[ It's messy. It's real. There's no performance to this, it's just Lennon and it's just Daeshim. It's just the way his vision goes white as the pleasure cascades through him and leaves him leaning more heavily against Daeshim as he kisses him, sated and hungry at the same time. He licks at his own lips when the kiss breaks, lids heavy as he pries them open to look at the fae. He sees him tasting him, moaning softly again at the sight of it.
For a moment, he's lost in that sight that he doesn't notice the vine but then he feels it, reaches up and fingers brush against the bloom, blinking. ]
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For a moment, he's lost in that sight that he doesn't notice the vine but then he feels it, reaches up and fingers brush against the bloom, blinking. ]
What ...
[ He didn't know you could do that. ]