[He knows he's a weapon. The City's tool to clean up their messes, even at his great Grade.]
[But Daan makes him feel, even for a brief moment, that he's just a man.]
[It's a feeling that burns through him - wearing him down, making him melt. He catches the sight of Daan sending a hand diving down between his legs, and he feels like he's going to lose his head into a sudden heady frenzy of lust.]
[But before he can chase his urges, he has to focus on the situation before him. The more Daan moves, the more his abdomial muscles tense and tighten with renewed pleasure. It's so good. There are tears pricking the edges of his eyes.]
Ah. A-ah. Fuck. Daan, I'm...
[He can't finish his sentence - something feels like it snaps, and with a flash he's shifting forward and emptying himself out with a steady hot stream and a low shuddering cry. His hands hold over the other man - even in the throes of his orgasm, he holds Daan like a precious jewel.]
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[But Daan makes him feel, even for a brief moment, that he's just a man.]
[It's a feeling that burns through him - wearing him down, making him melt. He catches the sight of Daan sending a hand diving down between his legs, and he feels like he's going to lose his head into a sudden heady frenzy of lust.]
[But before he can chase his urges, he has to focus on the situation before him. The more Daan moves, the more his abdomial muscles tense and tighten with renewed pleasure. It's so good. There are tears pricking the edges of his eyes.]
Ah. A-ah. Fuck. Daan, I'm...
[He can't finish his sentence - something feels like it snaps, and with a flash he's shifting forward and emptying himself out with a steady hot stream and a low shuddering cry. His hands hold over the other man - even in the throes of his orgasm, he holds Daan like a precious jewel.]