[ Lennon tilts his head and there is some logic to it, exposure therapy or whatever. He chews on his lip and wellt he vague worry that it might have the opposite effect and the other would freak out at his kisses even without lipstick....... okay he's just being paranoid, right? ]
[ Lennon hesitates but he nods with a smile. He'd gone to look through the makeup he had that he mostly uses for work and found red lipstick that he hasn't used since meeting Daeshim. He has the case in his hand. ]
[ Lennon's brows are still furrowed in concern as he opens the lipstick and applies it quickly. He sets it aside and reaches out to touch the other's hand. ]
[daeshim opens his eyes slowly, and something in him seizes up. instead of seeing lennon in red lipstick, he sees lennon with a bloody mouth. in his mind, in his worst fears, someone has hurt him.
the fae's eyes roll back and turn black. the antlers on his head sprout more prongs and grow sharper. and dae's very skin seems to harden, like his skeleton has come to the surface and is trying to switch places with it. he's breathing heavily too, because someone has hurt lennon, someone has hurt someone that he loves and he must do something about that. but daeshim can still feel lennon's touch, and grips the other's hand with a hand that has something more like claws than fingernails.
he just breathes. he breathes until the blackness melts away and he can see the face of his love again. the obscene color is still on his lips, but dae has realized something after reaching out touch them with a trembling (normal) hand.]
[ Lennon's eyes widen at the sudden change in Daeshim and he's frozen for a moment not even able to say a word but he wants to. He doesn't know if Daeshim's okay. His fingers on his other hand dig into his own thighs and the sight is unsettling, maybe a little scary but he'd refuse to say so. The last time Daeshim knew he had scared Lennon hadn't turned out great. ]
Dae... [ He says again and he feels him holding onto his hand and it feels different. It's not the softness that he's used to. His heartbeat is racing as it seems like Daeshim calms down some, returns more to normal.
His lips part slightly when Daeshim reaches out, touching them. ]
Right. It's not blood. Just red lipstick.
[ Lennon presses a gentle kiss to the other's fingertips. ]
[it leaves a mark on his fingertip. that's a little easier to bear, even if dae still has a hard time looking at it directly.
it's not blood. it's just red. he reminds himself of that fact, swallowing hard before taking a closer look. he can see a little of the print of lennon's lips in it, which actually makes him smile.]
[ Lennon's nerves are still raw but he focuses on Daeshim, on his body language, on his smile when it comes. He's eager to keep him smiling, to make him smile more and so he leans to press a soft kiss to his wrist and then another without thinking. ]
[he tries not to recall the gash that opened up across his knee when he fell from his bike. blood is red but red is not blood.. there'd been pain right before that. there's no pain when these red marks appear on dae's body - there's the oppsosite
daeshim scoots closer, draws the human closer, and leans in to kiss him on the lips without a second thought given to the color smeared across them..]
[ Lennon smiles slightly when Daeshim kisses him. One hand stays on the other's but the other buries in the messy purple hair, lips parting slightly as they kiss. He knows it'll mess up the lipstick but there's nothing wrong with that and he can always apply more if Daeshim wants him to.
He presses a bit closer letting their legs tangle together a bit as he settles closer to the other's body but not quite on his lap and not quite pulling Daeshim onto his own. ]
[the lipstick makes him taste different. not bad, but daeshim is so familiar with how lennon tastes everywhere that he can't help but notice it. the red is a barely-there color by the time that they come up for air, and the same could probably be said about the fae's mouth. daeshim giggles, eyes overbright as he grips lennon's hair and tilts his head to the side, holding him steady as he tries to leave marks of his own along his neck.]
The red did not stand a chance. I kissed it all away.
[and a part of dae wants to ask him to do it again and leave the shape of his lips all over his body. but he wants this too, to press his own kisses into his lover's skin. it's hard to choose and hard to stop.
as much as the fae enjoys kissing, he doesn't forget what lennon also likes. one of his vines slides between the other's legs beneath him, rubbing back and forth against the underside of lennon's cock.]
I am sorry for what you saw earlier. Let me make it up to you.
[ Lennon is breathless when they part and he doesn’t resist as his head is pulled to the side by his hair. He likes that, he likes the others lips moving over the sensitive skin and closing his eyes for a moment to focus on it. He laughs quietly at the statement. ]
Yes, you did a very good job of it.
[ He licks his lips as he looks at the other and then a brow raising when the vine shows up. He bites at his own lip, a quiet sound escaping at the pleasure of being touched and teased like that. He’d still been more worried about Daeshim getting what he needs but the vine reminds him that all the kissing had gotten him worked up. ]
You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay.
