[ Why can't he be easily distracted when it's convenient for Lennon? Ugh, this idiot weirdo gives him warm and fuzzies and he hates and loves it and he's terrified of it. Lennon can't quite allow himself to trust the words completely. They're just words after all, right?
But, the way Daeshim says them feels sincere and Lennon allows himself to feel soothed by them for now at least. He looks at him as the other kisses at his skin, feeling his weight. And it feels nice. For the moment he can little himself believe just a little that maybe he is special in his own way to Daeshim.
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But, the way Daeshim says them feels sincere and Lennon allows himself to feel soothed by them for now at least. He looks at him as the other kisses at his skin, feeling his weight. And it feels nice. For the moment he can little himself believe just a little that maybe he is special in his own way to Daeshim.
It's a fragile feeling. ]
You'll lose your voice before I'm tired of it.