Lennon sighs in relief and relaxes at Daeshim’s touch. He presses closer to his mate, nuzzling his face into the curve of his neck and not necessarily paying attention.

“I want… you to fill me up so much it runs down my thighs the moment you leave me empty,” Lennon murmurs against his skin, licking at the mark on his neck that shows that Daeshim is his.

Lennon feels so weird, so needy, so eager to submit to anything and everything that Daeshim wants from him. And no he’s not particularly paying attention to what the others trying to do with his vine.