[ There's too much that Daeshim hasn't touched yet, Lennon thinks and then he chides himself for thinking it. He's not supposed to want this weird fae the way he is. Still, he does despite his best efforts (which is no effort at all really). ]
So impatient.
[ Lennon teases him but it excites him and he pulls off his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it aside. he doesn't go right for his pants, though. His head lulls to the side and he closes his eyes as his hand smoothes over his neck and slowly down his body, teasing at the nipple briefly again and mewling in pleasure, then lowering his hand to spread over his stomach. His thumb grazes against the dip of his navel and he shivers. Maybe just giving the other hints to erogenous zones to explore later.
But he doesn't linger too much, letting fingertips graze the top of his pants and he wants to slip his hand inside but that's not what Daeshim had asked for. He puffs out a breath and his hand slides over himself. There's too much fabric between his palm and his hardening length but he still sighs. His eyes close as he does, in fact, imagine it's Daeshim's hand.
His hand rubs through his pants, lips parted as he keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't try to hide the pleasure he's feeling, the way he presses up into his own hand. ]
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So impatient.
[ Lennon teases him but it excites him and he pulls off his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it aside. he doesn't go right for his pants, though. His head lulls to the side and he closes his eyes as his hand smoothes over his neck and slowly down his body, teasing at the nipple briefly again and mewling in pleasure, then lowering his hand to spread over his stomach. His thumb grazes against the dip of his navel and he shivers. Maybe just giving the other hints to erogenous zones to explore later.
But he doesn't linger too much, letting fingertips graze the top of his pants and he wants to slip his hand inside but that's not what Daeshim had asked for. He puffs out a breath and his hand slides over himself. There's too much fabric between his palm and his hardening length but he still sighs. His eyes close as he does, in fact, imagine it's Daeshim's hand.
His hand rubs through his pants, lips parted as he keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't try to hide the pleasure he's feeling, the way he presses up into his own hand. ]