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.
Daeshim pushes himself up a little, wide-eyed and warm-faced. It always...fascinates him to see Lennon like this. There's no other word for it. It's hard to believe he's the cause of it, but the other reminds him with the way he says his name. That makes him smile, because this is also fun. Fun and sacred and just the way it should be.
"Making you come is like the best game ever."
And he'll continue to get better at it. Daeshim kisses a line down the center of his human's body until he reaches his cock again, the taste of pre-come immediately on his tongue as he takes him in deep, as deep as he did the vine earlier, while the vine fucks Lennon even deeper.
Lennon's breath is heavier, hips rocking into the thrust of the vine inside of him. It feels good, weird, in a way... he can't get over what it is...and the fact that Daeshim can feel it. He laughs, shaking his head. "You always win, don't you," he teases him. Really they both win, he thinks.
He's torn between pulling the purple head back up so he can steal kisses and letting him move down his body again, knowing exactly where he's going. The latter wins for now... kisses could come later.
"Fuck," he gasps when the other takes his cock in, eyes widening for a moment before closing as he's surrounded by that warm wet heat and the vine pressing in deeper as Lennon struggles not to buck his hips up.
He does enjoy playing! But it is a win for both of them, leaving Daeshim satisfied in more ways than just the orgasms that Lennon draws from him.
He bobs his head a few times, getting him wet with his spit, the shape and heat of him familiar on Dae's tongue. He takes him all the way to the back of his throat, which is enough to bring tears to his eyes already. But he knows, Daeshim knows that Lennon has taken him even further. So he carefully tries it, pushing past his gag reflex. He can do it too, you know!
He needs to be somewhat aware of his vines though, lest they go too deep. Lennon seems to like them right where they are, so that's where he keeps it, the tip of the vine curling in the way that a way that a cock can't, all to seek out (and light up) a certain bundle of neres.
Lennon curses again and watches as the other takes him in and feels the back of his throat. He can see the tears at the corners of his eyes and he feels his stomach twist. It feels good but... His hand strokes through the other's hair, gently trying to guide him to not push himself so much. But... fuck it feels good and his fingers end up just twisting on the messy locks again.
He's impressed with Daeshim...how well he takes him in his mouth. He hasn't done it like that before and it drives him crazy to see him working on his cock, even as the vine is working inside of him. He whimpers softly, feeling it move inside of him, the way it can move, change and then press just right.
Lennon's thighs tremble because the moment the other's vine finds the spot he has force himself to remember not to buck his hips, not to choke Daeshim.
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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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"Making you come is like the best game ever."
And he'll continue to get better at it. Daeshim kisses a line down the center of his human's body until he reaches his cock again, the taste of pre-come immediately on his tongue as he takes him in deep, as deep as he did the vine earlier, while the vine fucks Lennon even deeper.
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He's torn between pulling the purple head back up so he can steal kisses and letting him move down his body again, knowing exactly where he's going. The latter wins for now... kisses could come later.
"Fuck," he gasps when the other takes his cock in, eyes widening for a moment before closing as he's surrounded by that warm wet heat and the vine pressing in deeper as Lennon struggles not to buck his hips up.
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He bobs his head a few times, getting him wet with his spit, the shape and heat of him familiar on Dae's tongue. He takes him all the way to the back of his throat, which is enough to bring tears to his eyes already. But he knows, Daeshim knows that Lennon has taken him even further. So he carefully tries it, pushing past his gag reflex. He can do it too, you know!
He needs to be somewhat aware of his vines though, lest they go too deep. Lennon seems to like them right where they are, so that's where he keeps it, the tip of the vine curling in the way that a way that a cock can't, all to seek out (and light up) a certain bundle of neres.
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He's impressed with Daeshim...how well he takes him in his mouth. He hasn't done it like that before and it drives him crazy to see him working on his cock, even as the vine is working inside of him. He whimpers softly, feeling it move inside of him, the way it can move, change and then press just right.
Lennon's thighs tremble because the moment the other's vine finds the spot he has force himself to remember not to buck his hips, not to choke Daeshim.