Lennon rolls his eyes and he's about to say something snarky when the other's hand moved to his tail. He sucks in a breath, trying to shift away, his tail flicking more.
It's not strange, right? He already knows how Dae feels about his non-human additions. The ears and the tail and the little fangs are all fine with him. He even likes them.
So if he's playing with Lennon's tail and stroking it a certain way that the other just happens to like, it's just a coincidence.
It's like a game now, and Daeshim even smiles as he chases after it.
"Why are you pretending that you don't like it!" He says it confidently, not a question. He knows. "Is there anything you need to hide from me? After I've seen and touched and tasted so much of you?"
Lennon whines softly as the other goes after the tail, and he shivers. He looks at him, the tail flicking. He knows there's no hiding now that the other had actually had a hold of him when the fucked earlier... when Daeshim so thoroughly claimed him, really.
"It's embarrassing, Dae," he can't help it. He still has trouble accepting the changes to his body that he couldn't control but he also can't deny how good them being touched feels and it's not always sexual but... he can hardly be blamed that he's getting a little turned on with the game they play.
He rolls onto his back trying to trap his tail beneath his body so the other can't keep hold of it.
He's still giggling, but at least he gives up when the other rolls completely on his back.
"You are adorable." Being embarrassed over what Dae sees as such a simple thing. The Fae rests his check against his pillow and just smiles at him. "I will never let you forget it, either."
Lennon can't help smiling as he looks at the other and eventually he rolls onto his side and drapes one leg over him and crosses his arms on Daeshim's chest, chin resting on top of them as he looks at him.
Daeshim has a hard time believing that. He knows what he'd see if there was a mirror right in front of his face: a grumpy looking face, a rabbit's teeth, hair that goes this way and that. No one would ever want to watch him the way they watched Lennon. No one would ever pay to see him dance.
"Every way," Lennon says softly, tilting his head as he looks at the other. "You're perfect in every way for me. Your eyes, your smile, your voice, your laugh, the way your hair is always messy and how you laugh at weird times."
Oh. Daeshim looks away, because it's suddenly a little harder to maintain this eye contact. His entire face feels hot, and he actually lifts a hand to his face like he can rub the heat away. A part of him wants to hide under the covers, though Daeshim doesn't understand why.
There's a huge part of Lennon that's eager to submit currently but there's something about this moment... He leans in, pulling the other's hand away from his face and pressing it to the bed. He rolls over him, leg nudging between the other's thigh as he kisses over his face, his cheeks, his nose.
"I can't even begin to count the ways," he murmurs, nipping at the other's lip.
There'd be more resistance against anyone else. But Lennon is his mate, and this is part of what that means. He's allowed what others aren't.
And maybe he can also sense that this is what Daeshim needs at that moment, something he hadn't even realized himself. Not until he rolled him over and started kissing him, drawing soft sounds from the fae with every touch of his lips.
"Okay..." Lennon knows how he is, that he's more enthusiastic about the idea than his simple response and soft voice would lead most to believe. The truth is in his eyes, which are dark and fixed on the other's face. It's in the slight trembling of his body, and the way he physically arches towards him. "You can do it, any way you want to."
Lennon smiles and feels something unclench in his chest. Maybe Daeshim needs this but something in Lennon needs it too. he presses his thigh against the other's groin, grinding against him lightly as he kisses him again. He can see the other wants him.
He reaches for the lube. Lennon might be stretched out and messy but Daeshim isn't. He feels impatient as he coats his fingers, letting it warm a little before his hand slips between the other's legs, shifting his own thigh out of the way to do so. He rubs the pad of his thumb against the entrance.
"I'm yours," Lennon whispers softly, waiting until it seems like the other's entrance was more pliant, letting the tip of his thumb slip inside before he pulled it back and slid his middle finger in instead. His tail is flicking behind him and he can almost ignore it as he focuses on stretching the other.
Daeshim isn't loud, but every sound that he makes is honest, whimpers and soft moans breaking free as Lennon's thigh grinds against him. He grinds back, but not too eagerly. He's letting Lennon lead them and dictate the pace. He just slides his free hand along his body, down his side and to his hip.
