[ 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 ]
[he nods softly. daeshim hasn't really got the concept that this is supposed to be a show. he believes every reaction, every fluttering of lennon's eyelashes. the soft moan from the human's lips has his breath catching again. he wants... he really wishes... it's there in his eyes if lennon looks at him long enough, a soft hunger.]
Do you turn all boneless then? Relaxed? You could lie back while I just kept kissing all over you until you were ready again. Slip my tongue into places that would make you moan some more. Or you could just rest against me. I would hold you and play with your hair. You have soft hair.
[daeshim doesn't know which he would like more; he hopes he gets the chance to do both.]
Whenever you ready...I wanna see.
[the exact shape of him, the size. daeshim wants to see all of this without expectation.]
[ Somehow, Lennon's forgetting a bit that it's supposed to be a show too. He would usually be good at reining it in, finding control again but he's not even trying to do that right now. He's letting this be more real and every reaction is real.
His breathing is uneven and right now, he wishes that Daeshim was right there to touch him right now. He considers asking for that. He considers it but it's a step too far to be the one to make that move right now. Instead, he'll bask in it, the questions, the sound of Daeshim's voice.
As he thinks about his tongue on him he squeezes himself and moans and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment.
Taking a deep breath he tries to concentrate, opening his eyes again and there's less showmanship this time as both of his hands move to quickly work open his jeans and push them and his underwear down his thighs. He kicks them away and shifts onto his knees, thighs parted some. Thin fingers wrap around his length again. It's not particularly impressive. The comments he gets on his dick most often are 'cute' and he doesn't mind that. He strokes himself, biting his lip and looking at Daeshim eyes only half open. ]
[he doesn't even have to think about it. he likes lennon, so he likes his body. he wants to smile for how quickly the human moved, how he seemed to be as impatient as daeshim is now. but he kind of gets lost in what he sees.
not just his length, his eyes wander to other parts of the human too. his thighs, more of that pretty smooth skin. he wants to sink his teeth in there too, along the inside - gentle and followed by kisses. daeshim watches him for a few seconds, breath held, one hand finally sliding over to press against.]
I bet you taste good. I might not be able to take all of you in my mouth, but I could try. Could swallow you down once you spilled too.
[and he would, until tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and he almost choked.] he would love the taste of him, he knows it.
That would just leave one more...three is a good number, you should come three times. Oh! [ his eyes get suddenly brigher. he's figured it out!] When I'm inside you. You'll come then too.
[ Maybe it's like this if someone you like is the one that's interacting with you. Maybe this is what it's like when that person actually seems to like you for you and your body is an added bonus -- not the whole point. Never mind the fact Lennon would deny that he likes Daeshim like that -- but... the way the other looks at him? It's hard to keep fighting the way it makes him feel. ]
Fuck.
[ Lennon's fingers stroke his dick and his eyes close and he can just imagine it, the warm wetness of the other's mouth, the way he eagerly would suck him until he came. ]
Maybe you should just come here now and let me climb in your lap.
[ Lennon says suddenly, flustered as he opens his eyes again. Because now he wants that. He wants to let Daeshim take him apart that way. ]
[daeshim blinks. but the suggestion shouldn't be that much of a surprise, should it? and it's quick to discover that there's no resistance in his heart, much less his body. especially when the human looks at him that way...honest and wanting and maybe just a little bit vulnurable, like he's not entirely sure what the fae's answer will be.
fair. that's fair. they don't always understand each other, but maybe they do where it counts.]
Can you stop touching yourself? [daeshim's already moving to stand.] You should wait until I get there! I won't take long!
[ And a part of him isn't sure what the answer is, isn't sure if he'll be told that Daeshim wants to wait... Lennon doesn't want to wait anymore. And if he waits too long maybe he won't be able to be this open, somehow Daeshim had found a crack and had wiggled through and as much as there's a lot Lennon won't admit even to himself -- he doesn't want to close that crack in his walls. Not to Daeshim.
It's complicated and it's probably going to blow up in his face eventually but for now... for now he manages a sound of agreement and lets go of his length. ]
[hurry. yes, daeshim tells himself this too. it feels important, the trust between them still too fragile. he must hurry.
so he is nearly out of breath when he does arrive, with color high on his cheeks - to be fair, some of that from thinking about lennon with every step, recalling the sight of him on the bed. when daeshim sees him with his own eyes, his knees feel like they're about to go out. but he hastens over to the bed, never looking away from the other's eyes as he crawls onto it.]
