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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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[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.]

[kinnie]

[ 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.

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[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.]

[kinnie]

[ 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.

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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.

[kinnie]

[ 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… ]

[limbical]

[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?

[kinnie]

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?

[limbical]

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.]

[kinnie]

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.

[limbical]

Gonna comment on anything else then, wiseass?

[Though he does try to go for a more irritable tone, it sounds more breathless and needy than intended. Aw, well, that's not really a problem, it's not like he wanted Cloud to take the huffiness that seriously anyway.

The harder slap makes him groan, his hips jerking after the strike. It's definitely going to bruise along with the rest of him, and Cloud isn't wrong -- it's more than fine. It feels so damned good, and this could drive him a little crazy. In a good way, naturally.]

There... another immaculate observation. [Fuck, he feels so hard now. It aches beautifully, with the rest of the marks stinging his skin that Cloud has made for him. Like he'd been a canvas waiting for art to bloom.]

[kinnie]

Yeah. [ he says, voice unfeeling and neutral in that characteristic cloud cadence. ] You’ve got a pretty face to match.

[ that groan— very interesting. music to his ears. he manhandles him a bit, gripping him by his hips so that he’s bent over his lap. two fingers drift to daan’s lips, beckoning him to suck on them, and his free hand swings downwards with remarkable force.

he watches the way his skin colors; it captivates him. ]

…Huh. [ his fingers thread through daan’s hair, rubbing his scalp. ] Even you get embarrassed sometimes too.

[limbical]

Very astute.

[It's interesting to observe how Cloud doesn't emote much through his voice, but Daan is quite aware of how much he does actually feel. He notes it, but that's as far as he gets before he's arranged to be bent over Cloud's lap.

He opens his mouth, taking the fingers into his mouth, rolling his tongue as if he was tending to Cloud's dick instead. The next smack against his ass makes him bite down a little, moaning around his fingers. Daan squirms his hips, pressing his stiff cock against a leg, eager.

The remark he makes just causes him to bite down harder, a sharp huff coming through his nose but his face still bright red. Hardly enough to do any damage.]

[kinnie]

I try.

[ fuck, he’s growing harder — daan can likely feel his erect cock braced against him, rigid against his skin. he pumps his fingers into his mouth, savoring the languid heat and friction, even as he bites. cloud feels the heat creeping across his cheeks, not at their situation but—

how cute and utterly endearing he finds daan. ]

You’re… [ he smacks him again, this slap the hardest motion by far, likely to wrack daan’s entire body. ] really cute…

[ it’s an odd thought to have, maybe, but he flips daan over with very little grace; his fingers trace down his cock and thighs. ]

Think I’ve touched you enough. [ a beat. ] Could do this all day, but… you said there was something you wanted after this. Tell me what.

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[One last strike, and he feels like Cloud has hit his whole body somehow. The whine he makes would be louder if is mouth wasn't occupied, his hips bucking helplessly. He aches all over, and he still isn't satisfied, not yet.

Cute. There's a word he doesn't hear very often described to him.

Daan breathes in sharply as he's turned over suddenly, squirming and trying to push himself into Cloud's hands greedily.]

I want you to fuck me. And-- I mean that. Nothing encouraging us, nothing setting us up. Just you and me, because we want to.

[He reaches for Cloud's hand, bringing his fingers up to brush his lips against. Absurdly gentle, after all of the bruises that Cloud has painted his body with.]

Lube in the nightstand. I want you to get me ready, and I'll tell you how.

[kinnie]

[ it's a big request, and not one that he expects. he feels his heart quickening, his nerves on the fritz -- he had to make this a good experience. he had to make sure this was something daan could have for himself, in spite of everything he's been through.

he doesn't know if he can manage it. but he's going to try, even if he makes an embarrassment of himself. so his head dips downwards, kissing daan's nose delicately, before his lips traverse down his mouth and press against his. ]

...Okay. [ he agrees, before stretching his arm to rifle through the drawer on his nightstand. he fishes out what he presumes is lube, coating his fingers in it carefully. ]

I... want you too. [ his fingers press against his entrance, teasing. ] I want you to feel good, no matter what. That's the most important thing to me right now.

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[The nose kiss has no business being as endearing as it is, and he smiles when their lips meet. Daan brushes his fingers down the side of Cloud's face fondly.]

I'm not worried.

[There's a brief bit of squirming so he can bend his legs, spreading them out for Cloud. He breathes in, then out, relaxing as he feels those fingers teasing against him.]

Take your time. I know I'm in good hands.

[kinnie]

[ you shouldn't trust people so easily, he wants to say. what if i hurt you? what if i took advantage of you? how could you gauge me well enough to know-- what if someone else exploits you?

but daan knows the world better than he does. it's hard, to not be protective, with how kind and altruistic he was prone to being. he watches him spread his legs, cock twitching with arousal -- one finger pushes forward, entrenched in a sudden warmth. ]

...You make it really hard-- [ and then a second finger enters, stretching him apart. ] to not want you.

[limbical]

[There's a sigh as he feels the single finger press inside, feeling himself squeeze down initially before he relaxes. His eye watches Cloud's face, almost curiously, then smiles faintly at those words.

