He likes being called beautiful. More than that, he feels beautiful when Lennon says it. Everything that the human does makes him feel excited, like he's discovering something new.

He hums softly, petting Lennon's hair as he moves down, and eventually burying his fingers in the soft pale strands. His entire body reacts to the attention he's being given, chest rising and falling a little faster to match the pace of his heart. But nowhere is more obvious than his cock, which stiffens against the human's tongue.

Daeshim arches a little, fingers of his free hand curling into the bedsheets. He's watching him with a sharper curiosity than normal. His breath catches when they make eye contact, and the little dusting of color across the Fae's face deepens.