[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.
Then I'll write it down, and it'll be there for you to read later.
[he lets himself come closer again, sliding both hands up into lennon's hair, and then down again to hold both sides of his face. this way he can look him in the eyes.]
Twice more. That's the plan for tonight. Four or seven or nine if I can.
[daeshim leans in to kiss him again, lips tingling from how kiss-bruised they already are.]
[ Ridiculous. This fae is an absolutely ridiculous being. He looks at him, though his lids flutter shut a few times at the way his hands move through his hair, sighing softly before he opens his eyes to meet the other's gaze. His hands are warm on Lennon's face. Real even though nothing about Daeshim should actually be real. Fae... the ability to make him feel like this...
He snorts a little. ]
I'll owe you something special if you manage nine.
[ Lennon doesn't think that'd be possible. three, four, that seems reasonable but nine? Could his body take that? He is curious.
Kissing him back, Lennon takes the moment to taste Daeshim's lips before obeying him and laying back. He exhales slowly. ]
[he's intrigued. what could that mean? what does lennon consider to be "something special"? he's wildly curious, but there are terms: nine times.
daeshim moves up over his body, letting his eyes roam over him and his hands following.]
Once will be enough. Unless you'd like for me to come more?
[the number of times seems to be of some small importance. daeshim glances up at his face, and then back down again to replace his hands with his lips, kissing along him.]
[ Lennon's not sure what that something special would be either but he would definitely, definitely come up with it if needed. He watches him as the other moves over him, feeling the warmth of his hands on his body and he rises into his touch. ]
You only want to come once?
[ Strange concept and he doesn't understand it really. His eyes focus on the other's purple head as he starts to work down his body once more. His lips more than welcome. He reaches to brush his fingers through his messy hair.
[daeshim pauses, thinking about that. it's not that he only wants to come once. sure, it's not the most important part for daeshim, but there is some feeling of...finality to it.
now if he can just explain that.]
If...I haven't came at all, it doesn't end, right? [the fae ducks his head down, pressing another kiss against lennon's skin.] We can keep going, as long as I don't come.
[it's not even about the sex per say, not for daeshim. he wants to be with lennon, like this, enjoying each other for as long as he can get away with.]
[ Lennon tries to parse that logic. It doesn't quite make complete sense to him as the other's lips continue and he sighs softly. ]
You wouldn't be able to get hard again?
[ He's not complaining he's just... curious... if the other wants to make him come so many times why wouldn't he be interested in getting off more? It's a different approach to sex, one that he's not familiar with. ]
[he thinks. he's pretty sure he could. at least he has no reason to think that he couldn't. he starts touching the newly discovered piercing, checking lennon's reaction before leaning in to replace his finger with his mouth. he loves the way that the metal feels on his tongue, smooth and cooler, though warmed a little by the human's body heat.]
[ Lennon inhales at the way the other teases at the piercing. He would be lying if he said he didn't completely enjoy the attention to it. His hips rise, encouraging along with a soft moan. ]
Then... let's see how many times we can both come.
[it sounds like a good plan when lennon says it, though daeshim doesn't give it any confirmation one way or the other. but his mouth is a little bit busy, between the piercings and lennon's cock, and even lower still.
daeshim shifts to move between his legs properly before he slides his hand under the other's thighs, and that helps at first, gives him access to all the places he wants to taste. but guiding lennon's thighs over his shoulders seems like an even better idea. the human doesn't seem too shy about being exposed even more, and dae isn't shy with his tongue.
he touches the tip of it against his entrance, feels the way it almost gives, but he doesn't push inside just yet. he comes back to the softness of lennon's inner thigh instead, humming as he kisses and nips a mark into the soft skin there.]
[ Lennon has a feeling the other agrees, all the same. He bites his lip as manuevers with him, shifting to trying give him the best access to anywhere he seems to want. And honestly, he doesn't expect it when Daeshim goes this direction, thighs over his shoulders and leaving him open and exposed.
And he's not shy about it. Not in the least bit but he feels a thrill. There's something intoxicating in Daeshim exploring him this way, in allowing him to do it. He lets out a shaky breath, head dropping back as he closes his eyes. ]
Daeshim.
[ He moans his name at the tease of the tip against him, his body anticipating more than just that press but then it doesn't come and he whimpers, thighs tensing.
His eyes open, watching Daeshim as he makes a mark on the tender skin, sensitive. ]
[ways to get daeshim to do damn near anything: say his name like that. it makes flowers bloom all around lennon, because daeshim can't contain his happiness when he hears his name like that. the feeling is too big for his body.
when he looks up, his eyes are bright with it. but it quickly turns to mischief, and the fae's lips curl into a smile as he drags his lips up.]
Would you like that? Or hate it?
[he gives him a moment to think while he drags his tongue along the underside of his cock, stopping at the head of it.]
Have you ever came just from being teased? That would be two.
[but he does give him a little more, holding his erection at the base so that he can suck the tip of it between this lips.]
[ Lennon's eyes are drawn to the flowers, tilting his head at the sight of them. It's... strange and magical and he's okay with it. He's okay with it now anyway. And he can't even linger his thoughts on the pretty flowers too long. No, Daeshim is being very good at controlling his attention. ]
Like...
