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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"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.