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.
Lennon enjoys watching the other trying to hold back and he doesn't encourage him to come. He just lets him struggle to hold back, just continues to work him up until he's pushing him over the edge. He shakes his head slightly at the other's comment and he can't help but smile back.
Lennon strokes his fingers inside of the other a few more times before he slowly pulls them out, reaching for the lube again so he can coat his cock, biting the inside of his cheek his length having jumped some when the other teased it. He doesn't know how long he'll last inside of him. He hopes long enough to make him come again.
"Do you want to do it like this?" Lennon asks him, once his length is coated he gets some more lube and then lazily strokes the other's cock as he raises an eyebrow.
Lennon has undoubtedly gotten used to the way the Fae watches him. Because he watches everything, from the way he strokes the lube over his cock to the way he breathes. But he does look up to his eyes when he speaks.
"Mm."
He nods, not needing to think about it much as he makes room for him and beckons him closer.
"The first time, at least."
Though he wouldn't mind feeling him pressed against his back either.
Lennon looks down at him as he moves over him. He presses a kiss to the other's lips as his hand stays on the other's cock but the other goes to his own as he guides himself to his entrance.
So ready that he can hardly stay still, and worries that Lennon might mistake it for nervousness. It's not. It's just the anticipation of learning something about him that he didn't know before. Daeshim knows that he shouldn't be holding his breath, but he can't help it.
Lennon knows that the other's not nervous, he can tell. Lennon is nervous, though. It's not like this is the first time he's topped someone but it's the first time it's with someone that matters to him, someone that he wants to make sure feels good, that doesn't feel any pain or discomfort because of him.
So, he slowly presses the tip of his cock against his entrance, taking his time in pushing in. He watches Daeshim intently searching for signs of discomfort even if it's hard to focus on anything as that tight heat starts to surround him.
He thought it might be different. He thought that Lennon would be eager to the point of impatience. But he's not. He's careful and slow, and the Fae feels a surge of affection even before the pleasure.
"Oh..."
Daeshim makes a sound in agreement. He feels stretched and full, complete. But it has been awhile, so he takes a moment to just breathe, hands curled around his lover's head and fingers playing with his hair.
"I can feel all of you...every inch. I don't know where I end and you begin."
Another time, there might be impatience, he might go quicker but... Not this time. It's too important to make sure he doesn't hurt Daeshim. His muscles strain with the effort to stay still for a little bit, give the other time to adjust.
"Dae," he breathes and leans to place a few kisses on his lips. "That's how it always feels for me," he whispers. No matter how they fuck, when their bodies intertwine they're one. Sex doesn't always feel like that but with Daeshim... always.
Daeshim exhales the word with a sigh, blinking against the sudden burn in his eyes. He hopes that he always makes him feel this way. Not just the pleasure of it, but the way Lennon is being so careful, so patient...
He loves him. The human might struggle to say the words, but it comes through loud and clear in his actions and in the concerned way that he keeps looking at him, taking care of him even when his body must be urging him to move. The fae cups his face, pulling him down into a kiss that's deeper and wetter...and hungrier.
"I want you." Daeshim whispers as he kisses him again. "Move, please."
"Mhm," Lennon agrees and when the other tells him that he wants him, tells him to move he can't help but give him what he wants and he knows it's not just the effects of what they've been going through either. He wants to make Minho feel good. He wants to give him everything he can.
He kisses him deeply as he does as he's asked, drawing his hips back and starting a slow pace for now, savoring every inch of the way Daeshim's body holds him tight.
Daeshim moans into the kiss, his mouth going slack for a moment so that he can just breathe. It's been a while since he's felt his body stretched open this way. It feels intimate and good, and for a moment he just presses his face against Lennon's neck and focuses on the movement inside of him.
And then his legs go around the other's hips when he's fully adjusted, head falling back against the pillow.
"Lennon..."
He gasps his name, his next kiss messier as he touches himself with one hand between them. The pleasure of it is so good, and he clenches tightly around the human's cock like he's still milking him for more.
Daeshim’s body feels so good beneath his own. He moans softly as he rocks his hips forward, fucking him slow still, the press of his face against his neck and that warm breath there. One hand caresses along his side to grip his hip. When he shifts and his head moves, lennon looks down at him exhaling shakily at the sound of his name, the way he says it… It’s different.
He digs his fingers into his hip as he kisses him back. He tries to keep the slow pace but the clenching… He groans against Daeshim’s mouth and his hips jerk forward sharply starting to thrust more steadily.
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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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Lennon strokes his fingers inside of the other a few more times before he slowly pulls them out, reaching for the lube again so he can coat his cock, biting the inside of his cheek his length having jumped some when the other teased it. He doesn't know how long he'll last inside of him. He hopes long enough to make him come again.
"Do you want to do it like this?" Lennon asks him, once his length is coated he gets some more lube and then lazily strokes the other's cock as he raises an eyebrow.
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"Mm."
He nods, not needing to think about it much as he makes room for him and beckons him closer.
"The first time, at least."
Though he wouldn't mind feeling him pressed against his back either.
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"Ready?" he murmurs against his lips.
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So ready that he can hardly stay still, and worries that Lennon might mistake it for nervousness. It's not. It's just the anticipation of learning something about him that he didn't know before. Daeshim knows that he shouldn't be holding his breath, but he can't help it.
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So, he slowly presses the tip of his cock against his entrance, taking his time in pushing in. He watches Daeshim intently searching for signs of discomfort even if it's hard to focus on anything as that tight heat starts to surround him.
"Fuck," he groans quietly.
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"Oh..."
Daeshim makes a sound in agreement. He feels stretched and full, complete. But it has been awhile, so he takes a moment to just breathe, hands curled around his lover's head and fingers playing with his hair.
"I can feel all of you...every inch. I don't know where I end and you begin."
And that's how it should be.
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"Dae," he breathes and leans to place a few kisses on his lips. "That's how it always feels for me," he whispers. No matter how they fuck, when their bodies intertwine they're one. Sex doesn't always feel like that but with Daeshim... always.
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Daeshim exhales the word with a sigh, blinking against the sudden burn in his eyes. He hopes that he always makes him feel this way. Not just the pleasure of it, but the way Lennon is being so careful, so patient...
He loves him. The human might struggle to say the words, but it comes through loud and clear in his actions and in the concerned way that he keeps looking at him, taking care of him even when his body must be urging him to move. The fae cups his face, pulling him down into a kiss that's deeper and wetter...and hungrier.
"I want you." Daeshim whispers as he kisses him again. "Move, please."
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He kisses him deeply as he does as he's asked, drawing his hips back and starting a slow pace for now, savoring every inch of the way Daeshim's body holds him tight.
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And then his legs go around the other's hips when he's fully adjusted, head falling back against the pillow.
"Lennon..."
He gasps his name, his next kiss messier as he touches himself with one hand between them. The pleasure of it is so good, and he clenches tightly around the human's cock like he's still milking him for more.
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He digs his fingers into his hip as he kisses him back. He tries to keep the slow pace but the clenching… He groans against Daeshim’s mouth and his hips jerk forward sharply starting to thrust more steadily.