If it was any other Fae, Lennon might soon be a toy or a servant, taken from everything that he knows, losing most of his self to fairy wine. Daeshim has no desire to be cruel to him, so in that sense in really is harmless.

But the human is still about to have his hands full.

He's getting the hang of it now, parting his lips to taste him. It's still exhilarating, like jumping into a cold pond on a hot summer day. He doesn't think it'll ever stop feeling that way. Daeshim presses into the kiss, cupping Lennon's face on both sides like he thinks he'll suddenly pull it away from him.