I'm here. [in case lennon somehow went blind and missed him coming through the door. daeshim lets his gaze dip then, taking the human's hands as he looks down his body.] Pretty skin..
[one of his hands lifts to drag up, taking the exact same path that lennon's did earlier.]
[ Lennon lets the video call drop and he's waiting on his knees still for the other to arrive. He knows Daeshim will let himself in. He doesn't care that he does. The sight of the fae is welcome and his breath catches as Daeshim touches him. His hand feels nice, warm and the touch is welcome, almost as much as the way the other's hand moves over his body.
Moaning, Lennon arches into that touch and then reaches to pull him to sit on the bed, impatient to crawl into his lap. ]
[he already said that, didn't he? daeshim looks up at him, hands on lennon's hip to guide him onto his lap. and of course he goes for a kiss, because he loves kissing no matter what. it also grounds him and any nervous energy that he has.]
So is four. And seven. And nine.
[but he's not planning on getting him off that many times. is he?
he teases his nipple, pinching it just like lennon did before, and when the kiss breaks, he dips his head to place his mouth over it. his hand slides down to splay against his stomach, thumb brushing his navel. all the spots that made the other shiver and moan, they now belong to daeshim to explore.]
[ Lennon relaxes a little as he finds himself on Daeshim's lap, shifting and even if the other has clothes on it doesn't matter. He can tell the fae wants him. He kisses back and focuses in on Daeshim and the moment. ]
I do... not think I can come that many times in one night.
[ Please do try, either now... or later. Three is a good number though. A very good number. ]
Ah. [ Lennon gasps against the other's mouth when he pinches his nipple. Heat sears through him, straight to his cock and he squirms in his lap. He's reluctant to release the other's mouth but the lips over his nipple make up for the lack of kissing. One of his hands moves, brushing through the other's hair as the other teases those sensitive areas that Lennon had made a point to showcase... he'd been paying such good attention, this fae.
Those touches, those lips they draw out a moan, and Lennon doesn't hold back. He lets himself react freely, breathe heavily. The hand not occupied in Daeshim's hair moves between them, trying to work at his pants wanting to get them opened up so he can free him and touch him. ]
[daeshim looks up with bright eyes, and definitely a growing interest. once this line is crossed between them, well... fae can be greedy little creatures. daeshim already is with affection, as lennon has probably already noticed that he never misses an opportunity for it. this won't be much different.
he loves lennon's reactions, the squirms and noises that make him harder in the process. he bites down on his bottom lip, reluctant to stop touching and kissing him, but he doesn't want to be in the way as the other is undoing his pants.]
Sorry I ruined your show.
[maybe his apology is ridiculous, but it's genuine. lennon was trying to show him what he does and, well, now he's actually here.]
[ Oh boy, Lennon has gotten himself into the deep end. ]
I'm always up for a challenge.
[ Again, he's struck by the other's expression, by the way he looks at him and it excites him, makes him nervous and puts him at ease all at the same time. His breath is still heavy and he regrets the loss of contact but it makes it easier to quickly work open the other's pants, not even worried about getting them off.
Reaching in, his fingers stroke along the other's length before working it out into the open. ]
[there's no noticeable difference between a fae's body and a human's, except for most humans don't have naturally lavender hair down there. it's much the same with his actions, except everything daeshim does seems more deliberate. he drinks in everything about the moment.
and of course he leans in for another kiss, one of his arms going around him in a semi-embrace while he starts stroking him again with his other hand. it's not too quick, there's no rush to finish him off. daeshim would rather spend time becoming familiar with the shape of him, rubbing his thumb along the underside and tip to see what lennon likes most. sometimes his hand joins the other's, wrapping around both their cocks, then catching and tangling their feelings together. the sounds that he makes are soft, quiet little moans.]
[ Lavender hair is really... annoyingly endearing in every place the other has it. Somehow he'd expected it so he's not even surprised. Lennon's focus is more on stroking the other's cock, feeling it, memorizing the size, shape, and the raise of veins.
It's nice not to have to say anything else, that all Daeshim wants to say is said in kisses instead right now. Lennon can talk that language. He can understand desire. He kisses hungry, moans slipping in at the way the other touches him. As the other explores it wouldn't be too hard to figure out the more sensitive spots, that near the base, around the tip, and even more so his sac is sensitive and he likes attention there when he can get it but... everywhere that Daeshim touches feels good to Lennon.
