[ metal fingers carefully cradle cloud's face as dolph kisses him. the gentleness in him seems disingenuous with dolph's entire being, but it's there in his kiss. he kisses like he's aching for it, searching for some forgotten half that slipped through his fingers.
(the truth of it was much worse. much worse)
his real hand map out the plains under him, moving inbetween cloud's thighs to lightly stroke at his cock. ]
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(the truth of it was much worse. much worse)
his real hand map out the plains under him, moving inbetween cloud's thighs to lightly stroke at his cock. ]