Daeshim moans louder in response, body arching up off the mattress. The toy keeps rubbing against the spot inside him every time Lennon pushes it in, making him see stars. The color on his skin darkens at the tease in a telling way. He does like it. He likes it when Lennon pushes it in deep, likes that it's Lennon who's doing it. He won't forget the way that he's looking at him, the way he keeps checking on him.

"Just a little..."

His sentence ends in a whimper. He can feel Lennon's cock burning hot against his hip. Daeshim slides his hands down to his hips, trying to readjust and angle them both so that their cocks slide together whenever either of them moves.

"Would you go slow or fast if you were fucking me? Show me."

Daeshim rolls his hips experimentally, groaning at the friction between them.