Harsher breaths escape when their cocks are pressed together, fingers tangled and his hips rock. He bites at Daeshim's bottom lip, sucking at it as his hand strokes through his hair, cupping at the nape of his neck. ]
[he shivers a little at the feeling of lennon's teeth nipping at his bottom lip, those fingers in his hair. it makes his mouth curve into a smile, which is pressed into his next kiss. sex is like a game to him, not in a careless way, but a fun one where everyone wins. it brings out his playful side.
he also likes it when they're pressed together, length to length, feeling the throb of lennon's cock against his. a soft laugh escapes him before he switches hands to lick his palm broadly, and then returns to ease the friction with the wetness. it keeps feeling better and better, until he starts lifting his hips into the strokes, lifting lennon with them while his hand tightens around their cocks]
Are you this tight inside too? [it's a curious question, after daeshim slides his lips from the other's mouth to the shell of his ear. he gives an extra little squeeze just for good measure, which makes him moan too.] Bet you will be. Bet you'll tighten up and won't let me go. Bet you'll make me spend the night inside you.
[ Sex had been transactional for a long time it feels like. It's different right now, there's not just an end goal but a desire to enjoy every moment of it. Daeshim draws out a part of Lennon that had been hiding in the bedroom for a long time. The earnestness for connection and pleasure, the ability to truly enjoy himself for the sake of it. Maybe the fact that Daeshim has this effect on him should make him more ill at ease... maybe eventually it will.
But for now he can enjoy. He can be himself and know he's wanted the way he is. He doesn't have to pretend to like anything that he doesn't, he doesn't have to play his reactions and he noticed how closely the other pays attention that even small reactions to pleasure or discomfort would be noticed.
Lennon laughs as the other just licks at his palm and he moves with him in those strokes, gasping at the way the other's hand tightens. His hand slides from the nape of his neck over his shoulder, gripping his arm. He reaches to grab some lube from underneath his pillow that they could make use of too.
His lips are tingly and swollen from the kisses and his tongue swipes along them tasting Daeshim still there even as the other is wreaking havoc on him in a completely different way. Moaning, he arches his back, hips moving sharply as both of his hands grasp the other's shoulders to steady himself. ]
If you keep talking like that, you're going to have to spend more than the night inside me. And I'll stay so tight you'll almost wish I'd let you go.
[don't threaten daeshim with a good time, he just might take him up on it. he almost chases after a kiss yet again, but retreats in favor of listening to the pure sounds of his moans. it's still somewhat amazing to him, to think that he's the reason behind them. it makes him...happy. he hopes it makes lennon happy too.
eventually he slides his hand away from his own cock to focus on the human's instead, seeking to work him to completion. he made a promise after all, three times, and he wants to keep it. the wanton sounds that fill the room and the pretty sight of lennon right in front of him are quite enough temptation. daeshim doesn't want to release before it's time.
but something makes the fae's hand fall still on him too, slowing at first as he looks down. something silver and shiny...he strokes along his length a couple of times more, paying special attention to that place just to explore it.]
[ And Lennon is sort of serious about it too and it's not like he'd complain it went on too long if it's still feeling good.
He bites his lip as Daeshim's hand returns to focusing more specifically on him. He lets his hips arch into his touch. It really wouldn't take much more of this for him to come if he allows it and with the promise of more he really doesn't see the reason to hold back too long.
The thought is still lingering when Daeshim discovers one of Lennon's piercings. It takes Lennon a moment to catch up mentally to what the other is talking about. His orgasm is just there out of reach when the other slows down. His tongue pressing out to wet his lips. ]
Just one of my piercings... I thought it looks good and it feels good...
[ Has a tendency to draw more attention to the base of his cock and his balls which he does particularly enjoy getting attention and too often they get neglected in his opinion. ]
[it's not that daeshim's...forgotten what they're in the middle of. (or the beginning of, really.) but he is what he is, and he's been presented with something that's both shiny and curious. he knows of piercings - ears and eyebrows, mouths and navels. but he didn't know it could go beyond that.
he's a lot more cautious when he touches lennon next, holding his breath in case the piercing burns his fingers like iron would. it doesn't, and the next time he touches the piercing, toys with it, he blinks and looks up to see lennon's reaction to it.]
[ Oh Daeshim, it could go far, far beyond that. Lennon doesn't even think he's gone too extreme with his piercing choices. He bites his lip as the other explores. He doesn't say anything to guide him, letting him figure it out on his own.
