[hurry. yes, daeshim tells himself this too. it feels important, the trust between them still too fragile. he must hurry.
so he is nearly out of breath when he does arrive, with color high on his cheeks - to be fair, some of that from thinking about lennon with every step, recalling the sight of him on the bed. when daeshim sees him with his own eyes, his knees feel like they're about to go out. but he hastens over to the bed, never looking away from the other's eyes as he crawls onto it.]
I'm here. [in case lennon somehow went blind and missed him coming through the door. daeshim lets his gaze dip then, taking the human's hands as he looks down his body.] Pretty skin..
[one of his hands lifts to drag up, taking the exact same path that lennon's did earlier.]
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so he is nearly out of breath when he does arrive, with color high on his cheeks - to be fair, some of that from thinking about lennon with every step, recalling the sight of him on the bed. when daeshim sees him with his own eyes, his knees feel like they're about to go out. but he hastens over to the bed, never looking away from the other's eyes as he crawls onto it.]
I'm here. [in case lennon somehow went blind and missed him coming through the door. daeshim lets his gaze dip then, taking the human's hands as he looks down his body.] Pretty skin..
[one of his hands lifts to drag up, taking the exact same path that lennon's did earlier.]