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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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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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[It was so damned corny, but it was also charming in that way.]
I know. [That's something Daan can confidently say.] If I told you never again... I know you would understand.
Fortunately, having my own agency makes things a little different when it comes to sex. [That and he compartmentalizes; he wouldn't know where to begin to figure out his issues. That unfortunately due to his upbringing and what he had to do in order to survive the streets of Rondon, he's more hypersexual than typical. That thanks to Sylvian, that lives under his skin.
But also-- really, the agency helps. To make his own choices. He doesn't regret it with Cloud, only regrets that he will inevitably never had this again one day.]
Mm, you should carry me to the shower. You did a number on me. In a good way, mind you.
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[ his grip on him doesn't falter; the gesture is comparatively chaste in contrast to what they just did, but that makes it all the more earnest. ]
Just... don't want you to worry about me. [ yeah, it would sting, but he would accept it. daan deserved to have choices. he always. ] You should think about yourself more.
[ speaking from the perspective of someone who thought themself a survivalist. he isn't but -- he's still convinced he is. ]
Freeloading, huh? [ he's joking, even if it doesn't sound like it. ] What'll you do if I get in there with you?
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[The tone gives Daan a brief second to sort out that Cloud is joking. It's just serious and flat, but he's able to pick up on it after a moment, so a coy smile forms on Daan's face.]
Oh, I can think of a few things. [Fingers trace over Cloud's jawline.] But I'd hate to tucker you out.
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[ as if this wasn't a two way street. as daan's fingers trail down his jaw, he feels his cock twitch. be still, his dormant boner. ]
Don't joke. [ there's a huff. ] I could probably take you all night.
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[That earns a soft laugh.]
Oh? Could you? That'd be a real first for me, someone keeping up. The... joys of Sylvian's affinity in me, I suppose.
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[ listen. he doesn't want him to meet sephiroth.
what he says next earns him a raise of the brow. ]
Sylvian. [ he rolls the word around in his mouth. ] That... has to do with your parents, right?
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[There's some hesitation, but he nods.]
...Yes.
[Well. He might as well get this part out of the way. Daan doesn't think it'll be enough to shove Cloud away for his sake, but who knows. Maybe he will be disgusted after all? Shatter that pretty picture Cloud has in his mind about Daan.]
It didn't stop after my parents never came back for me. I was on my own after that until who would become my mentor would find me. So, for two years, I was on my own. Lived on the streets.
I didn't have the talent or gumption to be a thief. I used... the one skill I did have in order to get a single shilling to my name. [Daan shrugs, like it doesn't matter. Like it can't hurt him.] You do what you have to, in order to survive. That's what I'd think to myself.
Suffice it to say, my affinity with Sylvian is deep.
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the gears turn in real time. his expression shifts — usually unchanging and waxen, now contorting with shades of sadness. of some kind of grief. indignation burns in his heart. ]
Daan.
[ suddenly, an arm wraps around him, hefty and grounding. ]
Daan, I— [ what does he say to that? what can he say to make that any less painful? ]
I’m not letting anyone treat you like that ever again.
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Daan loops his arms around Cloud and closes his eye.]
...You're good to me. [More than he knows what to do with.]
Sorry. Didn't intend to say all that to make it sound like I wouldn't want to do something like that with you again or anything. It's just-- something about having an affinity with Sylvian ensures a number of things. A high drive is one of them. That's... yeah.
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[ is it a dick comment? absolutely, but he has to be completely frank here. he was being decent at a bare minimum. sure, he could take advantage of this, prop himself up as a man but — that wasn’t right.
his grip on him tightens. ]
I don’t care about the sex. [ he’ll repeat that as many times as it takes. ] And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you for… whatever Sylvian makes you do or feel.
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[And he does mean that. The closest he can compare is maybe Marcoh, a bit of Levi -- also men fucked over by the world, but they at least turned out to be decent men. Daan, though, is a sham as always.]
I know you don't. ...But I still want to with you. I just wanted to make that clear. Since you worry a lot. [they both worry a lot tho]
Thank you. ...I was a bit worried her magic would slip in, but thankfully it hasn't this time. I'd rather remember what we shared tonight.
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[ he tousles daan’s hair a little — rubs circles into his scalp. ]
And you don’t? [ he’s just saying. ] Like it’s my fault you give me things to worry about.
[ there’s affection there, in spite of the exasperation. it was fine — he was worth worrying about. ]
If it slips in, we’ll deal with it. Okay?
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