Lennon doesn't mind the tight hold, doesn't mind that the grip is so hard that it borders on painful. He needs Daeshim. He needs this. Words play at the edges of his mind that are primal and instinctual and don't really make any sense and he tries not to give them too much attention. He just focuses on Daeshim's hands, on his cock inside of him and the way Daeshim takes him, the way he fucks him. He doesn't hold back any sound, letting every gasp and moan be heard clearly.

He grasps at the bedding beneath him as he's pressed further down against the mattress, his movement more limited like this under the other's weight and he didn't have the will to resist it at all. He takes him, each thrust, pliant for his mate.... mate? ... lover...

"Dae... please," Lennon moans, the other's thrusts moving his hips and the only stimulation he's getting to his cock. He's leaking and he's so close. "Please. I'm yours. I need to come." He needs just a little more.