[his breath catches at the little bite. marking, possessiveness, that's something daeshim understands well enough. but the brush of his lips against his cock is what makes his fingers curl hard in lennon's hair.]
Why-
[the word is gasped out before he can stop it, though he might not have anyway.]
Why do you want to do this for me? Is it because I taste good?
[does it even really matter? it does to him. he knows how good it feels on his side of it, but does it feel the same to lennon?]
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Why-
[the word is gasped out before he can stop it, though he might not have anyway.]
Why do you want to do this for me? Is it because I taste good?
[does it even really matter? it does to him. he knows how good it feels on his side of it, but does it feel the same to lennon?]