[ Not that he’s turning down what the other is offering. ]
[kissing makes him happy too. kissing gives him most of what he needs, but he still enjoys being with lennon too. he enjoys making his human feel good and giving him what he needs, even if he doesn't know all of it.
daeshim picks up the red lipstick, looking at it uncertainly before he twists more of the red color up. he starts applying it to his own lips, all in all a messy application without a mirror or even any experience with make-up.
the fae rises up to his knees, embracing lennon to kiss him on his cheek and leave the basic shape of his lips behind. it's a sweet kiss, almost chaste, even while the vine continues to stroke him and tease his hole.]
[ Lennon watches Daeshim as the other applies the lipstick, resisting the urge to reach out and help him do it and just letting him apply it messily. It doesn't matter, really, does it? They're just going to get it messy and transferred anyway, that was the whole point. And the color looks nice on Daeshim regardless, Lennon thinks. He'd avoided the color red for Daeshim but he really does like it. ]
Dae... [ Lennon breathes out at the softness of the kiss, combined with the vine that's still teasing him and he squirms as his hole is teased, toes curling a bit. ]
I know.
[ Lennon says, reaching out and stroking the other's cheek, drawing him into a kiss on the lips again. ]
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Well! I do have one idea. But it might sound a little strange...
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[it would help! really!]
I might start associating it with things that feel nice.
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I can do that.
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Okay!
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[he's skipping the communicator this time, and instead just hurries from his room to theirs to ask lennon in person.]
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Are you sure you want to do this?
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I'm sure! This is something I must do.
[he closes his eyes, giving lennon time to apply it.]
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Okay.
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the fae's eyes roll back and turn black. the antlers on his head sprout more prongs and grow sharper. and dae's very skin seems to harden, like his skeleton has come to the surface and is trying to switch places with it. he's breathing heavily too, because someone has hurt lennon, someone has hurt someone that he loves and he must do something about that. but daeshim can still feel lennon's touch, and grips the other's hand with a hand that has something more like claws than fingernails.
he just breathes. he breathes until the blackness melts away and he can see the face of his love again. the obscene color is still on his lips, but dae has realized something after reaching out touch them with a trembling (normal) hand.]
...It's not blood.
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Dae... [ He says again and he feels him holding onto his hand and it feels different. It's not the softness that he's used to. His heartbeat is racing as it seems like Daeshim calms down some, returns more to normal.
His lips part slightly when Daeshim reaches out, touching them. ]
Right. It's not blood. Just red lipstick.
[ Lennon presses a gentle kiss to the other's fingertips. ]
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it's not blood. it's just red. he reminds himself of that fact, swallowing hard before taking a closer look. he can see a little of the print of lennon's lips in it, which actually makes him smile.]
Do it again.
[daeshim offers his wrist up to him.]
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daeshim scoots closer, draws the human closer, and leans in to kiss him on the lips without a second thought given to the color smeared across them..]
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He presses a bit closer letting their legs tangle together a bit as he settles closer to the other's body but not quite on his lap and not quite pulling Daeshim onto his own. ]
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The red did not stand a chance. I kissed it all away.
[and a part of dae wants to ask him to do it again and leave the shape of his lips all over his body. but he wants this too, to press his own kisses into his lover's skin. it's hard to choose and hard to stop.
as much as the fae enjoys kissing, he doesn't forget what lennon also likes. one of his vines slides between the other's legs beneath him, rubbing back and forth against the underside of lennon's cock.]
I am sorry for what you saw earlier. Let me make it up to you.
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Yes, you did a very good job of it.
[ He licks his lips as he looks at the other and then a brow raising when the vine shows up. He bites at his own lip, a quiet sound escaping at the pleasure of being touched and teased like that. He’d still been more worried about Daeshim getting what he needs but the vine reminds him that all the kissing had gotten him worked up. ]
You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay.
[ Not that he’s turning down what the other is offering. ]
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daeshim picks up the red lipstick, looking at it uncertainly before he twists more of the red color up. he starts applying it to his own lips, all in all a messy application without a mirror or even any experience with make-up.
the fae rises up to his knees, embracing lennon to kiss him on his cheek and leave the basic shape of his lips behind. it's a sweet kiss, almost chaste, even while the vine continues to stroke him and tease his hole.]
I will never let anything bad happen to you.
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Dae... [ Lennon breathes out at the softness of the kiss, combined with the vine that's still teasing him and he squirms as his hole is teased, toes curling a bit. ]
I know.
[ Lennon says, reaching out and stroking the other's cheek, drawing him into a kiss on the lips again. ]