[ Daithi's voice, more than the break in the kiss, startles Lasulahn's mind into being aware of the situation. It's all too easy to consider his own inexperience and worry of misstepping — though the taste of Daithi sweet on his tongue keeps the spell from being broken entirely. He lays back slowly, feeling only a little awkward for the pause and his own unfamiliarity.
Prone on the mat, he reaches for the other, a silent beckon with no real conscious thought save a desire to taste Daithi's kiss once more. ]
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Prone on the mat, he reaches for the other, a silent beckon with no real conscious thought save a desire to taste Daithi's kiss once more. ]