[embarrassment is a rare feeling for fae, and even rarer for daeshim. but he almost feels it now. he's embarrassed of the sounds that he's making, and the expression he must be making, and the way he's leaving a wet spot on their sheets. he's embarrassed of the way that his fingers curl into lennon's hair so desperately, and the way his legs open up to him, wanton.
but the pleasure washes it away. the pulse between his legs gets stronger, and his legs twitch as the other plays with him. lennon's name gets a little louder on his tongue, turns into nonsense or a forgotten fae language as he comes. "intense" is not the word for it. he feels like he could almost black out.]
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but the pleasure washes it away. the pulse between his legs gets stronger, and his legs twitch as the other plays with him. lennon's name gets a little louder on his tongue, turns into nonsense or a forgotten fae language as he comes. "intense" is not the word for it. he feels like he could almost black out.]