[and there's a note of longing in his voice. a lot he hasn't tasted too, because daeshim's hands and mouth like to get in on the act equally. he could leave lots of pretty marks blooming on him like flowers, if lennon will let him.
his breath catches too, and then he smiles, because he's learned one of his sensitive spots now and he will remember.]
More... [he moves, shifts to sit on his knees as he's watching.] Take it off. Touch yourself through your pants. Pretend - pretend it's me.
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[and there's a note of longing in his voice. a lot he hasn't tasted too, because daeshim's hands and mouth like to get in on the act equally. he could leave lots of pretty marks blooming on him like flowers, if lennon will let him.
his breath catches too, and then he smiles, because he's learned one of his sensitive spots now and he will remember.]
More... [he moves, shifts to sit on his knees as he's watching.] Take it off. Touch yourself through your pants. Pretend - pretend it's me.