[ He pauses for a moment and then shifts, moving to set the device on his nightstand propped up so that it would give the other a view of him as he scooted back on the bed some, leaning on one hand. ]
Do... you want me to put on a show for you right now? Like what I do at home?
[ Doing it like this, with Daeshim, it's different than his streams. There's a confusion inside of Lennon when it comes to the fae and well he doesn't want to think too much on it but it's there in the back of his mind as his fingers lightly tease at the edge of his t-shirt. ]
Like, if you want me to touch myself a certain way or... get in a different position... use a toy...
[ he agrees, and it's weird, someone being proactive about thinking about his comfort, the things he wouldn't like -- not pressuring him to push his boundaries and things like that instead.
There's a short peal of laughter and he sighs as he pulls the shirt up further. He kind of finds himself wanting to feel Daeshim's hands, his lips on his body instead of his own hand. Stupid. ]
Yeah? I like it when you touch it.
[ What's weirder still is when he says things like this and it's true. He pulls up his shirt a bit quicker so he can get to his nipples. His lips part, exhaling as his thumb brushes over one nipple, rubbing it lightly. ]
Mm... I like... teeth here.
[ He pinches the skin, allowing a hitch in his breath to be audible. ]
[and there's a note of longing in his voice. a lot he hasn't tasted too, because daeshim's hands and mouth like to get in on the act equally. he could leave lots of pretty marks blooming on him like flowers, if lennon will let him.
his breath catches too, and then he smiles, because he's learned one of his sensitive spots now and he will remember.]
More... [he moves, shifts to sit on his knees as he's watching.] Take it off. Touch yourself through your pants. Pretend - pretend it's me.
[ There's too much that Daeshim hasn't touched yet, Lennon thinks and then he chides himself for thinking it. He's not supposed to want this weird fae the way he is. Still, he does despite his best efforts (which is no effort at all really). ]
So impatient.
[ Lennon teases him but it excites him and he pulls off his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it aside. he doesn't go right for his pants, though. His head lulls to the side and he closes his eyes as his hand smoothes over his neck and slowly down his body, teasing at the nipple briefly again and mewling in pleasure, then lowering his hand to spread over his stomach. His thumb grazes against the dip of his navel and he shivers. Maybe just giving the other hints to erogenous zones to explore later.
But he doesn't linger too much, letting fingertips graze the top of his pants and he wants to slip his hand inside but that's not what Daeshim had asked for. He puffs out a breath and his hand slides over himself. There's too much fabric between his palm and his hardening length but he still sighs. His eyes close as he does, in fact, imagine it's Daeshim's hand.
His hand rubs through his pants, lips parted as he keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't try to hide the pleasure he's feeling, the way he presses up into his own hand. ]
[he knows it's true. he's heard it before, teased for wanting to jump right into things when the focus was still on foreplay. but he can pull himself back into patience too, making a soft sound before setting back into the show. every movement is given his utmost attention, details noticed and committed to memory.
he's chewing on his bottom lip by the time lennon's hand reaches his lap. the fae would swear that he can see him hardening beneath the fabric, a growing bulge that presses against his jeans and wants to be free. he lets him work himself for a few moments more before his next request.]
Open your eyes. Look at me. [he looks up to look into them through the video.] This is where I'd pull you into my lap, so you could see it for yourself. See that I feel the same way too.
[and also feel it, pressing against him, grinding with every rock of his hips.]
And the first time you come for me, I'm going to do it by just touching you. Would you like that too?
[ Even with his eyes closed, it's like Lennon can still feel Daeshim's eyes on him. They're not even in the same room and it's still an intense feeling when the fae looks at him. It's that, it's thinking about the other's hands and mouth on him that has him getting hard so fast.
He doesn't want to open his eyes. There's something unexpectedly intimate about this that he's still grappling with but... he does. He looks at Daeshim, swallowing heavily as he listens to the simplicity of his desires. He had not expected at all to be so affected, so easily affected. He rolls his hips into his hand, moaning quietly but really it's less from that and more from the way Daeshim's voice alone turns him on, not to mention the intensity of his look.
Daeshim had really flipped the tables on him and he felt out of control of the thing he himself had initiated moments ago. And he flounders a bit ]
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[ Lennon watches him even though it would have been easier for him to look away too. He bites at his lip, pushing his hair back behind his ear. ]
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Seriously?