He lifts his hips for him, saying his name quietly as he watches his human's face. He's focused but eager, Daeshim can see it in his expression and the movement of his tail, and it brings out one of those oddly timed laughs that he says he loves.
"I'm also yours. It's a fair deal." Daeshim barely gets the words out before he moans and tightens around his finger. He'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have something inside him, but Lennon will surely remind him well. "Is it easier if I - mm - roll over?"
The fact that Daeshim is moving with him, gives him permission to do all of this. He's not being rebellious, he's still submitting to him in a way. The pain from the heat is quelled by their closeness. One of his sable ears twitch at the laugh, looking confused and he does love those random laughs but they do make him wander, sometimes worry him.
"What's funny?"
Lennon murmured it as his finger is encased in the tight heat of the other's body and he moans softly. He's only used a toy on Daeshim before...and his fingers...
"Is that what you want?" Lennon asks, rocking his finger inside of the other and he wants to press a second finger in but he doesn't want to rush Daeshim either. He wants to make him feel good, appreciated.
"You seem to be taking this very seriously." And that's a little funny to him. Lennon has always been pretty relaxed when it comes to sex, but right now he's like a man on a mission. Daeshim sighs, eyelids growing heavier as he looks at his face.
"I...don't really know what I want."
The answer finally comes after enough thought that Lennon might've assumed that he wasn't going to. Daeshim's a little embarrassed by it, but arousal is just as responsible for bringing the color to the surface of his skin. He moans and shifts his hips, looser around the human's finger and already wanting more.
"I haven't done this very much. But I know you'll feel good no matter what." Just being with him like this, in their own little world, creating their own secrets...it feels amazing. That's more than enough to make Daeshim want more of him. He asks for it in a whimper. "More...."
Lennon hasn't topped very often. It's usually not what people want from him and honestly, it's usually not what he tends to want either. Sometimes, it's right, though. Right now, it felt... right. He knows he wants it and he knows Daeshim wants it but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have a little performance anxiety. He doesn't really want to admit it so for a moment he stays quiet, letting Daeshime answer and tilting his head, watching him carefully.
He's... so perfect.
There's a moment when Lennon can sense that the other is ready for more, wants moreand then it's confirmed by the soft words. He gently presses in a second finger, working him open with a scissoring motion, his thumb tracing the other's rim as his fingers work into him.
"I don't do this a lot either," Lennon admits, his ears laying a bit flat for a brief moment and he really wishes he had better control of those things and that infernal tail. "And I just.. want you to feel good." Lennon cares about sex when it comes to Daeshim. It's not just something to do. Especially not something like this. It matters. So it matters that it's good, that he does good enough.
"I'm glad." He can't explain why. But it definitely doesn't bother him that he has a little less experience in this. He's confident that Lennon will be nothing less than perfect too. The sounds that he makes literally speak for themselves, whimpers and moans that fill the space between them. But Daeshim still thinks to lift his hand and stroke his fingers against one of those ears.
"If I come, you'll still...won't you?"
Not that Daeshim really thinks that he'll come right away. But he is panting, twisting as the other fucks him with his fingers. Maybe people actually would pay to see him like this. He's receptive to everything that's done to him, holds nothing back, but there's still something bashful about the way he looks up at him.
Lennon blinks in surprise at the other's comment. He tilts his head and smiles after a second. "I can promise to only do this with you and no one else, if you want," he says softly. He presses his lips to the other's in a quick kiss, and his head tilts at the stroke to the ear, trying to suppress a shiver. He presses his fingers in a bit harder, deeper in response.
"I will," Lennon says, grinning and he curls his fingers slightly, searching for the right spot as he lets his nose brush against his cheek.
"You don't want another finger?"
He can't help but worry, what if he hurts him? Daeshim doesn't like pain the way Lennon does. He knows that.
