[ Sex had been transactional for a long time it feels like. It's different right now, there's not just an end goal but a desire to enjoy every moment of it. Daeshim draws out a part of Lennon that had been hiding in the bedroom for a long time. The earnestness for connection and pleasure, the ability to truly enjoy himself for the sake of it. Maybe the fact that Daeshim has this effect on him should make him more ill at ease... maybe eventually it will.

But for now he can enjoy. He can be himself and know he's wanted the way he is. He doesn't have to pretend to like anything that he doesn't, he doesn't have to play his reactions and he noticed how closely the other pays attention that even small reactions to pleasure or discomfort would be noticed.

Lennon laughs as the other just licks at his palm and he moves with him in those strokes, gasping at the way the other's hand tightens. His hand slides from the nape of his neck over his shoulder, gripping his arm. He reaches to grab some lube from underneath his pillow that they could make use of too.

His lips are tingly and swollen from the kisses and his tongue swipes along them tasting Daeshim still there even as the other is wreaking havoc on him in a completely different way. Moaning, he arches his back, hips moving sharply as both of his hands grasp the other's shoulders to steady himself. ]

If you keep talking like that, you're going to have to spend more than the night inside me. And I'll stay so tight you'll almost wish I'd let you go.