As the fae toys with the piercing, Lennon bites the corner of his lip a low sound muffled and his hips rocking up slightly. ]
Do you like it...? I can take it out if you don't.
[he looks up quickly, eyes a little widened at the suggestion that he might feel otherwise. he wouldn't have lennon take it out, not for him or anyone else.
he does become a bit like a cat with a toy however, especially when he sees that playing with it like that gets a reaction from the human. so he does it some more, touching the piercing and his cock both, sometimes purposely avoiding it until the other bucks his hips in such a way that he returns to it. he makes him sing with it, at least it sounds like music to daeshim, the moans and sounds that come from him with every stroke, progressively quicker and tighter until precome drips along with the lube that he generously added.
could he come, just from this? he thinks he could, and daeshim watches him intently through it all, all of his attention for lennon alone.]
[ Lennon smiles at the quick reaction and it's a relief. He likes it and doesn't particularly want to take it out but some people could be weirded out by stuff like that he's sure.
It's easy to see that the other really does like it, the way he toys with it, experimenting and stroking him. Lennon curses shifts and leans to press his lips to the curve of the other's neck as the other strokes him, as he teases that piercing and then ignores it, working him up more and more.
He's so close. So very close. He pants against the other's neck, nipping at his skin and rocking hips into the other's touch. He's letting himself be the focus of the other's attention, arms around him to hold their bodies close while he's jerked off.
Then while the other's touching the piercing, tugging on it just right as he strokes Lennon's cock. ]
Daeshim, fuck.
[ He moans, back arching as his hips buck into the other's hand as he comes. ]
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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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[he nods softly. daeshim hasn't really got the concept that this is supposed to be a show. he believes every reaction, every fluttering of lennon's eyelashes. the soft moan from the human's lips has his breath catching again. he wants... he really wishes... it's there in his eyes if lennon looks at him long enough, a soft hunger.]
Do you turn all boneless then? Relaxed? You could lie back while I just kept kissing all over you until you were ready again. Slip my tongue into places that would make you moan some more. Or you could just rest against me. I would hold you and play with your hair. You have soft hair.
[daeshim doesn't know which he would like more; he hopes he gets the chance to do both.]
Whenever you ready...I wanna see.
[the exact shape of him, the size. daeshim wants to see all of this without expectation.]
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His breathing is uneven and right now, he wishes that Daeshim was right there to touch him right now. He considers asking for that. He considers it but it's a step too far to be the one to make that move right now. Instead, he'll bask in it, the questions, the sound of Daeshim's voice.
As he thinks about his tongue on him he squeezes himself and moans and his eyes squeeze shut for a moment.
Taking a deep breath he tries to concentrate, opening his eyes again and there's less showmanship this time as both of his hands move to quickly work open his jeans and push them and his underwear down his thighs. He kicks them away and shifts onto his knees, thighs parted some. Thin fingers wrap around his length again. It's not particularly impressive. The comments he gets on his dick most often are 'cute' and he doesn't mind that. He strokes himself, biting his lip and looking at Daeshim eyes only half open. ]
Do you like it?
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[he doesn't even have to think about it. he likes lennon, so he likes his body. he wants to smile for how quickly the human moved, how he seemed to be as impatient as daeshim is now. but he kind of gets lost in what he sees.
not just his length, his eyes wander to other parts of the human too. his thighs, more of that pretty smooth skin. he wants to sink his teeth in there too, along the inside - gentle and followed by kisses. daeshim watches him for a few seconds, breath held, one hand finally sliding over to press against.]
I bet you taste good. I might not be able to take all of you in my mouth, but I could try. Could swallow you down once you spilled too.
[and he would, until tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and he almost choked.] he would love the taste of him, he knows it.
That would just leave one more...three is a good number, you should come three times. Oh! [ his eyes get suddenly brigher. he's figured it out!] When I'm inside you. You'll come then too.
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Fuck.
[ Lennon's fingers stroke his dick and his eyes close and he can just imagine it, the warm wetness of the other's mouth, the way he eagerly would suck him until he came. ]
Maybe you should just come here now and let me climb in your lap.
[ Lennon says suddenly, flustered as he opens his eyes again. Because now he wants that. He wants to let Daeshim take him apart that way. ]
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fair. that's fair. they don't always understand each other, but maybe they do where it counts.]