His breath catches at that offer. He's not sure if that's what is making words difficult or if it's something else, some emotion taking him by surprise. He just ends up nodding. He likes that. It's what he wants.
"Okay." His voice does unlock again after the kiss. He slides his hand down, fingers combing through Lennon's hair, afraid that he might accidentally forget himself and squeeze his ear too hard. He whines, an impatient high-pitched sound while his legs go around him to echo that desire. But maybe he's right. Daeshim isn't good at hiding things, and he doesn't want to make this bad for Lennon either.
"One...one more." He really might come, and he's slightly worried about that. But Lennon already promised that that wouldn't be the end of it.
Lennon isn't sure how Daeshim's going to react to that but it's with some relief to find that he agrees to that offer. He means it completely. This... can be just theirs too. His ears relax when the other's hand moves, and it feels almost as good in his hair honestly. He definitely would not be upset if the other came right now. He could make him come again, and again. The other almost always made him come more than once one way or another.
His length aches at the sounds his fae is making beneath him, and after hearing that he's all too eager to nod and add a third. He doesn't shy away from teasing the bundle of nerves, wanting more of those noises, wanting to feel him tighten around his fingers.
If Daeshim hasn't caught on that Lennon is trying to make him come...
He actually hasn't caught on, so the next minutes consist of Daeshim trying to hold back, trembling at the very edge before he manages to catch his breath and back away from it. But Lennon is relentless against his prostate, opening him up so perfectly, and all he can do is twist and moan his name until-
Daeshim blinks a few times, taking a couple of deep breaths as he looks down at Lennon, and then looks down at himself.
"Mmm...now it must happen at least twice more." You know how he is about even numbers. But he can't hide his smile, because it's not exactly a hardship, now is it. "This should do the trick." He reaches down, trailing his fingers undernearth the head of Lennon's cock, curling them like he's petting a cat.
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"You didn't want me to move in with you at first! I remember!"
Maybe because Daeshim just decided to do it on his own.
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That's his story and he's sticking to it. Daeshim smiles to himself, sliding his hand slowly down the other's tail. He knows now. He knows.
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"Dae..."
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It's not strange, right? He already knows how Dae feels about his non-human additions. The ears and the tail and the little fangs are all fine with him. He even likes them.
So if he's playing with Lennon's tail and stroking it a certain way that the other just happens to like, it's just a coincidence.
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Wiggling he tries to roll over so his tail slips from the other's grip -- at least that's his plan.
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"Why are you pretending that you don't like it!" He says it confidently, not a question. He knows. "Is there anything you need to hide from me? After I've seen and touched and tasted so much of you?"
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"It's embarrassing, Dae," he can't help it. He still has trouble accepting the changes to his body that he couldn't control but he also can't deny how good them being touched feels and it's not always sexual but... he can hardly be blamed that he's getting a little turned on with the game they play.
He rolls onto his back trying to trap his tail beneath his body so the other can't keep hold of it.
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"You are adorable." Being embarrassed over what Dae sees as such a simple thing. The Fae rests his check against his pillow and just smiles at him. "I will never let you forget it, either."
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"You're...way more adorable than me."
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Daeshim has a hard time believing that. He knows what he'd see if there was a mirror right in front of his face: a grumpy looking face, a rabbit's teeth, hair that goes this way and that. No one would ever want to watch him the way they watched Lennon. No one would ever pay to see him dance.
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"That...that is a lot of ways."
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"I can't even begin to count the ways," he murmurs, nipping at the other's lip.
"Can I fuck you?" he says quietly. "Please?"
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And maybe he can also sense that this is what Daeshim needs at that moment, something he hadn't even realized himself. Not until he rolled him over and started kissing him, drawing soft sounds from the fae with every touch of his lips.
"Okay..." Lennon knows how he is, that he's more enthusiastic about the idea than his simple response and soft voice would lead most to believe. The truth is in his eyes, which are dark and fixed on the other's face. It's in the slight trembling of his body, and the way he physically arches towards him. "You can do it, any way you want to."
