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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

personality test. art credit.

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game 52

GAME 52

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[ 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. ]

Edited (I can write ) 2024-01-23 01:34 (UTC)

[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.

[A pleased little smile forms at the movement of Cloud's body. He looks forward to properly touching him this time, instead of urgently trying to get off against him, or being so cautious as to not frighten or harm him. There's a more relaxed air, brought with some form of familiarity and liquor.

It's a warm feeling.

Daan slides his fingers smoothly down Cloud's chest, curious about the scar but making no effort to draw attention to it. Instead, he seems intent on tracing out the shape of his body appreciatively. There are so many questions he has about the man, but it'll unfold with time, if Daan has the time to spare. He will try.]

Gladly.

[He takes one of Cloud's hands by the wrist, placing his palm against his thigh.] Touch me. However you've dreamt or daydreamed it. When you're satisfied, I'll tell you what I want next.

[ cloud swallows thickly, eyes blinking out his surprise; the heat inches across his body with the fervor of a wildfire. for someone built to be superhuman, he’s deeply sensitive, leaning into every touch, every brush of daan’s palms.

daan brings his hand to his thigh. and his heart stops, throat bobbing, eyes looking at him through the thickness of his lashes. ]

Alright. [ his hands slide up daan’s thighs. fingers bury into them, squeezing hard enough to bruise, spreading them apart before they travel up his hips. he seeks out the dips and curves of his body, committing them to memory, allowing his palms to impress the feeling of his form onto them. then he traces up his stomach and stops at his chest, two hands grabbing at it in fistfuls, head dipping to drag his tongue across his nipples. ]

In my dreams, [ he starts. ] I mark you all over. So you remember what we did — so you know that I want you. Like this.

[ his mouth closes over one of them, sucking harshly, teeth nipping at his skin. cloud’s free hand rolls his other nipple in between his fingers, groping at his flesh, teasing and taunting him all the while. ]

[There's a satisfied hum melting into a groan as he feels Cloud's fingers dig into his flesh, enough to bruise, and he deeply hopes that Sylvian's whims don't decide to wipe the slate clean tonight. He genuinely wants the marks to stay, to touch them while he's getting dressed and remember something special.

There's a shudder as Cloud grips his chest, his soft, hot tongue laving across sensitive nipples. He tries not to squirm too much, but that goes right out the window when Cloud's mouth latches onto on, absolutely and delightfully tormenting him.]

Oh-- [A hand combs through the other's hair, ruffling, holding on.] Fuck, Cloud. That's perfect.

[His nipples pebble up and harden, making them more sensitive. If he wasn't sporting a hardon before, he definitely was getting there fast.]

[ the praise coils around his heart, spurring him on. he sinks his teeth into his skin, biting around his nipple, the gesture harsh enough that he can taste crimson on his tongue; then he pulls away, satisfied by the mark, and laps at his other nipple.

afterwards, his thumbs move to tease both, flicking them back and forth — he presses a kiss to his beating chest, then down his stomach, until he reaches his hips and thighs. it’s in reverie, each one oozing with affection, and his hands wrench daan’s thighs apart so he can kiss the tip of his cock. his tongue licks stripes up her inner thighs, teeth dragging and biting where his skin is sensitive, hands probing at their flesh. ]

Keep talking. You… [ he rests his cheek against his thigh. ] have a nice voice. I like hearing it.

[There's a soft shout at the way the teeth work against tender flesh. It's harsh, but it also settles something warm and pleasurable into his belly, leaving him melting into a whine as Cloud continues to tease his chest. Eventually, he sighs, relaxing into each kiss down his body until he shivers at the contact against his cock, thick and heavy with how much he wants.]

Ha. You're good at following your instincts.

[Affectionately, he ruffles Cloud's hair.] Mark me up, Cloud. As much as you want.

[Please let it stay, for once.]

[ something in him gears up at that request— like a surge of adrenaline, sharp and chilling. his teeth prick into daan’s skin, barely piercing through flesh; he tastes copper on his tongue and suckles gently, mouth warming.

his movements grow more forceful, and his hands grip his hips, enough that he feels bone beneath fingertips. it isn’t long before he’s burying his face into the crook of daan’s neck, biting up the strip of skin, sucking until deep purples bloom in his wake. ]

Tell me if I go too far.

Edited (wording was very bad) 2024-01-25 01:17 (UTC)

Cloud. [The teeth sinking in just enough makes him moan the man's name, petting his hair as he quivers under that mouth. The teeth might bruise and pierce, but the warm tongue soothes after, leaving it warm and stinging.

He gasps, tipping his head to let Cloud at his throat, wanting more of those bruises lining his skin. A good memory, for a change of pace, he thinks to himself. It feels selfish, but Daan is letting himself have it for now.]

You're fine. [The words are rushed out, his voice thick with pleasure.] I'll tell you, if I have to-- but you're fine.

[ each and every sound makes his heart race, the blood pumping in his ears. he gnaws into his shoulder, teeth skimming his flesh, and then he very abruptly—

turns him over, onto his back. both hands pin him down by his shoulders, and his teeth are already trailing down his back, sucking and nipping where he can.

his arms eventually come down, searching past the small of his back, taking both of his cheeks into his hands. he’d saved this part for last. ]

You’re [ … ] pretty big down here.

[ what was he supposed to do… NOT comment on it… ]

[There's a sharp inhale at suddenly being turned over, his fingers gripping the sheets now that his hands can't hold onto Cloud any longer. He glances over his shoulder, catch glimpses of spiky blonde hair as that wicked and wonderful mouth keeps marking him down his back.

He jerks slightly at the hands on his rear; he'd been expecting it, eventually, but he's still sensitive enough.

Then he pauses at the remark.]

...Yeah? You calling my ass fat, Cloud?

I thought you already knew.

[ he’s being so serious, even as his fingers are kneading him roughly, clearly engrossed. ]

I… noticed awhile back.

[ it sticks out! what can he say!

the sensitivity is not lost on him; this can only lead to one thing. he draws his hand back and hits hard. ]

It bother you?

It's a little different hearing it from your mouth.

[It's not the first time he's heard something similar, though hearing it from Cloud was a bit surprising but also amusing.

The hard smack makes him yelp, his fingers gripping tighter into the sheets, his back arching slightly. The sensation feels like it travels down directly to his groin.]

No. S'fine. [He mutters it into the sheets, his face beet red.]

Not my fault it’s that big.

[ HE’S JUST SAYING… JUST MAKING AN ASTUTE OBSERVATION…

speaking of observations, the reaction that gets out of daan does not evade him remotely; huh. who’d have thought this was one of his weaknesses?

features totally still with stoicism, he smacks with even more force this time — the weight with which he hits makes it clear he’s trying to bruise his skin. ]

Starting to think it’s more than fine for you.

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