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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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.