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He reaches for the lube. Lennon might be stretched out and messy but Daeshim isn't. He feels impatient as he coats his fingers, letting it warm a little before his hand slips between the other's legs, shifting his own thigh out of the way to do so. He rubs the pad of his thumb against the entrance.
"I'm yours," Lennon whispers softly, waiting until it seems like the other's entrance was more pliant, letting the tip of his thumb slip inside before he pulled it back and slid his middle finger in instead. His tail is flicking behind him and he can almost ignore it as he focuses on stretching the other.
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He lifts his hips for him, saying his name quietly as he watches his human's face. He's focused but eager, Daeshim can see it in his expression and the movement of his tail, and it brings out one of those oddly timed laughs that he says he loves.
"I'm also yours. It's a fair deal." Daeshim barely gets the words out before he moans and tightens around his finger. He'd almost forgotten how good it feels to have something inside him, but Lennon will surely remind him well. "Is it easier if I - mm - roll over?"
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"What's funny?"
Lennon murmured it as his finger is encased in the tight heat of the other's body and he moans softly. He's only used a toy on Daeshim before...and his fingers...
"Is that what you want?" Lennon asks, rocking his finger inside of the other and he wants to press a second finger in but he doesn't want to rush Daeshim either. He wants to make him feel good, appreciated.
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"I...don't really know what I want."
The answer finally comes after enough thought that Lennon might've assumed that he wasn't going to. Daeshim's a little embarrassed by it, but arousal is just as responsible for bringing the color to the surface of his skin. He moans and shifts his hips, looser around the human's finger and already wanting more.
"I haven't done this very much. But I know you'll feel good no matter what." Just being with him like this, in their own little world, creating their own secrets...it feels amazing. That's more than enough to make Daeshim want more of him. He asks for it in a whimper. "More...."
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He's... so perfect.
There's a moment when Lennon can sense that the other is ready for more, wants moreand then it's confirmed by the soft words. He gently presses in a second finger, working him open with a scissoring motion, his thumb tracing the other's rim as his fingers work into him.
"I don't do this a lot either," Lennon admits, his ears laying a bit flat for a brief moment and he really wishes he had better control of those things and that infernal tail. "And I just.. want you to feel good." Lennon cares about sex when it comes to Daeshim. It's not just something to do. Especially not something like this. It matters. So it matters that it's good, that he does good enough.
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"If I come, you'll still...won't you?"
Not that Daeshim really thinks that he'll come right away. But he is panting, twisting as the other fucks him with his fingers. Maybe people actually would pay to see him like this. He's receptive to everything that's done to him, holds nothing back, but there's still something bashful about the way he looks up at him.
"Now? I can take it."
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"I will," Lennon says, grinning and he curls his fingers slightly, searching for the right spot as he lets his nose brush against his cheek.
"You don't want another finger?"
He can't help but worry, what if he hurts him? Daeshim doesn't like pain the way Lennon does. He knows that.
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"Okay." His voice does unlock again after the kiss. He slides his hand down, fingers combing through Lennon's hair, afraid that he might accidentally forget himself and squeeze his ear too hard. He whines, an impatient high-pitched sound while his legs go around him to echo that desire. But maybe he's right. Daeshim isn't good at hiding things, and he doesn't want to make this bad for Lennon either.
"One...one more." He really might come, and he's slightly worried about that. But Lennon already promised that that wouldn't be the end of it.
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His length aches at the sounds his fae is making beneath him, and after hearing that he's all too eager to nod and add a third. He doesn't shy away from teasing the bundle of nerves, wanting more of those noises, wanting to feel him tighten around his fingers.
If Daeshim hasn't caught on that Lennon is trying to make him come...
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Daeshim blinks a few times, taking a couple of deep breaths as he looks down at Lennon, and then looks down at himself.
"Mmm...now it must happen at least twice more." You know how he is about even numbers. But he can't hide his smile, because it's not exactly a hardship, now is it. "This should do the trick." He reaches down, trailing his fingers undernearth the head of Lennon's cock, curling them like he's petting a cat.
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