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.
"Hm?" Daeshim sighs at the shortened version of his name, eyelids heavy and then closing as Lennon nuzzles that spot. His spot. He lifts one of his hand to lazily comb his fingers through the other's hair.
"Okay." Hopefully Lennon knows by now, has heard Daeshim's simple responses enough to understand that as anti-climactic as they sound, it's only because they're pure. He wants what Lennon wants. He'll willingly give it.
Lennon doesn't need more than that. He understands his fae a lot better than he used to. There's plenty of times where he doesn't, and he knows he won't always understand everything but... he can accept it. He presses soft kisses to the other's neck and then along his jaw and back to his lips.
"I want your body, your magic, everything," he murmurs against his lips, the hand not entertwined in the others slides over his chest as he rocks his hips once against the other's. Then he pulls him with him as he rolls onto his back, wrapping his legs around his hips for the moment to keep them pressed close together though he knows Daeshim doesn't want to put any distance between them anyway.
"It is a good thing that you want everything." He wouldn't be very good at giving him less. Daeshim practically giggles before it turns into a pleased little hum at the intimate contact between them. He rocks his hips up to meet him before he's rolled on top of him. The other would be correct about not wanting any space between them either, though the Fae does push the upper half of his body up enough to look down at him.
"These are healed, right?" He asks softly, glancing down at Lennon's newest piercings. The fae lowers himself to start kissing down his neck, and then a line across his shoulder while his hand slides down to gently stroke one nipple.
"Mm," Lennon agrees, and he likes... how easily Daeshim laughs and how he slips from that to other sounds that stir his desires all the more. He bites his own lip briefly as he looks up at him.
"they are," he says. He's played around with them himself to make sure, to check and see if they'd bleed if tugged and so forth. His eyes close as his hand pushes into the other's messy hair letting himself immerse fully in the pleasure of the kisses moving on his neck... and lower to his shoulder and he wants to pull his head down to guide his mouth but he forces himself to be patient.
Lips part in a soft gasp at the gentle touch. It feels so good, his nipples are even more sensitive to his touch. "Dae..."
He won't get too rough, not yet. It's all experimental at first, Daeshim toying with them until Lennon gasps his name just the way that he likes. The Fae smiles at that, one of his slightly wicked mischievous smiles.
He soon scoots down a little more, bending his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue across the little nub, and then licks it a little more broadly, tasting silver.
It turns out he didn't need to push, Daeshim moves before too long. His nipple had tightened into a taut nub. He tightens his fingers in his hair when the other's tongue teases him, arching against Daeshim. He rolls his hips up against him.
Lennon lets his head drop back and a sigh of pleasure to escape him.
Daeshim hums, pleased with himself as he lavishes more attention on it until Lennon writhes some more. He moves to the other nipple then, still rolling the other one under his fingers and feeling the way it makes the other's cock harden against him.
He doesn't even have to think about the vines now. They grow as an extension of Daeshim, as involuntary as the soft sound that escapes his lips as he moves down. He wants to hear more encouragement, wants to hear his name break on Lennon's tongue when he's making him feel good. He holds him by the base, giving his erection a broad lick all the way to the head while looking up at him.
"You're really beautiful like this."
Arched and flushed beneath him like some kind of a sacrifice.
Lennon doesn't hold back the sounds of pleasure as the other gives both nipples attention. He arches again and he's lost in the sensation. He'd been craving the other's mouth on his piercings since he'd got them and the wait for them to heal had been nothing but torture to him.
There's a low whine when the warm mouth leaves his nipple and where the skin is wet with saliva the air feels even colder and has him shivering. It feels good. How does Daeshim make him feel this good? He watches him, eyes barely open as the other moves down his body.
"Dae," he moans, whimpering after as his hips jerk up at the lick. He's allowed himself to give in completely to the pleasure, to Daeshim and he's barely thinking anything at all. He reaches out to try and tug the other's head to encourage him to give his cock more attention.
Why. Why is he giggling when Lennon pleads with him, when there are fingers curled into his hair and pulling him exactly where the other wants him to go. But Daeshim resists, because he's done something that many of Lennon's lovers probably haven't.
He's learned him. He knows some of the things that he likes now, so when Daeshim's mouth does return to something, it's not the other's cock, but one of his own thick vines. The Fae watches his expression through heavy-lidded eyes as he does things to it that Lennon wants him to be doing to him instead, sliding his lips over and around it and taking it in deep.
But his Seelie blood won't let him tease forever. Daeshim will eventually let him pass through already swollen lips...but only when the vine is slick enough with his saliva to enter Lennon at the same time.
