[ 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. ]
[daeshim tilts his head for him, a shiver going through his body as kisses are dragged along his neck. he's being overwhelmed in his own way. lennon is also so close physically, and it's just the two of them. it's not new but it also is.
he buries his hand in the human's hair, trying to tug his mouth to his. he misses once, catching his chin when the other's lips part on a moan. it's a little messy, a little imperfect, and daeshim loves it. it's even better than the perfect display that lennon made of himself earlier, open to all of the fae's wishes.
he loves his name on the other's lips most of all, and daeshim does tug him into a kiss then. he can feel his release dripping over his fingers, and he only breaks the kiss because he's curious about the taste of him.]
That's one.
[he lifts his hand and sweeps the tip of his tongue across his knuckles. meanwhile a small vine snakes through the human's hair, a purple morning glory blooming next to lennon's ear.]
[ It's messy. It's real. There's no performance to this, it's just Lennon and it's just Daeshim. It's just the way his vision goes white as the pleasure cascades through him and leaves him leaning more heavily against Daeshim as he kisses him, sated and hungry at the same time. He licks at his own lips when the kiss breaks, lids heavy as he pries them open to look at the fae. He sees him tasting him, moaning softly again at the sight of it.
For a moment, he's lost in that sight that he doesn't notice the vine but then he feels it, reaches up and fingers brush against the bloom, blinking. ]
[daeshim doesn't have wings. he can't fly. he's not considered attractive or elegant by his own kind. he holed himself up in a gloomy part of the woods where humans didn't dare go because of stories of some skeletal deer monster.
there's a lot he hasn't told lennon, and a lot more he can do. he'll be covered in flowers before the morning. daeshim's heart is still beating quickly, more of a wonder to him than his magic.
he lays him back against the bed, space between them only long enough for him to finish undressing before he slides up beside and against him.]
I like shiny people and shiny things. All of you is a treasure.
[ Daeshim's own kind must be fools -- all of them. What could be more attractive than Daeshim? He doesn't need wings. Lennon will be very curious about those untold stories but he doesn't know to ask, he hadn't even thought about what magic the other might be capable of and now there's a vine that has a flower blooming in his hair out of nowhere. It's a strange feeling. More surreal almost than this place.
The other isn't really answering the question he's getting at and his fingers are still on the flower as he watches Daeshim get undressed from where he's now laying on the bed.
His warm body is welcome when it returns against him. ]
You're ridiculous.
[ He drops his fingers away from the flower and reaches out to brush his fingers through the other's hair, drawing him in for a kiss. ]
[daeshim closes his eyes when he feels fingers in his hair, even better when he's drawn into a kiss. it's all these acts of affection that make him feel loved, and stirs the same emotion in his chest.
the fae opens his eyes and blinks a few times at the question. for all his reminding that he's not human, sometimes he forgets things himself. he nods softly, eyes watching lennon carefully as he speaks.]
Can make flowers bloom and vines grow. Small trees too. I know when the snows are coming, and which berries will be sweetest while they're still green. [he shifts, getting more comfortable, letting his arm drape across the human's torso to tangle his fingers with his far hand's.] Can talk to moths and crows and strange black dogs - can turn into two of them. In the Ruinwood, there's nothing I can't do.
[but they're not in the ruinwood now, and daeshim wonders just how much he's not capable of here.
a sudden little giggle escaped him.]
Turned Jasper tiny once! Small enough to fit inside a bubble!
[ Lennon is fascinated by the other's explanation and it's enough to distract him from the pressing need to start kissing and touching Daeshim everywhere again. He drags his fingertips lightly over the other's side, tilting his head as their fingers tangle together.
It sounds all too far-fetched and yet there's a flower in his hair now. He'd felt the vine too.
The smile he'd had fades the moment Daeshim says Jasper's name and Lennon tugs his hand away. It's an annoying feeling, like a raincloud over his head. The niggling feeling of jealousy, of insecurity. The frustration that he likes Daeshim but the other surely is only interested in him because of the moment of mistaken identity.
The last name he wants to hear naked in bed with Daeshim is that one. And he's not quick enough to hide it either.
But he does try, shifting and pressing a kiss to the other's lips. He can shove it all away and shore of his walls more again. Letting Daeshim in is dangerous and being reminded like that shook him. His hands run down the other's body, one hand resting on his hip and the other brushing through the purple curls until he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock.
[daeshim makes an unhappy sound and tries to grope for his hand again. something has happened, he thinks, but it's as sudden as the bursting of a bubble. lennon was relaxed and happy, and then suddenly he's kissing him. and daeshim...he likes kisses. he loves them, but this one is just a little too hard and hungry, like the other is trying to swallow something unpleasant with something sweet.
he gasps when lennon wraps a hand around him, his cock rising to full hardness again. it's nearly overwhelming for him, but the fae is a surprisingly sensitive creature, too aware for his own good sometimes. so for the first time in his long life, he's the first to break a kiss while reaching down to cover the human's hand with his own.]