Darkly, he thinks to himself that there will be a time. He will ruin this, he will show all of his innards and be met with revulsion or mockery. That it is inevitable. He never fit in anywhere, he just molded himself however he's needed to. But fuck, he doesn't want to say those things right now, he can wait to break this--

He makes a soft gasp at the second finger, enjoying the stretch.]

Hmm, you really do like me, huh? [Instead, Daan says that, gently teasing him as he presses his hips down against Cloud's hand.]

[kinnie]

[ for all of his ineptitude, he was good with his hands -- so his fingers scissor, sliding into him headily, back and forth in easy motions. ]

Of course I do, [ he responds, and he says it with enough intensity that you'd think he was offended. maybe he was. ] I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

[ his fingers quicken, and then a third pushes past the ring of his entrance -- cloud is shocked by how well he takes it, but it spurs him on, and he fucks him with his fingers eagerly.

he knows he was out of his mind the last time he had said something like this. but it bears repeating-- ]

I'll protect you. [ his words are taut with something inexplicable-- was it possessiveness? ] I won't let people hurt you. I won't let them take advantage of you. [ his jaw is tensing, and there's an aggression there that he hasn't quite shown of himself before. ] You don't believe me, but I meant it. I still do.

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[Hell, Cloud is actually very good at that. One of Daan's hands curls into the sheets again, a breath hitching out of him at the third finger pushing inside. Even just that alone feels good, letting Cloud fingerfuck him.

He can't help but blink a few times as he listens, and Daan feels that familiar sensation bubble up inside of him that Cloud has already nearly caused before. The urge to tear up, because he doesn't know how to handle that intent from Cloud, who wants to protect him, is so earnest. He does believe Cloud, but Daan also believes he will ruin this.

Daan's voice is strained, from emotion and desire both.]

I like you, too.

[Which is what will make this harder, one day.]

I'm ready for you. Please.

[kinnie]

[ cloud’s fingers part — the intersection of lust and investment is addling his mind, making it harder to think straight. i like you too, he says, and it echoes in his mind, over and over and over again.

silently, he hoists daan’s legs around his back. then his hands clasp at daan’s, and he pins him down beneath him. a far cry from his more boyish moods, his face is unreadable, stony and waxen; if you look closely, you can see something in his eyes shift, the sea ebbing over the sand.

gradually, he presses into him, overcome with a tidal wave of heat. he’s never felt anything like this in his life before. it sets his body on fire, fills him with an insatiable need. caution slows his movements — but he wrenches his eyes shut, teeth grinding. ]

Fuck. [ he moans out. ] I wanted this so bad.

[limbical]

[It's interesting, as well as worrying, to witness the many facets of this man. One moment, there is a shy, young man who doesn't know how to properly verbalize what he feels or thinks. Hesitant, and knowing he is not considered normal by any means. Then there is this, a man with no expression, intense faintly glowing eyes, all intent on a mission. It doesn't frighten Daan so much, but he wonders what more there will be to unravel inside of Cloud, and if Daan will ever see it.

There's the urge to caress his face, but his hands are pinned down by Cloud's unnatural strength. If he said something, Daan believes Cloud would relinquish his hold, but instead he lets himself be held down as finally he feels himself being spread open by his cock.

Daan's heartbeat increases, fluttering excitedly and anxiously. His legs squeeze snugly around Cloud, waiting for him to bottom out.]

Feels good. [His words are somewhat slurred, as if this makes him feel more drunk than any drop of alcohol could.] You feel good.

[kinnie]

[ he worries his lower lip, the pit of his abdomen broiling and tight. daan feels too good — he always did, but never this good, electricity rippling across his body as he wedges into him.

he’s caught between being careful and being overcome with desire. so he moves slowly at first, rocking into him methodically as he builds up a rhythm. he’s groping in the dark here, still so new to the experience, but eager to please.

his hands fly away from daan’s. they grasp at the sides of his face instead, and as he pumps into him with more force, he yanks him into a deep and gradual and all encompassing kiss. ]

You’re so good, [ he groans out. ] so good to me all the time. Even when I don’t deserve it…

[ that’s the thing. he never did. not even from the start. ]

[limbical]

[It's slow at first, which is fine; it's novel, really, when people are careful with Daan at first like that. They don't need to, but it's kind of sweet in the way of that consideration; nothing to complain about. So he sighs, content to be gently fucked at first, gazing up at Cloud with his lips parted.

Though it seems eventually Cloud caves in, pulling Daan into a fierce kiss, fucking him a little harder. Daan hooks an arm around his neck, the other hand committing to his earlier desire to stroke his cheek, as if he could brush away whatever tensions hold Cloud back.]

I'll decide if you deserve it.

[Daan's voice is breathless, but he means it. In his perspective, Cloud does deserve it, flung into this environment with unreasonable expectations -- it's unfair, and Daan wishes he could spare him that.

This is the best he can do. To give him something good, something that doesn't make it feel like he's being skinned and pulled apart.]

Look. Ah-- Look at me. [Daan murmurs the words against Cloud's mouth.] All these marks you made on me.[He pauses to catch his breath, trembling against the other man.] I wanted all that. From you.