[lennon gave him no reason to think it, and when he goes on to explain daeshim blushes even deeper. he turns his head to the side for a moment, warm cheek meeting the coolness of the pillowcase. he's about to ask him if he likes what he sees, but the little brush of his tongue turns the words into a whimper that he's only half-successful in biting back.]
Lennon-!
[he's less successful when he feels his tongue slipping between his lips, the first little curl making daeshim gasp and curl his fingers into his hair. it always feels good when lennon sucks him off, but this...he feels even more exposed, more raw. like he could become overwhelmed even easier.]
[ The way the other isn't really able to hold back his reactions only makes this more of a turn on. He moans quietly against him as he tastes him, stroking his tongue against him. He teases the tip of his tongue against the other's clit again as he brings his hands to spread the other open and make it easier to drag his tongue over him. He does venture lower, tongue dipping into Daeshim shallowly as he looks up at him.
He's so wet and he tastes so good. Lennon moans again as he presses his tongue in finally, closing his eyes and focusing on exploring Daeshim's body, finding out the things he'll like in this form. ]
[he really thought it would be...well, maybe not the same, but similiar. daeshim feels like daeshim in every other way, in this body or his other, even when he's a mushroom. and sex has always been good and pleasurable with lennon.
but now he can't stay quiet. he can barely stay still, arching halfway off the bed when lennon's tongue brushes the hood back and exposes the sensitive bud even more. and hearing lennon moan only heightens his arousal, makes him open his legs to him even more, even if the actual makes him feel a little bashful too.
daeshim tries not to rock too much against his face, but he can't control the way he tries to clench around his tongue. the fae's breath catches when he opens his eyes and sees the way lennon looks at him. as if he wasn't close enoug to coming already.]
[ Lennon's hands went to the other's hips to try and hold him in place but with no real pressure at the time. He likes the way the other's body can't stay still, how he arches up, how he can't stay still. The other opens up so good for him and he moans quietly against his heat.
He doesn't miss the way the other wants to move against his mouth and his mind is already racing with other positions to try.
The way the other's wall tighten as he works his tongue in, thrusting it and he shifts one hand to tease his thumb over his clit again, lightly rubbing circles as he fucks him with his tongue. He's so hard and just presses his hips down to let the bed give him some friction to take the edge off the need he feels.
As horny as he is he wants to stay right here where he is. ]
[embarrassment is a rare feeling for fae, and even rarer for daeshim. but he almost feels it now. he's embarrassed of the sounds that he's making, and the expression he must be making, and the way he's leaving a wet spot on their sheets. he's embarrassed of the way that his fingers curl into lennon's hair so desperately, and the way his legs open up to him, wanton.
but the pleasure washes it away. the pulse between his legs gets stronger, and his legs twitch as the other plays with him. lennon's name gets a little louder on his tongue, turns into nonsense or a forgotten fae language as he comes. "intense" is not the word for it. he feels like he could almost black out.]
Lennon would tell him there’s no need to be embarrassed if he knew. He loves every sound, every way the other moves, the way he’s pulling his hair and how wet the other is. He moans against him, and even if his jaw aches he doesn’t stop working the other up, his tongue fucking the other and his thumb getting more firm in it’s attentions. He wants Daeshim to come for him like this. He needs it and maybe the way his hips move quicker against the bed give away how into this he is — maybe he’s the one that should be embarrassed.
He would tell him to come but that would mean taking his tongue away from his wet pussy and that’s the last thing that he wants to do.
[he doesn't have to worry about telling daeshim to come, because the pleasure builds and crests like a wave that he can't stop. and there's a moment where he trembles, teetering at the very top of it until he falls.
the fae cries out when he releases, stars dancing in his vision. he can feel himself convulsing around lennon's tongue, bringing waves of honey with it.
he feels like...he feels like he could do that again. he definitely wants to do that again. but for the moment he just keeps his fingers gripping the other's hair as an anchor while he catches his breath.]
[ Lennon moans when Daeshim comes. He keeps working Daeshim through it, lapping at the sweet juices and he doesn't even move away from the other yet. He laps at the folds, up to the clit again, swirling his tongue around it as he looks up at Daeshim. He knows he might be too sensitive for him to keep going but he'll be greedy as long as Daeshim lets him.
His own orgasm is just out of reach but he doesn't mind putting it off. His hands stroke the inside of Daeshim's thighs. ]
[daeshim makes a noise, unsure at first. but he's sensitive enough that he starts to squirm. lennon's touch against the inside of his thighs feels good, but he still gives his hair gentle little tugs, urging him to rise up.]
[ Lennon looks up at him, biting his lip and he really just wants to bury his face again and his eyes lower as if he's sorely tempted to do it despite the tugging. He groans and finally does move up at the tugging, pressing his lips to Daeshim's, hungry and searching. ]
[he can taste himself in the kiss. daeshim wraps his arms around lennon's shoulder to hold him there. his body is still tingling inside and out, both from the orgasm and lennon's attention. and yet - it still feels like they've only just scratched the surface.
daeshim moves his leg and feels the other's hard length pressing against it, and leaving a little smear of pre-cum against his skin.]