[ Lennon answers with a moan, his hips pressing upward with the movement of the other's tongue. Fuck. ]
Mm... I... not with someone else.
[ He's teased himself into an orgasm before but never with another person and yet he thinks Daeshim might be able to pull it off. His eyes are dark with desire as he studies the other's face, the way his lips look wrapped around the head of his cock. ]
[he wants to. maybe it's mean, maybe it's even cruel, but he wants to tease lennon until he's going mad with want. he wants him to be so eager that small things tip him over the edge.
daeshim hums, and he can tell that the other wants him to take more of his cock. but the fae keeps one hand on his hip, holding them steady while he stays at the tip, the room filled with soft wet noises.
he finally pulls off with a soft pop, looking up to check on him before he moves even lower between his legs, the same tongue teasing his entrance next, promising penetration but never giving it.]
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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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[he lets himself come closer again, sliding both hands up into lennon's hair, and then down again to hold both sides of his face. this way he can look him in the eyes.]
Twice more. That's the plan for tonight. Four or seven or nine if I can.
[daeshim leans in to kiss him again, lips tingling from how kiss-bruised they already are.]
Lie back.
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He snorts a little. ]
I'll owe you something special if you manage nine.
[ Lennon doesn't think that'd be possible. three, four, that seems reasonable but nine? Could his body take that? He is curious.
Kissing him back, Lennon takes the moment to taste Daeshim's lips before obeying him and laying back. He exhales slowly. ]
How many times are you going to come?
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[he's intrigued. what could that mean? what does lennon consider to be "something special"? he's wildly curious, but there are terms: nine times.
daeshim moves up over his body, letting his eyes roam over him and his hands following.]
Once will be enough. Unless you'd like for me to come more?
[the number of times seems to be of some small importance. daeshim glances up at his face, and then back down again to replace his hands with his lips, kissing along him.]
Oh! You have another one!
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You only want to come once?
[ Strange concept and he doesn't understand it really. His eyes focus on the other's purple head as he starts to work down his body once more. His lips more than welcome. He reaches to brush his fingers through his messy hair.
He laughs softly. ]
Mhm.
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now if he can just explain that.]
If...I haven't came at all, it doesn't end, right? [the fae ducks his head down, pressing another kiss against lennon's skin.] We can keep going, as long as I don't come.
[it's not even about the sex per say, not for daeshim. he wants to be with lennon, like this, enjoying each other for as long as he can get away with.]
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You wouldn't be able to get hard again?
[ He's not complaining he's just... curious... if the other wants to make him come so many times why wouldn't he be interested in getting off more? It's a different approach to sex, one that he's not familiar with. ]
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[he thinks. he's pretty sure he could. at least he has no reason to think that he couldn't. he starts touching the newly discovered piercing, checking lennon's reaction before leaning in to replace his finger with his mouth. he loves the way that the metal feels on his tongue, smooth and cooler, though warmed a little by the human's body heat.]
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Then... let's see how many times we can both come.
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daeshim shifts to move between his legs properly before he slides his hand under the other's thighs, and that helps at first, gives him access to all the places he wants to taste. but guiding lennon's thighs over his shoulders seems like an even better idea. the human doesn't seem too shy about being exposed even more, and dae isn't shy with his tongue.
he touches the tip of it against his entrance, feels the way it almost gives, but he doesn't push inside just yet. he comes back to the softness of lennon's inner thigh instead, humming as he kisses and nips a mark into the soft skin there.]
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And he's not shy about it. Not in the least bit but he feels a thrill. There's something intoxicating in Daeshim exploring him this way, in allowing him to do it. He lets out a shaky breath, head dropping back as he closes his eyes. ]
Daeshim.
[ He moans his name at the tease of the tip against him, his body anticipating more than just that press but then it doesn't come and he whimpers, thighs tensing.
His eyes open, watching Daeshim as he makes a mark on the tender skin, sensitive. ]
You're teasing.
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when he looks up, his eyes are bright with it. but it quickly turns to mischief, and the fae's lips curl into a smile as he drags his lips up.]
Would you like that? Or hate it?
[he gives him a moment to think while he drags his tongue along the underside of his cock, stopping at the head of it.]
Have you ever came just from being teased? That would be two.
[but he does give him a little more, holding his erection at the base so that he can suck the tip of it between this lips.]
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Like...
[ Lennon answers with a moan, his hips pressing upward with the movement of the other's tongue. Fuck. ]
Mm... I... not with someone else.
[ He's teased himself into an orgasm before but never with another person and yet he thinks Daeshim might be able to pull it off. His eyes are dark with desire as he studies the other's face, the way his lips look wrapped around the head of his cock. ]
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daeshim hums, and he can tell that the other wants him to take more of his cock. but the fae keeps one hand on his hip, holding them steady while he stays at the tip, the room filled with soft wet noises.
he finally pulls off with a soft pop, looking up to check on him before he moves even lower between his legs, the same tongue teasing his entrance next, promising penetration but never giving it.]
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