( Daithi's turn, then, to chase the kiss, not catching himself so much as Lasulahn interrupting.
Daithi smiles, self amused, and raises his arms to help remove the garment. he takes to his undershirt, crumpled in the process, and that strewn aside with Lasulahn's sweatshirt... Daithi returns to Lasulahn's mouth, palm against neck, heedless of any injury Lasulahn might observe: the bandage about his left wrist or the patchwork of bruises that mark his frame, fading and fresh, working low toward either hip. )
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Daithi smiles, self amused, and raises his arms to help remove the garment. he takes to his undershirt, crumpled in the process, and that strewn aside with Lasulahn's sweatshirt... Daithi returns to Lasulahn's mouth, palm against neck, heedless of any injury Lasulahn might observe: the bandage about his left wrist or the patchwork of bruises that mark his frame, fading and fresh, working low toward either hip. )