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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.
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.
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.
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.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
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.
ISFJ-T
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[ 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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[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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.]
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[ 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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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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his hips snap, and he's fucking into him harder, the momentum building until his thrusts grow more punishing, more relentless; he watches his face all the while, ears drawing in every hitch of his breath and whine and moan that parts from his lips. he bottoms out inside him, feeling the way he clenches around him, and cloud can hardly control himself at this rate; he folds him into two, devouring him in sloppy kisses, hips rocking with next to no mercy. ]
Fuck, [ he grunts out. ] Daan. [ he says his name so greedily. ] Daan, Daan, Daan--
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[It feels like his breath is getting squeezed out of him at this rate, but he doesn't care. The rougher Cloud goes, the louder Daan is moaning, clinging on hard to the other man as he's fucked thoroughly. He opens his mouth to each messy kiss, whimpering against him, trying to vocalize just how good it really does feel.
And his name (or one of them) said, like it's worth something. It shakes him to his heart.]
Cloud. [Daan gasps his name.] Fuck, I'm so close, Cloud.
[The bruises are staying, and he could really cry in joy for it. It's like being granted a mercy, to be able to hold onto a good memory for fucking once. There's a tear in his eye, his mouth gasping into Cloud's mouth desperately. Daan clenches tight, crying out Cloud's name again as he cums on his cock, untouched at that. He's at the other man's mercy and he couldn't care less, content to be fucked into as his cock releases messily over his belly.]
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daan comes first. that's all it takes for cloud to unravel completely. something damp smears against his cheek, and cloud's hand braces against daan's face in some attempt to caress him, hips pivoting forward fervently. all of the tension accumulating in the pit of his stomach bursts, and as the shockwave washes over him, he moans loudly -- loud enough for any passerbys to hear. and then he spills inside of him, kissing him so hard it bruises as he does, groaning into his mouth all the while.
eventually, his body goes limp; and with a breath, cloud rolls off of daan, settling next to him.
a silence passes. ]
Mm. [ well, the much needed question comes first: ] ...How do you feel?
[ and then he swallows. ]
Did I...hurt you?
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The question makes him turn to look at Cloud, briefly confused; he thought it'd been obvious how much he'd enjoyed himself, but then again Cloud is also terribly considerate of him.]
Was all of my moaning too subtle? [Daan gently teases as he reaches for Cloud's hand. He raises it, lightly kissing his knuckles first, then brings that hand to have fingertips trace over some of the bruising on his skin, the reddened bite mark around one of his nipples.]
You only hurt me in a way I found enjoyable, like so. I'm good, Cloud. I quite enjoyed our time together.
And how about you? Everything that you dreamed?
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[ and he is committing it to memory, don’t you worry. daan administers gentle, sweet kisses to his knuckles before hitting him that two-punch, cloud’s face flushing at the sudden contact. a reminder of what he did. ]
…Yeah. Better, actually. [ the pads of his fingers run into the wound, massaging it lightly. ]
…I’m glad. [ a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, drawing them up an earnest gesture. ] That it was good for you.
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[There's a sharp breath that leaves him as Cloud's fingers trace over the mark. It tingles with pain and pleasure both, but he says nothing, making no demands. If Cloud wants to see his handiwork, then Daan is content to that.]
And I'm just as glad you enjoyed it, Cloud. [His hand runs down Cloud's arm.] ...I look forward to remembering this. I mean it.
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[ and he means that, too, the sensation of daan’s warmth slinking up his arm — cloud catches his hand, fingers tightening around his. ]
…Won’t be forgetting this for a long time. [ he doesn’t want to admit it — that he’s never been with somebody like this. he doesn’t want to put that pressure onto daan.
but being wanted — there was nothing like it, not in this universe. ]
There’ll be a next time. [ his thumb swipes over the backside of his hand. ] And one after that. And… it’ll be good.
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Slowly, his fingers settle around Cloud's, comfortably.]
My my, you greedy man. [Daan teases, leaning in to gently press his lips to the side of Cloud's mouth.]
If you ever want more, I will gladly give it you. Because I want to, not for any other reason.
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[ even if it was the corniest come-on imaginable. the kiss to his mouth tingles, skin burning faintly at the brush of daan's skin against him. ]
...Fine. [ a pause. ] But--...
You know that things won't change between us if you don't, right?
[ he meant that. he wouldn't use him, under any circumstance. ]
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