Lennon rolls his eyes but he smiles and tucks the communicator away before
he finds the vine trail. It’s cute, and makes him feel warm and fuzzy as he
seeks out Daeshim — finding him at one of the tents that still left from
the party.
He picks up his pace to get there faster, very intent on finding his fae
and getting his hands and lips on him.
He likes to be outside sometimes. But he's not sure if Lennon does, and it's too far away from Jasper's kitchen (aka Lennon's kitchen). And Bae can't tolerate the sun.
So he comes alone. Maybe that's why he's naked, who knows.
Daeshim falls back with a soft 'oof', but his arms and his lips are ready to receive. A few vines curl around Lennon too, sprouting the same bright bloom that's on the Fae's neck. It makes the inside of the tent smell sweeter.
"Maybe this game isn't so bad." The one where they try to find each other.
Lennon smiles, nuzzling his nose against Daeshim’s cheek. He glances at the
vines with a raised brow and reaches to touch one of the blooms before
touching Daeshim’s neck softly. He drops his head, burying his face against
it for a moment, inhaling and then kissing the spot.
“When it’s like this it’s good,” he hums, nipping at a sensitive spot on
the others throat. Ever careful with his fangs, though.
Lennon licks and nibbles softly, knowing there will be a mark in his wake.
He keeps his head down as the other talks, kissing over his skin, feeling
his pile racing.
“You’re the only one,” Lennon says quietly. “That I love,” he struggles
with that word and it’s not even the phrase he knows he needs to say
eventually… but that Daeshim has understood him without him saying it means
more than words could ever say.
Another mark for him to admire and poke, because that's what he does. He hums at Lennon's words, his mouth curving into a small smile. Humans can lie, but he knows that this one isn't. Not about this.
"Then a bargain has been made." Daeshim voices the words quietly. "I promise the same."
“What about them?” Lennon says softly. He leans in and kisses him again
before he can answer. But it’s a fair trade he’s just insecure. And he’s
never been chosen by anyone not even his own family.
What about them? He wants to echo it back, but Lennon kisses him before he can. He still cares deeply for Jasper and Baein, even if they're not the Jasper and Baein that he knew and loved. He'll never turn his back on them. He also knows that Lennon has something with Jasper, and Baein is able to feed from him too. These are things that Deashim won't ask him to change, doesn't want them changed.
He doesn't know what the future holds for all of them. Things are complicated in their own ways, but with Lennon it's simple. With him, it's not what could be, it's what already is. He tries to put all of this into his kiss, not breaking it and not hesitating to deepen it.
Lennon decides that he doesn’t need an answer. He just needs Daeshim. He
can’t erase his insecurities, the feelings that he’s not really worth it,
that Daeshim will change his mind and regret it all. He’s terrified of it
but it’s a whisper now instead of an overwhelming roar. He feels safe and
loved as the other kisses him.
Lennon starts undressing himself, breaking the kiss only long enough to get
his shirt over his head before urgently returning to it. His pants and
underwear are quickly tossed aside after shoes and socks had been kicked
off. He presses their bodies flush, thighs on either side of the others
hips.
“I love you,” Lennon whispers, his lips still touching Daeshim’s the words
terrify him to say out loud and his hands are curled on the soft surface
beneath their bodies.
He watches Lennon as he gets undressed piece by piece, his admiration innocent but also not. Daeshim thinks that he's beautiful, maybe not quite in the same way that someone thinks a sculpture of work of art is beautiful. Those things might be beautiful, but they're also cold and lifeless. Lennon is far from those things.
It's also not innocent, because Deashim appreciates the parts of him that bring him pleasure in a special way - his mouth, his fingers...the Fae's eyes drag lower down his body until they stop and he feels a flush of warmth in his face. It spreads throughout his body when they're pressed together, but it also feels like how they should be right now: close, with nothing between them.
He smiles and looks into the human's eyes after he says those words, but it's not too long before he's claiming another kiss. There's a fondness in his expression, something to acknowledge that this is a first between them. But it's also natural, as if the confession has passed between them many times. In its own way, it has.
"I also love you." Daeshim reaches for one of those hands, kissing his fingers until they relax and he can slot his own between them. "You are precious to me."
Lennon needs the physical connection to go along with the emotional one. The physical touch grounds him. He kisses him with no small amount of need or greed. He looks at Daeshim, his eyes a bit wide and he tries to relax as the other's lips press to his fingers. He squeezes when they finally do slot their fingers together.
