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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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.