Do you want me to stroke you? Swallow you? [daeshim slides his hand up into the hair on the back of lennon's head, pressing their foreheads together when he breaks the kiss to speak.] Or you could show me what it feels like, like this. I'm still wet...
[ Lennon groans softly again as his length gets friction against bare skin which is definitely much, much better than the bed. He kisses Daeshim hungrily but he allows the kiss to break. Their foreheads pressing together is almost as intimate.
Every option would be amazing but he shifts, one hand moving over Daeshim's thigh. ]
Let me show you.
[ Lennon wants to feel himself buried in that wetness. He hesitates, for a moment, before reaching down to guide his length, letting it rub along the slit, and then soon he's nudging his tip against Daeshim's entrance. ]
[daeshim presses his lips together, but the sound makes it past them anyway. he's not even sure why he's trying to hold back in the first place. it's lennon...anything that they haven't already shared, he knows they will. maybe it's only because the sounds surprise him, the same way he can't stop feeling wet, or the way his voice trembles.]
[ Lennon bites his lip briefly and then presses his lips to Daeshim's briefly. He pulls his head back so he can watch Daeshim's face as he starts pressing forward. He goes slow, partly for Daeshim's sake and partly so he doesn't lose control as the soft wet walls wrap around his cock. ]
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[lennon gave him no reason to think it, and when he goes on to explain daeshim blushes even deeper. he turns his head to the side for a moment, warm cheek meeting the coolness of the pillowcase. he's about to ask him if he likes what he sees, but the little brush of his tongue turns the words into a whimper that he's only half-successful in biting back.]
Lennon-!
[he's less successful when he feels his tongue slipping between his lips, the first little curl making daeshim gasp and curl his fingers into his hair. it always feels good when lennon sucks him off, but this...he feels even more exposed, more raw. like he could become overwhelmed even easier.]
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He's so wet and he tastes so good. Lennon moans again as he presses his tongue in finally, closing his eyes and focusing on exploring Daeshim's body, finding out the things he'll like in this form. ]
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but now he can't stay quiet. he can barely stay still, arching halfway off the bed when lennon's tongue brushes the hood back and exposes the sensitive bud even more. and hearing lennon moan only heightens his arousal, makes him open his legs to him even more, even if the actual makes him feel a little bashful too.
daeshim tries not to rock too much against his face, but he can't control the way he tries to clench around his tongue. the fae's breath catches when he opens his eyes and sees the way lennon looks at him. as if he wasn't close enoug to coming already.]
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He doesn't miss the way the other wants to move against his mouth and his mind is already racing with other positions to try.
The way the other's wall tighten as he works his tongue in, thrusting it and he shifts one hand to tease his thumb over his clit again, lightly rubbing circles as he fucks him with his tongue. He's so hard and just presses his hips down to let the bed give him some friction to take the edge off the need he feels.
As horny as he is he wants to stay right here where he is. ]
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but the pleasure washes it away. the pulse between his legs gets stronger, and his legs twitch as the other plays with him. lennon's name gets a little louder on his tongue, turns into nonsense or a forgotten fae language as he comes. "intense" is not the word for it. he feels like he could almost black out.]
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He would tell him to come but that would mean taking his tongue away from his wet pussy and that’s the last thing that he wants to do.
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the fae cries out when he releases, stars dancing in his vision. he can feel himself convulsing around lennon's tongue, bringing waves of honey with it.
he feels like...he feels like he could do that again. he definitely wants to do that again. but for the moment he just keeps his fingers gripping the other's hair as an anchor while he catches his breath.]
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His own orgasm is just out of reach but he doesn't mind putting it off. His hands stroke the inside of Daeshim's thighs. ]
Dae...
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[daeshim makes a noise, unsure at first. but he's sensitive enough that he starts to squirm. lennon's touch against the inside of his thighs feels good, but he still gives his hair gentle little tugs, urging him to rise up.]
Come to me. You need more too.
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daeshim moves his leg and feels the other's hard length pressing against it, and leaving a little smear of pre-cum against his skin.]
Do you want me to stroke you? Swallow you? [daeshim slides his hand up into the hair on the back of lennon's head, pressing their foreheads together when he breaks the kiss to speak.] Or you could show me what it feels like, like this. I'm still wet...
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Every option would be amazing but he shifts, one hand moving over Daeshim's thigh. ]
Let me show you.
[ Lennon wants to feel himself buried in that wetness. He hesitates, for a moment, before reaching down to guide his length, letting it rub along the slit, and then soon he's nudging his tip against Daeshim's entrance. ]
Dae...can I?
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[daeshim presses his lips together, but the sound makes it past them anyway. he's not even sure why he's trying to hold back in the first place. it's lennon...anything that they haven't already shared, he knows they will. maybe it's only because the sounds surprise him, the same way he can't stop feeling wet, or the way his voice trembles.]
You can...yes, please. Show me.
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Fuck...