Lennon would have never imagined what happens next -- or maybe imagined it, sure, but never thought it would be something that would cross his Fae's mind. He whimpers, frustrated when Daeshim doesn't come back to his cock. He'd been so focused on his own body he hadn't been fully aware of the vines -- vines that he had become comfortable with, they're a part of Daeshim and so they're his just like Daeshim is.
But... his lips part as he stares when the other's mouth moves on to the thick vine, eyes wide.
"Dae," he moans, the sight intoxicating and he hasn't even put two and two together of what the other is planning exactly. His fingers twist in his messy hair. "That's..." he bites his lip and pushes back down the urge to make a few impatient demands.
The sight of it suggests that Daeshim is perfectly capable of taking him deeper than he normally does. It's a promise of things to look forward to. The Fae is still just learning, still warming up.
"That's what?" He's panting softly by the time the vine disappears, though Lennon will soon feel the wet tip of it testing him, pushing into his body while Dae allows himself to be tugged up by the hair. He's watching Lennon closely, for his own pleasure but also to make sure this is okay. One hand wraps around the human's cock in the meantime, jerking him lazily while the vine starts shallowly fucking him.
"It's even better than the toys, when you think about it. I can still feel it."
Lennon is maybe a little in awe and also more turned on as he watches. His
eyes widen when the vine disappears, starting to say something and then
making a surprised noise when he feels. His head falls back as his
eyes close with a soft moan. It’s not just the vine pressing in but the
sound of the others voice… the words, the way his hand moves to his cock
and Lennon tugs on his hair more.
“That’s really hot,” he manages, seeing Daeshim’s mouth on the vine and now
that same vine inside of him.
Daeshim smiles as Lennon arches underneath him. He can't resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his exposed throat either, while his hand keeps up a steady but slow stroke. And the vine moves in and out of him at a similar pace.
"Not as well, but well enough. Can feel the way you clench around it, because it's different, but you like it too. You want it deeper. Thicker."
The Fae leans forward, folding his arms across the other's chest with his lips in a soft pout.
"I almost feel like I'm not enough for you." A peculiar light comes into Dae's eyes with his next words. "Guess it's a good thing I can do this."
Suddenly the length and girth of the vine is more.
"But you must tell me if it's too much. I don't want to break what's mine."
Lennon finally loosens his grip a little, carding his fingers through the
messy locks as he enjoys the kiss as much as he’s enjoying everything else.
It feels so good, his hips rocking, his free hand reaching to stroke along
Daeshim’s side, wanting more contact. There’s never enough, but it’s
because he craves him so much.
There’s no denying that he wants it deeper, thicker. Daeshim can read him,
can read his body, can feel the way his body takes the vine so greedily.
But isn’t he just as greedy with the others cock? Pre come is already
welling at his tip and Lennon tugs the others hair when he sees that pout.
He starts to protest. Of course, Daeshim is enough for him.
“Dae..-!” Is all he manages to get out before he feels the vine get bigger
inside of him — longer… thicker and Lennon arches. “Dae…” he moans, because
he definitely likes this. He likes it a lot.
“It’s not too much. I’ll tell you if it is,” he adds, his thoughts
disconnected a bit. “Dae, you’re the only one I need,” he tells him. And
it’s true. Sure, there’s things he wants, things that he craves but at the
end of it all he needs Daeshim because Daeshim loves him and makes
him safe, accepts him. Lennon doesn’t have to worry he won’t be enough for
Daeshim — even if he does still in fact worry.
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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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"Okay." Hopefully Lennon knows by now, has heard Daeshim's simple responses enough to understand that as anti-climactic as they sound, it's only because they're pure. He wants what Lennon wants. He'll willingly give it.
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"I want your body, your magic, everything," he murmurs against his lips, the hand not entertwined in the others slides over his chest as he rocks his hips once against the other's. Then he pulls him with him as he rolls onto his back, wrapping his legs around his hips for the moment to keep them pressed close together though he knows Daeshim doesn't want to put any distance between them anyway.
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"These are healed, right?" He asks softly, glancing down at Lennon's newest piercings. The fae lowers himself to start kissing down his neck, and then a line across his shoulder while his hand slides down to gently stroke one nipple.
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"they are," he says. He's played around with them himself to make sure, to check and see if they'd bleed if tugged and so forth. His eyes close as his hand pushes into the other's messy hair letting himself immerse fully in the pleasure of the kisses moving on his neck... and lower to his shoulder and he wants to pull his head down to guide his mouth but he forces himself to be patient.
