[he shivers a little at the feeling of lennon's teeth nipping at his bottom lip, those fingers in his hair. it makes his mouth curve into a smile, which is pressed into his next kiss. sex is like a game to him, not in a careless way, but a fun one where everyone wins. it brings out his playful side.

he also likes it when they're pressed together, length to length, feeling the throb of lennon's cock against his. a soft laugh escapes him before he switches hands to lick his palm broadly, and then returns to ease the friction with the wetness. it keeps feeling better and better, until he starts lifting his hips into the strokes, lifting lennon with them while his hand tightens around their cocks]

Are you this tight inside too? [it's a curious question, after daeshim slides his lips from the other's mouth to the shell of his ear. he gives an extra little squeeze just for good measure, which makes him moan too.] Bet you will be. Bet you'll tighten up and won't let me go. Bet you'll make me spend the night inside you.

[it doesn't sound like he's complaining.]