[ He doesn't really expect Daeshim to call him on it. He knows that it's not particularly hidden what had just happened but... Daeshim pulled away from the kiss, he stops the movement of his hand.
Lennon's never had someone stop something like this because they're worried about him. He lets out a small frustrated sound. It'd be so much easier if Daeshim was an actual asshole. ]
[daeshim purses his lips and continues looking at him. was he wrong? after all, sometimes he understands humans about as much as they understand him - which isn't much.
but he knows lennon. maybe they haven't known each other for long, and he doesn't know him as well as he hopes to in the future, but there's a tightness to his voice and a dullness to his eyes.]
Not the happy you of before. Did I do something that you didn't like? You should tell me, you said you would.
[it's not impossible. his experience is limited and his understanding perhaps moreso.]
[ Lennon reluctantly lets go of the other's cock then and shifts to scoot back just a little bit. He looks down at the blanket beneath them, rubbing it with his fingers briefly. How does he talk about any of this? He doesn't know how and he's frustrated that it's even a thing that exists and needs to be talked about.
He's used to being the placeholder but Daeshim is good at making him feel like more, making him wish it was more. For once, there's someone he doesn't want to lose in his life again and he hates it. How did he let that happen? ]
I... you just reminded me about Jasper is all.
[ Does he have to explain why that had upset him? He purses his lips and looks off to the side, biting down on his lip. ]
[it's not stupid, not if it bothers him. the why of it is a riddle that daeshim is still working on. yes, he spoke jasper's name, he remembers it. he was sharing his memories. but why would lennon be upset by that?
he doesn't like what he's doing, the way he picks at the blanket and chews on his lip. he doesn't like it because lennon, who usually has such confidence and nonchalance, suddenly seems very worried and sad. it's even worse because he's the reason for it somehow.]
I...reminded you of Jasper...
[he sounds it out slowly. think, fae, think. everything was going so nicely. the human was warm against him, the flower bloomed, he said jasper's name-
there's a flashback in his head, a faded memory of the sound of jasper's name on baein's lips, and the way that had made him feel. even now it makes something unpleasant roll up inside him. daeshim sits up on his knees and reaches for his hand.]
You're Lennon. It's Lennon's hand that I'm holding, and Lennon's lips that I've kissed. And it's Lennon who I'll spend the night with, thinking of no one else.
[ Lennon thinks this all might end up easier if Daeshim would but he doesn't think that he will. He doesn't seem the time. He worries at his lip still, pinching the fabric of the blanket between his fingers and only looking at Daeshim when the other takes his hand.
It feels like maybe, Daeshim gets it a bit. Maybe... it doesn't make it easier for Lennon to completely believe the other when he speaks more. ]
If I didn't look like him would you have even noticed me?
[ Lennon regrets asking the moment it leaves his lips and he squeezes his hand. ]
Don't answer that, okay?
[ He smiles, a little more guarded than earlier but he leans in and presses another kiss to the other's lips. ]
Doesn't matter. Not why I'm here now. Not why I call you mine.
[lennon wants to silence him, distract him, but the fae won't have that right now.]
Maybe I would've noticed you because you're pretty. Lots of people notice you for that reason. Wouldn't be here now just for that reason either. I like being near you. It makes me happy and makes me want to make you happy too. You're the only you I've ever met.
[it's a little ironic, because if the fae's jasper was here, he could translate some of what daeshim is trying to tell him and explain what it means. he flops on him then, gently, peppering his skin with kisses.]
You'll be tired of hearing me say your name before the night's done. People who get too close might blush and get tired of it too.
[ 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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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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he buries his hand in the human's hair, trying to tug his mouth to his. he misses once, catching his chin when the other's lips part on a moan. it's a little messy, a little imperfect, and daeshim loves it. it's even better than the perfect display that lennon made of himself earlier, open to all of the fae's wishes.
he loves his name on the other's lips most of all, and daeshim does tug him into a kiss then. he can feel his release dripping over his fingers, and he only breaks the kiss because he's curious about the taste of him.]
That's one.
[he lifts his hand and sweeps the tip of his tongue across his knuckles. meanwhile a small vine snakes through the human's hair, a purple morning glory blooming next to lennon's ear.]
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For a moment, he's lost in that sight that he doesn't notice the vine but then he feels it, reaches up and fingers brush against the bloom, blinking. ]
What ...
[ He didn't know you could do that. ]
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there's a lot he hasn't told lennon, and a lot more he can do. he'll be covered in flowers before the morning. daeshim's heart is still beating quickly, more of a wonder to him than his magic.
he lays him back against the bed, space between them only long enough for him to finish undressing before he slides up beside and against him.]
I like shiny people and shiny things. All of you is a treasure.
[and his pleased expression persists.]
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The other isn't really answering the question he's getting at and his fingers are still on the flower as he watches Daeshim get undressed from where he's now laying on the bed.
His warm body is welcome when it returns against him. ]
You're ridiculous.
