[ Lasulahn is not without the odd bruise or two himself, mostly across his hip and one on his ribs - consequence of working axels into his routine, a staple but technical and demanding in ways he has difficulty with. Skating is not without its toll, and Lasulahn knows he is here precisely to aid with the injuries Daithi has accrued approaching his final season. Seeing them bared is a little different, but he makes no outward note save to touch gently across the blooms of discolor, palm sliding along Daithi's abs and chest, more defined than his own.
Fingertips ghost featherlight down spine as their mouths meet once more, and he leans into it readily. His touch strays towards the waistband of the other's sweats and then shies away again to run palms flat across the plane of Daithi's back before coming to rest against either side. He's as inexperienced as the first time (and feels equally as clumsy though all the same, this is as though some treat he has only sampled once and long wished to have again). In the same measure, he is eager too, forgetting and remembering to breathe in turns. ]
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Fingertips ghost featherlight down spine as their mouths meet once more, and he leans into it readily. His touch strays towards the waistband of the other's sweats and then shies away again to run palms flat across the plane of Daithi's back before coming to rest against either side. He's as inexperienced as the first time (and feels equally as clumsy though all the same, this is as though some treat he has only sampled once and long wished to have again). In the same measure, he is eager too, forgetting and remembering to breathe in turns. ]