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[he doesn't know how to tease. he doesn't even lie, technically, though he does play with words sometimes. that's just a fae thing.]
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Why now?
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What are you curious about? Hm?
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[ Nevermind that he wants to see what Daeshim is like too. ]
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I've learned about roleplaying!
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[ Lennon laughs. ]
I'd be a really, really inappropriate teacher.
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[ He pauses for a moment and then shifts, moving to set the device on his nightstand propped up so that it would give the other a view of him as he scooted back on the bed some, leaning on one hand. ]
Do... you want me to put on a show for you right now? Like what I do at home?
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[it's a simple answer, but there's a breathless note to it, and a little more color to his skin. he's definitely curious and eager to see.]
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[ Doing it like this, with Daeshim, it's different than his streams. There's a confusion inside of Lennon when it comes to the fae and well he doesn't want to think too much on it but it's there in the back of his mind as his fingers lightly tease at the edge of his t-shirt. ]
Like, if you want me to touch myself a certain way or... get in a different position... use a toy...
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[he frowns lightly at the thought of that, his gaze dropping to lennon's fingers.]
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[ He’s dragging the shirt up slowly, letting his fingers brush over his skin in the process. ]
If you want me to tell you that I don’t like something if that comes up I can.
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[daeshim relaxes at that.]
Tell me if you don't-
[he trails off there, engrossed in the show instead. lennon knows what he was going to say.]
You have pretty skin.
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[ he agrees, and it's weird, someone being proactive about thinking about his comfort, the things he wouldn't like -- not pressuring him to push his boundaries and things like that instead.
There's a short peal of laughter and he sighs as he pulls the shirt up further. He kind of finds himself wanting to feel Daeshim's hands, his lips on his body instead of his own hand. Stupid. ]
Yeah? I like it when you touch it.
[ What's weirder still is when he says things like this and it's true. He pulls up his shirt a bit quicker so he can get to his nipples. His lips part, exhaling as his thumb brushes over one nipple, rubbing it lightly. ]
Mm... I like... teeth here.
[ He pinches the skin, allowing a hitch in his breath to be audible. ]
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[and there's a note of longing in his voice. a lot he hasn't tasted too, because daeshim's hands and mouth like to get in on the act equally. he could leave lots of pretty marks blooming on him like flowers, if lennon will let him.
his breath catches too, and then he smiles, because he's learned one of his sensitive spots now and he will remember.]
More... [he moves, shifts to sit on his knees as he's watching.] Take it off. Touch yourself through your pants. Pretend - pretend it's me.
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So impatient.
[ Lennon teases him but it excites him and he pulls off his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it aside. he doesn't go right for his pants, though. His head lulls to the side and he closes his eyes as his hand smoothes over his neck and slowly down his body, teasing at the nipple briefly again and mewling in pleasure, then lowering his hand to spread over his stomach. His thumb grazes against the dip of his navel and he shivers. Maybe just giving the other hints to erogenous zones to explore later.
But he doesn't linger too much, letting fingertips graze the top of his pants and he wants to slip his hand inside but that's not what Daeshim had asked for. He puffs out a breath and his hand slides over himself. There's too much fabric between his palm and his hardening length but he still sighs. His eyes close as he does, in fact, imagine it's Daeshim's hand.
His hand rubs through his pants, lips parted as he keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't try to hide the pleasure he's feeling, the way he presses up into his own hand. ]
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he's chewing on his bottom lip by the time lennon's hand reaches his lap. the fae would swear that he can see him hardening beneath the fabric, a growing bulge that presses against his jeans and wants to be free. he lets him work himself for a few moments more before his next request.]
Open your eyes. Look at me. [he looks up to look into them through the video.] This is where I'd pull you into my lap, so you could see it for yourself. See that I feel the same way too.
[and also feel it, pressing against him, grinding with every rock of his hips.]
And the first time you come for me, I'm going to do it by just touching you. Would you like that too?
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He doesn't want to open his eyes. There's something unexpectedly intimate about this that he's still grappling with but... he does. He looks at Daeshim, swallowing heavily as he listens to the simplicity of his desires. He had not expected at all to be so affected, so easily affected. He rolls his hips into his hand, moaning quietly but really it's less from that and more from the way Daeshim's voice alone turns him on, not to mention the intensity of his look.
Daeshim had really flipped the tables on him and he felt out of control of the thing he himself had initiated moments ago. And he flounders a bit ]
Yeah. I'd really like that...
On your lap?
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