"Dae," he all but whimpers, pressing in close, burying his face into the crook of the other's neck, once again at the place where that flower is.
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so, what boundaries do you want~?
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on fridays you are mine alone. no one else can have you.
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I can do that. Anything else?
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not every morning but most mornings can you be beside me when I wake up?
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[even if there was someone else on his other side. he loves being a fae sandwich.]
just before dawn is the best for cuddling.
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Do you know what it means when I say you’re mine?
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when you say that i'm yours. when you say that i have your whole heart or that sex only means something with me.
i know when you look at me too. i know what it all means.
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thank you, dae.
I really want to be with you right now.
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[he'll leave a little vine trail for lennon to follow. a short chase, a short game to one of the birthday tents that he left up.]
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Lennon rolls his eyes but he smiles and tucks the communicator away before he finds the vine trail. It’s cute, and makes him feel warm and fuzzy as he seeks out Daeshim — finding him at one of the tents that still left from the party.
He picks up his pace to get there faster, very intent on finding his fae and getting his hands and lips on him.
i posted to the wrong response, whoops!
So he comes alone. Maybe that's why he's naked, who knows.
Re: i posted to the wrong response, whoops!
Lennon doesn’t mind being outside. Especially with Daeshim. It’s a nice day too and so it extra doesn’t bother him.
He finds the naked fae in the tent and all but pounces him, giving him a kiss in way of greeting.
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"Maybe this game isn't so bad." The one where they try to find each other.
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Lennon smiles, nuzzling his nose against Daeshim’s cheek. He glances at the vines with a raised brow and reaches to touch one of the blooms before touching Daeshim’s neck softly. He drops his head, burying his face against it for a moment, inhaling and then kissing the spot.
“When it’s like this it’s good,” he hums, nipping at a sensitive spot on the others throat. Ever careful with his fangs, though.
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"You are the first person who ever loved me first." Even if Lennon doesn't say the words, he knows. And it feels significant. "It's...meaningful."
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Lennon licks and nibbles softly, knowing there will be a mark in his wake. He keeps his head down as the other talks, kissing over his skin, feeling his pile racing.
“You’re the only one,” Lennon says quietly. “That I love,” he struggles with that word and it’s not even the phrase he knows he needs to say eventually… but that Daeshim has understood him without him saying it means more than words could ever say.
“And I’ll always choose you first.”
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"Then a bargain has been made." Daeshim voices the words quietly. "I promise the same."
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Lennon’s brow furrows and he pulls back to look at him.
“Are you sure you mean that?”
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Daeshim looks up at him unblinkingly, his voice firm and certain.
"It is a fair trade, isn't it?"
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“What about them?” Lennon says softly. He leans in and kisses him again before he can answer. But it’s a fair trade he’s just insecure. And he’s never been chosen by anyone not even his own family.
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He doesn't know what the future holds for all of them. Things are complicated in their own ways, but with Lennon it's simple. With him, it's not what could be, it's what already is. He tries to put all of this into his kiss, not breaking it and not hesitating to deepen it.
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Lennon decides that he doesn’t need an answer. He just needs Daeshim. He can’t erase his insecurities, the feelings that he’s not really worth it, that Daeshim will change his mind and regret it all. He’s terrified of it but it’s a whisper now instead of an overwhelming roar. He feels safe and loved as the other kisses him.
Lennon starts undressing himself, breaking the kiss only long enough to get his shirt over his head before urgently returning to it. His pants and underwear are quickly tossed aside after shoes and socks had been kicked off. He presses their bodies flush, thighs on either side of the others hips.
“I love you,” Lennon whispers, his lips still touching Daeshim’s the words terrify him to say out loud and his hands are curled on the soft surface beneath their bodies.
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It's also not innocent, because Deashim appreciates the parts of him that bring him pleasure in a special way - his mouth, his fingers...the Fae's eyes drag lower down his body until they stop and he feels a flush of warmth in his face. It spreads throughout his body when they're pressed together, but it also feels like how they should be right now: close, with nothing between them.
He smiles and looks into the human's eyes after he says those words, but it's not too long before he's claiming another kiss. There's a fondness in his expression, something to acknowledge that this is a first between them. But it's also natural, as if the confession has passed between them many times. In its own way, it has.
"I also love you." Daeshim reaches for one of those hands, kissing his fingers until they relax and he can slot his own between them. "You are precious to me."
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"Dae," he all but whimpers, pressing in close, burying his face into the crook of the other's neck, once again at the place where that flower is.
"I want you, all of you."
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