[ Lennon lets the video call drop and he's waiting on his knees still for the other to arrive. He knows Daeshim will let himself in. He doesn't care that he does. The sight of the fae is welcome and his breath catches as Daeshim touches him. His hand feels nice, warm and the touch is welcome, almost as much as the way the other's hand moves over his body.
Moaning, Lennon arches into that touch and then reaches to pull him to sit on the bed, impatient to crawl into his lap. ]
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Moaning, Lennon arches into that touch and then reaches to pull him to sit on the bed, impatient to crawl into his lap. ]
I'm holding you to three.