Can you stop touching yourself? [daeshim's already moving to stand.] You should wait until I get there! I won't take long!
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It's complicated and it's probably going to blow up in his face eventually but for now... for now he manages a sound of agreement and lets go of his length. ]
Hurry up.
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so he is nearly out of breath when he does arrive, with color high on his cheeks - to be fair, some of that from thinking about lennon with every step, recalling the sight of him on the bed. when daeshim sees him with his own eyes, his knees feel like they're about to go out. but he hastens over to the bed, never looking away from the other's eyes as he crawls onto it.]
I'm here. [in case lennon somehow went blind and missed him coming through the door. daeshim lets his gaze dip then, taking the human's hands as he looks down his body.] Pretty skin..
[one of his hands lifts to drag up, taking the exact same path that lennon's did earlier.]
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Moaning, Lennon arches into that touch and then reaches to pull him to sit on the bed, impatient to crawl into his lap. ]
I'm holding you to three.
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[he already said that, didn't he? daeshim looks up at him, hands on lennon's hip to guide him onto his lap. and of course he goes for a kiss, because he loves kissing no matter what. it also grounds him and any nervous energy that he has.]
So is four. And seven. And nine.
[but he's not planning on getting him off that many times. is he?
he teases his nipple, pinching it just like lennon did before, and when the kiss breaks, he dips his head to place his mouth over it. his hand slides down to splay against his stomach, thumb brushing his navel. all the spots that made the other shiver and moan, they now belong to daeshim to explore.]
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I do... not think I can come that many times in one night.
[ Please do try, either now... or later. Three is a good number though. A very good number. ]
Ah. [ Lennon gasps against the other's mouth when he pinches his nipple. Heat sears through him, straight to his cock and he squirms in his lap. He's reluctant to release the other's mouth but the lips over his nipple make up for the lack of kissing. One of his hands moves, brushing through the other's hair as the other teases those sensitive areas that Lennon had made a point to showcase... he'd been paying such good attention, this fae.
Those touches, those lips they draw out a moan, and Lennon doesn't hold back. He lets himself react freely, breathe heavily. The hand not occupied in Daeshim's hair moves between them, trying to work at his pants wanting to get them opened up so he can free him and touch him. ]
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[daeshim looks up with bright eyes, and definitely a growing interest. once this line is crossed between them, well... fae can be greedy little creatures. daeshim already is with affection, as lennon has probably already noticed that he never misses an opportunity for it. this won't be much different.
he loves lennon's reactions, the squirms and noises that make him harder in the process. he bites down on his bottom lip, reluctant to stop touching and kissing him, but he doesn't want to be in the way as the other is undoing his pants.]
Sorry I ruined your show.
[maybe his apology is ridiculous, but it's genuine. lennon was trying to show him what he does and, well, now he's actually here.]
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I'm always up for a challenge.
[ Again, he's struck by the other's expression, by the way he looks at him and it excites him, makes him nervous and puts him at ease all at the same time. His breath is still heavy and he regrets the loss of contact but it makes it easier to quickly work open the other's pants, not even worried about getting them off.
Reaching in, his fingers stroke along the other's length before working it out into the open. ]
I think you got the gist so it's okay.
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and of course he leans in for another kiss, one of his arms going around him in a semi-embrace while he starts stroking him again with his other hand. it's not too quick, there's no rush to finish him off. daeshim would rather spend time becoming familiar with the shape of him, rubbing his thumb along the underside and tip to see what lennon likes most. sometimes his hand joins the other's, wrapping around both their cocks, then catching and tangling their feelings together. the sounds that he makes are soft, quiet little moans.]
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It's nice not to have to say anything else, that all Daeshim wants to say is said in kisses instead right now. Lennon can talk that language. He can understand desire. He kisses hungry, moans slipping in at the way the other touches him. As the other explores it wouldn't be too hard to figure out the more sensitive spots, that near the base, around the tip, and even more so his sac is sensitive and he likes attention there when he can get it but... everywhere that Daeshim touches feels good to Lennon.
Harsher breaths escape when their cocks are pressed together, fingers tangled and his hips rock. He bites at Daeshim's bottom lip, sucking at it as his hand strokes through his hair, cupping at the nape of his neck. ]
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he also likes it when they're pressed together, length to length, feeling the throb of lennon's cock against his. a soft laugh escapes him before he switches hands to lick his palm broadly, and then returns to ease the friction with the wetness. it keeps feeling better and better, until he starts lifting his hips into the strokes, lifting lennon with them while his hand tightens around their cocks]
Are you this tight inside too? [it's a curious question, after daeshim slides his lips from the other's mouth to the shell of his ear. he gives an extra little squeeze just for good measure, which makes him moan too.] Bet you will be. Bet you'll tighten up and won't let me go. Bet you'll make me spend the night inside you.
