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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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.