[ Lennon moans quietly as the other touches him, tilting toward his touch. He presses closer, tongue teasing against the other's. Kissing Daeshim always feels good, it fills Lennon with warmth. There's something that always feels real about kissing Daeshim like there's no motive behind it except that he wants to, that he likes Lennon and enjoys this in the moment.
It's easy to get lost in it. His hand curling against the other's back until at some point they part. He takes a deeper breath, lids heavy from both the effects of the whisky and more so the effects of Daeshim. His tongue darts out against his lips and he feels something somewhat different behind his ear. ]
What?
[ He asks, although, he's already starting to move closer to kiss him again. ]
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It's easy to get lost in it. His hand curling against the other's back until at some point they part. He takes a deeper breath, lids heavy from both the effects of the whisky and more so the effects of Daeshim. His tongue darts out against his lips and he feels something somewhat different behind his ear. ]
What?
[ He asks, although, he's already starting to move closer to kiss him again. ]