodding-- ]

Yeah. Consider it my yearly checkup or something.

Some things don't wash well.

[He says it with that coy smile of his, but he likes that Cloud is shooting back. It makes this all the more comfortable for Daan, and he likes the bond they've developed even if it feels like it's made of glass.

For now, though. He reaches up to gently cup Cloud's cheek fondly, then the hand trails down to his shirt, working on rolling it up so he can help pull it off of his body. Daan settles onto his knees so he can idly get to work on his pants in turn.]

You might have dreamed something like this. [Daan gently squeezes his hips with his hands.] But I've thought about it. How much I'd like to show you how good this feels.

Would be worth it.

[ it’s not often that he sees daan coy, so he relishes the sight — and then his clothes are being stripped away and the cool air hits his skin, leaving him fully exposed. hands come to clutch at his hips, and cloud bucks slightly, electrified by his touch.

he flushes at the idea of it — the idea of daan thinking about him. ]

Really? [ he asks impulsively. and then corrects himself. ] I… think about you too.

[ why is he getting shy now… ]

Show me… what you thought about.

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