Lennon rolls his eyes, not having any clue about the gravity of his off handed comment. He shifts leaning back more on the bed, drawing the other's head down to kiss him again. The other's eyes became a bit unsettling but he dismisses it. He doesn't think much of the words mostly because he doesn't really know that much about fae and magic.
He thinks Daeshim is rather strange but harmless.
"Mhm," he hums, drawing him into another kiss, lips parting to press to deepen it right away this time.
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.
Lennon doesn’t pull away from Daeshim suddenly. He kisses him, enjoying the
others eagerness for it and thinking maybe it’s been a really long time if
ever since someone kissed him that way. He does however slowly pull from
the kisses, licking and nipping at Daeshim’s lips as he does. His hands
drag down the others front, tugging his shirt to find bare skin to touch
and then lower to cup between his legs.
“How innocent are you?” He murmurs, biting the others bottom lip again.
In the back of his mind, he thinks that yes, maybe it would be a good idea to get out of these fancy, uncomfortable clothes. But then Lennon's hand moves lower between his legs, and he makes a sound as his eyes flutter open. It's not a discouraging sound, or a sound of protest. Just...surprise, mostly, even if his body reacts of its own accord.
"I am not sure what you're asking me." He whispers back. Innocent? He doesn't think of himself that way. It's a word that he'd use more for newborn babes.
Lennon is pleased that the other doesn’t seem upset. Surprised is fine. He nips at the other’s lip again, gently as he softly palms him through his pants.
“You’ve never done anything like this at all? With anyone?”
Why is it getting so difficult to think? Daeshim's mind keeps drifting to nothing at all. It feels a little bit like a spell, but is Lennon capable of magic? He seemed impressed by the Fae's vines and flowers.
"There wasn't anyone...I haven't had a lot of company."
Sex can be like magic but it's not really. Lennon tilts his head and presses kisses over the other's cheek and jaw to his ear as he lets a hot breath against the other's ear.
"Have you touched yourself here, to make yourself feel good?" Lennon questions, continuing to rub him, before slowly working into the pants and grasping the other's cock.
Lennon tilts his head. That's very curious to him, that someone just... wouldn't explore their body? Wouldn't he feel the need to do it? He furrows a brow briefly but his hand is slow in it's movements, teasing his cock but careful not to overstimulate him too fast. He wants this to last after all.
"You think you'd want to touch yourself if you'd met me? But you haven't since meeting me here, have you?"
It's confusing to Daeshim too. But it feels nice, and he doesn't much want to think about it. So he tries to kiss him again instead, and maybe get his hand into Lennon's pants too.
"Clothes are quite the nuisance, don't you agree?"
Lennon raises a brow and there's a hint of amusement and he wonders if Daeshim would touch himself after this... He saves that question for another time, though, letting Daeshim capture his lips once more.
"Yeah, they're annoying," Lennon grins, something he can easily agree to and he pulls his hands out of Daeshim's pants.
Lennon laughs, it’s kind of cute how excited the other seems as he settled back. He licks his lips. “Do you want a show?” he questions, quirking a brow and he’d be more than willing to give him one… He tugs his shirt up just a little, a peek of skin and nothing more.
Daeshim echoes the words, even as he reaches out to try and touch that little bit of exposed skin. He's not entirely sure what Lennon is offering, but it's easy enough to nod in response.
Lennon doesn’t shy from the touch at first but when the other says to show
him he shifts away, gently guiding the other to settle comfortably on the
bed before kneeling a few feet away from him.
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He thinks Daeshim is rather strange but harmless.
"Mhm," he hums, drawing him into another kiss, lips parting to press to deepen it right away this time.
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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.
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Lennon doesn’t pull away from Daeshim suddenly. He kisses him, enjoying the others eagerness for it and thinking maybe it’s been a really long time if ever since someone kissed him that way. He does however slowly pull from the kisses, licking and nipping at Daeshim’s lips as he does. His hands drag down the others front, tugging his shirt to find bare skin to touch and then lower to cup between his legs.
“How innocent are you?” He murmurs, biting the others bottom lip again.
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"I am not sure what you're asking me." He whispers back. Innocent? He doesn't think of himself that way. It's a word that he'd use more for newborn babes.
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“You’ve never done anything like this at all? With anyone?”
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"There wasn't anyone...I haven't had a lot of company."
He's been lonely for decades or longer.
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"Have you touched yourself here, to make yourself feel good?" Lennon questions, continuing to rub him, before slowly working into the pants and grasping the other's cock.
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There were times, especially during spring, when he felt strangely restless. Daeshim does remember that. His breath catches at such an intimate touch.
"Maybe...maybe if I'd met you..."
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"You think you'd want to touch yourself if you'd met me? But you haven't since meeting me here, have you?"
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It's confusing to Daeshim too. But it feels nice, and he doesn't much want to think about it. So he tries to kiss him again instead, and maybe get his hand into Lennon's pants too.
"Clothes are quite the nuisance, don't you agree?"
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"Yeah, they're annoying," Lennon grins, something he can easily agree to and he pulls his hands out of Daeshim's pants.
"Do you want me to take mine off?"
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He nods, eyes wide and overbright.
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Daeshim echoes the words, even as he reaches out to try and touch that little bit of exposed skin. He's not entirely sure what Lennon is offering, but it's easy enough to nod in response.
"Show me."
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Lennon doesn’t shy from the touch at first but when the other says to show him he shifts away, gently guiding the other to settle comfortably on the bed before kneeling a few feet away from him.
“Don’t touch yet, just watch.”