Lennon is slow to be willing to go down with him but he does allow it. "What do you mean babies?" he presses because don't think he's not going to press. What the hell, Daeshim?
"No... I just... did some work here," Lennon feels a slight prick of shame for the first time ever. It feels weird to think about what he'd been doing, knowing that Daeshim had been looking for him and that... the reason he'd done it was less about money and more about running.
Lennon has been through enough for one day, even Daeshim can recognize that. He gets comfortable on the bed where others have been, wrapping around the one that they've been with. But Daeshim is here to stay.
Lennon exhales in relief. He had thought the other was going to continue ignoring him about it and just laughing like a crazy person. He lets Daeshim hold him for a little while before shaking his head.
"Not here," Lennon says softly, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to Daeshim's lips.
"I don't want... Let's just go back home."
Maybe he needs to compartmentalize but the idea of something real here being held like this here...where it's a place of untruths. It's not a place he wants to share with Daeshim any longer. "Then... I'll make up the last three days."
He doesn't, not really. Daeshim has already forgiven him and that means an end to that. But 'make up for the last three days' just sounds too promising. The Fae sits up and scoots to the side of the bed, but not without taking Jasper's hand to pull him along with him.
Daeshim stops in his tracks, turns and gathers Lennon's face in his hands. He looks so serious, lips pressed together like they always do before he offers someone seeds for something he wants.
"You are adorable."
Ok. So maybe not what Lennon's used to hearing after an offer like that. It just made the Fae feel all warm inside.
Lennon blinks as his face is held and he looks adequately confused. He nearly flushes -- okay maybe there's a little pink but that's nothing. He swats playfully at the other's hands and nudges him. He needs to get properly dressed if they're leaving and make sure he gathers his earnings. He works on that, pressing his tongue between his lips to the side as he thinks.
Daeshim lets him, watches him as he does. There are things that he wants, he just doesn't know if Lennon would want the same. They're different, so different that some would say that things should never work between them. Fortunately Daeshim doesn't see it that way.
"Tell me. What's the most unusual thing that you've ever done?"
Lennon is taken offguard by the question and he has to think about it. He pulls on his pants and the shirt he'd first come into the brothel in, pushing his fingers through his hair as he works on manuevering his tail so it's hidden and then finds the beanie he's been using to hide his ears. Next, he goes to a little table by the bed, pulling out the earnings he'd been stashing there and shoving them into a bag he'd brought with him.
Okay so maybe he was procrastinating giving an answer.
Daeshim can be infuriatingly patient when it suits him. But "time" doesn't mean the same thing to long-lived beings. There's no reaction when Lennon finally does answer the question, at least not at first. But then there is a short "blink and you'll miss it" giggle.
"Feet?"
He lifts his own, which are naturally each one in a different colored sock. Daeshim tilts his head as he studies them for a moment.
"Well, feet really aren't so different from hands when you think about it. I think Jasper liked feet!"
Lennon thinks he hears something but it's so fast he could have imagined it. he slings his bag over his shoulder and goes back to Daeshim, leaning to kiss him quickly and ignoring his feet.
"Well, some people do," Lennon says, his eyes going to that spot on the other's neck briefly before reaching to pull him up.
"Home and then you can tell me what weird whims you have for me to fulfill."
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"No... I just... did some work here," Lennon feels a slight prick of shame for the first time ever. It feels weird to think about what he'd been doing, knowing that Daeshim had been looking for him and that... the reason he'd done it was less about money and more about running.
"You shouldn't be here." This place is too dirty.
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Lennon has been through enough for one day, even Daeshim can recognize that. He gets comfortable on the bed where others have been, wrapping around the one that they've been with. But Daeshim is here to stay.
"You're here. I should be here too."
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"Not here," Lennon says softly, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to Daeshim's lips.
"I don't want... Let's just go back home."
Maybe he needs to compartmentalize but the idea of something real here being held like this here...where it's a place of untruths. It's not a place he wants to share with Daeshim any longer. "Then... I'll make up the last three days."
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He doesn't, not really. Daeshim has already forgiven him and that means an end to that. But 'make up for the last three days' just sounds too promising. The Fae sits up and scoots to the side of the bed, but not without taking Jasper's hand to pull him along with him.
"How will you do it?"
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"We're going to stay in bed for a day or two or...however long... and I cater to your every whim. And I'll make you come until you can't anymore."
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"You are adorable."
Ok. So maybe not what Lennon's used to hearing after an offer like that. It just made the Fae feel all warm inside.
"What if my whims are....unusual?"
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"I wouldn't really expect anything less."
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"Tell me. What's the most unusual thing that you've ever done?"
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Okay so maybe he was procrastinating giving an answer.
"One guy... wanted me to use my feet?"
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"Feet?"
He lifts his own, which are naturally each one in a different colored sock. Daeshim tilts his head as he studies them for a moment.
"Well, feet really aren't so different from hands when you think about it. I think Jasper liked feet!"
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"Well, some people do," Lennon says, his eyes going to that spot on the other's neck briefly before reaching to pull him up.
"Home and then you can tell me what weird whims you have for me to fulfill."