[it doesn't sound like he's complaining.]
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But for now he can enjoy. He can be himself and know he's wanted the way he is. He doesn't have to pretend to like anything that he doesn't, he doesn't have to play his reactions and he noticed how closely the other pays attention that even small reactions to pleasure or discomfort would be noticed.
Lennon laughs as the other just licks at his palm and he moves with him in those strokes, gasping at the way the other's hand tightens. His hand slides from the nape of his neck over his shoulder, gripping his arm. He reaches to grab some lube from underneath his pillow that they could make use of too.
His lips are tingly and swollen from the kisses and his tongue swipes along them tasting Daeshim still there even as the other is wreaking havoc on him in a completely different way. Moaning, he arches his back, hips moving sharply as both of his hands grasp the other's shoulders to steady himself. ]
If you keep talking like that, you're going to have to spend more than the night inside me. And I'll stay so tight you'll almost wish I'd let you go.
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[don't threaten daeshim with a good time, he just might take him up on it. he almost chases after a kiss yet again, but retreats in favor of listening to the pure sounds of his moans. it's still somewhat amazing to him, to think that he's the reason behind them. it makes him...happy. he hopes it makes lennon happy too.
eventually he slides his hand away from his own cock to focus on the human's instead, seeking to work him to completion. he made a promise after all, three times, and he wants to keep it. the wanton sounds that fill the room and the pretty sight of lennon right in front of him are quite enough temptation. daeshim doesn't want to release before it's time.
but something makes the fae's hand fall still on him too, slowing at first as he looks down. something silver and shiny...he strokes along his length a couple of times more, paying special attention to that place just to explore it.]
What's this?
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[ And Lennon is sort of serious about it too and it's not like he'd complain it went on too long if it's still feeling good.
He bites his lip as Daeshim's hand returns to focusing more specifically on him. He lets his hips arch into his touch. It really wouldn't take much more of this for him to come if he allows it and with the promise of more he really doesn't see the reason to hold back too long.
The thought is still lingering when Daeshim discovers one of Lennon's piercings. It takes Lennon a moment to catch up mentally to what the other is talking about. His orgasm is just there out of reach when the other slows down. His tongue pressing out to wet his lips. ]
Just one of my piercings... I thought it looks good and it feels good...
[ Has a tendency to draw more attention to the base of his cock and his balls which he does particularly enjoy getting attention and too often they get neglected in his opinion. ]
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he's a lot more cautious when he touches lennon next, holding his breath in case the piercing burns his fingers like iron would. it doesn't, and the next time he touches the piercing, toys with it, he blinks and looks up to see lennon's reaction to it.]
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As the fae toys with the piercing, Lennon bites the corner of his lip a low sound muffled and his hips rocking up slightly. ]
Do you like it...? I can take it out if you don't.
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[he looks up quickly, eyes a little widened at the suggestion that he might feel otherwise. he wouldn't have lennon take it out, not for him or anyone else.
he does become a bit like a cat with a toy however, especially when he sees that playing with it like that gets a reaction from the human. so he does it some more, touching the piercing and his cock both, sometimes purposely avoiding it until the other bucks his hips in such a way that he returns to it. he makes him sing with it, at least it sounds like music to daeshim, the moans and sounds that come from him with every stroke, progressively quicker and tighter until precome drips along with the lube that he generously added.
could he come, just from this? he thinks he could, and daeshim watches him intently through it all, all of his attention for lennon alone.]
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It's easy to see that the other really does like it, the way he toys with it, experimenting and stroking him. Lennon curses shifts and leans to press his lips to the curve of the other's neck as the other strokes him, as he teases that piercing and then ignores it, working him up more and more.
He's so close. So very close. He pants against the other's neck, nipping at his skin and rocking hips into the other's touch. He's letting himself be the focus of the other's attention, arms around him to hold their bodies close while he's jerked off.
Then while the other's touching the piercing, tugging on it just right as he strokes Lennon's cock. ]
Daeshim, fuck.
[ He moans, back arching as his hips buck into the other's hand as he comes. ]
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