[ The touch is distracting, in a way that's pleasant, a sort of background buzzing in his nerves. The warmth he feels is entirely different to that of exercise, but it is not wholly unfamiliar.
Daithi pulls away, and Lasulahn's chin tips as though he means to chase the kiss, though catches himself and stills. He watches through his lashes, a few breaths' pause to steady himself.
A shift, then, curling upwards to bring his shoulders off the mat and allow the oversized garment to be tugged off and away. Once aside, Lasulahn meets Daithi with a kiss, so brief as to be almost chaste, and offers a smile not quite shy as he reaches again to curl fingers into the hem of Daithi's own sweatshirt.
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Daithi pulls away, and Lasulahn's chin tips as though he means to chase the kiss, though catches himself and stills. He watches through his lashes, a few breaths' pause to steady himself.
A shift, then, curling upwards to bring his shoulders off the mat and allow the oversized garment to be tugged off and away. Once aside, Lasulahn meets Daithi with a kiss, so brief as to be almost chaste, and offers a smile not quite shy as he reaches again to curl fingers into the hem of Daithi's own sweatshirt.