[ He drops his fingers away from the flower and reaches out to brush his fingers through the other's hair, drawing him in for a kiss. ]
You can make flowers?
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the fae opens his eyes and blinks a few times at the question. for all his reminding that he's not human, sometimes he forgets things himself. he nods softly, eyes watching lennon carefully as he speaks.]
Can make flowers bloom and vines grow. Small trees too. I know when the snows are coming, and which berries will be sweetest while they're still green. [he shifts, getting more comfortable, letting his arm drape across the human's torso to tangle his fingers with his far hand's.] Can talk to moths and crows and strange black dogs - can turn into two of them. In the Ruinwood, there's nothing I can't do.
[but they're not in the ruinwood now, and daeshim wonders just how much he's not capable of here.
a sudden little giggle escaped him.]
Turned Jasper tiny once! Small enough to fit inside a bubble!
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It sounds all too far-fetched and yet there's a flower in his hair now. He'd felt the vine too.
The smile he'd had fades the moment Daeshim says Jasper's name and Lennon tugs his hand away. It's an annoying feeling, like a raincloud over his head. The niggling feeling of jealousy, of insecurity. The frustration that he likes Daeshim but the other surely is only interested in him because of the moment of mistaken identity.
The last name he wants to hear naked in bed with Daeshim is that one. And he's not quick enough to hide it either.
But he does try, shifting and pressing a kiss to the other's lips. He can shove it all away and shore of his walls more again. Letting Daeshim in is dangerous and being reminded like that shook him. His hands run down the other's body, one hand resting on his hip and the other brushing through the purple curls until he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock.
Don't ask questions. ]
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he gasps when lennon wraps a hand around him, his cock rising to full hardness again. it's nearly overwhelming for him, but the fae is a surprisingly sensitive creature, too aware for his own good sometimes. so for the first time in his long life, he's the first to break a kiss while reaching down to cover the human's hand with his own.]
You're...not you.
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Lennon's never had someone stop something like this because they're worried about him. He lets out a small frustrated sound. It'd be so much easier if Daeshim was an actual asshole. ]
What are you talking about? OF course, I'm me.
[ Deflect. ]
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but he knows lennon. maybe they haven't known each other for long, and he doesn't know him as well as he hopes to in the future, but there's a tightness to his voice and a dullness to his eyes.]
Not the happy you of before. Did I do something that you didn't like? You should tell me, you said you would.
[it's not impossible. his experience is limited and his understanding perhaps moreso.]
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He's used to being the placeholder but Daeshim is good at making him feel like more, making him wish it was more. For once, there's someone he doesn't want to lose in his life again and he hates it. How did he let that happen? ]
I... you just reminded me about Jasper is all.
[ Does he have to explain why that had upset him? He purses his lips and looks off to the side, biting down on his lip. ]
I'm sorry. It's stupid.
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[it's not stupid, not if it bothers him. the why of it is a riddle that daeshim is still working on. yes, he spoke jasper's name, he remembers it. he was sharing his memories. but why would lennon be upset by that?
he doesn't like what he's doing, the way he picks at the blanket and chews on his lip. he doesn't like it because lennon, who usually has such confidence and nonchalance, suddenly seems very worried and sad. it's even worse because he's the reason for it somehow.]
I...reminded you of Jasper...
[he sounds it out slowly. think, fae, think. everything was going so nicely. the human was warm against him, the flower bloomed, he said jasper's name-
there's a flashback in his head, a faded memory of the sound of jasper's name on baein's lips, and the way that had made him feel. even now it makes something unpleasant roll up inside him. daeshim sits up on his knees and reaches for his hand.]
You're Lennon. It's Lennon's hand that I'm holding, and Lennon's lips that I've kissed. And it's Lennon who I'll spend the night with, thinking of no one else.
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[ Lennon thinks this all might end up easier if Daeshim would but he doesn't think that he will. He doesn't seem the time. He worries at his lip still, pinching the fabric of the blanket between his fingers and only looking at Daeshim when the other takes his hand.
It feels like maybe, Daeshim gets it a bit. Maybe... it doesn't make it easier for Lennon to completely believe the other when he speaks more. ]
If I didn't look like him would you have even noticed me?
[ Lennon regrets asking the moment it leaves his lips and he squeezes his hand. ]
Don't answer that, okay?
[ He smiles, a little more guarded than earlier but he leans in and presses another kiss to the other's lips. ]
Just... remind me what the plan is for tonight?
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[lennon wants to silence him, distract him, but the fae won't have that right now.]
Maybe I would've noticed you because you're pretty. Lots of people notice you for that reason. Wouldn't be here now just for that reason either. I like being near you. It makes me happy and makes me want to make you happy too. You're the only you I've ever met.
[it's a little ironic, because if the fae's jasper was here, he could translate some of what daeshim is trying to tell him and explain what it means. he flops on him then, gently, peppering his skin with kisses.]
You'll be tired of hearing me say your name before the night's done. People who get too close might blush and get tired of it too.
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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.
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