Lips part in a soft gasp at the gentle touch. It feels so good, his nipples are even more sensitive to his touch. "Dae..."
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He soon scoots down a little more, bending his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue across the little nub, and then licks it a little more broadly, tasting silver.
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Lennon lets his head drop back and a sigh of pleasure to escape him.
"Feels so good," he encourages.
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He doesn't even have to think about the vines now. They grow as an extension of Daeshim, as involuntary as the soft sound that escapes his lips as he moves down. He wants to hear more encouragement, wants to hear his name break on Lennon's tongue when he's making him feel good. He holds him by the base, giving his erection a broad lick all the way to the head while looking up at him.
"You're really beautiful like this."
Arched and flushed beneath him like some kind of a sacrifice.
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There's a low whine when the warm mouth leaves his nipple and where the skin is wet with saliva the air feels even colder and has him shivering. It feels good. How does Daeshim make him feel this good? He watches him, eyes barely open as the other moves down his body.
"Dae," he moans, whimpering after as his hips jerk up at the lick. He's allowed himself to give in completely to the pleasure, to Daeshim and he's barely thinking anything at all. He reaches out to try and tug the other's head to encourage him to give his cock more attention.
"Please."
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He's learned him. He knows some of the things that he likes now, so when Daeshim's mouth does return to something, it's not the other's cock, but one of his own thick vines. The Fae watches his expression through heavy-lidded eyes as he does things to it that Lennon wants him to be doing to him instead, sliding his lips over and around it and taking it in deep.
But his Seelie blood won't let him tease forever. Daeshim will eventually let him pass through already swollen lips...but only when the vine is slick enough with his saliva to enter Lennon at the same time.
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But... his lips part as he stares when the other's mouth moves on to the thick vine, eyes wide.
"Dae," he moans, the sight intoxicating and he hasn't even put two and two together of what the other is planning exactly. His fingers twist in his messy hair. "That's..." he bites his lip and pushes back down the urge to make a few impatient demands.
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"That's what?" He's panting softly by the time the vine disappears, though Lennon will soon feel the wet tip of it testing him, pushing into his body while Dae allows himself to be tugged up by the hair. He's watching Lennon closely, for his own pleasure but also to make sure this is okay. One hand wraps around the human's cock in the meantime, jerking him lazily while the vine starts shallowly fucking him.
"It's even better than the toys, when you think about it. I can still feel it."
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Lennon is maybe a little in awe and also more turned on as he watches. His eyes widen when the vine disappears, starting to say something and then making a surprised noise when he feels. His head falls back as his eyes close with a soft moan. It’s not just the vine pressing in but the sound of the others voice… the words, the way his hand moves to his cock and Lennon tugs on his hair more.
“That’s really hot,” he manages, seeing Daeshim’s mouth on the vine and now that same vine inside of him.
“You can feel it?”
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Daeshim smiles as Lennon arches underneath him. He can't resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his exposed throat either, while his hand keeps up a steady but slow stroke. And the vine moves in and out of him at a similar pace.
"Not as well, but well enough. Can feel the way you clench around it, because it's different, but you like it too. You want it deeper. Thicker."
The Fae leans forward, folding his arms across the other's chest with his lips in a soft pout.
"I almost feel like I'm not enough for you." A peculiar light comes into Dae's eyes with his next words. "Guess it's a good thing I can do this."
Suddenly the length and girth of the vine is more.
"But you must tell me if it's too much. I don't want to break what's mine."
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Lennon finally loosens his grip a little, carding his fingers through the messy locks as he enjoys the kiss as much as he’s enjoying everything else. It feels so good, his hips rocking, his free hand reaching to stroke along Daeshim’s side, wanting more contact. There’s never enough, but it’s because he craves him so much.
There’s no denying that he wants it deeper, thicker. Daeshim can read him, can read his body, can feel the way his body takes the vine so greedily. But isn’t he just as greedy with the others cock? Pre come is already welling at his tip and Lennon tugs the others hair when he sees that pout.
He starts to protest. Of course, Daeshim is enough for him.
“Dae..-!” Is all he manages to get out before he feels the vine get bigger inside of him — longer… thicker and Lennon arches. “Dae…” he moans, because he definitely likes this. He likes it a lot.
“It’s not too much. I’ll tell you if it is,” he adds, his thoughts disconnected a bit. “Dae, you’re the only one I need,” he tells him. And it’s true. Sure, there’s things he wants, things that he craves but at the end of it all he needs Daeshim because Daeshim loves him and makes him safe, accepts him. Lennon doesn’t have to worry he won’t be enough for Daeshim — even if he does still in fact worry.
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