( on his knees, a steady lean into Lasulahn through the kiss, Daithi guides Lasulahn to the floor.
there, he kisses Lasulahn another moment, long and deep, then lifts himself away... merely to plant another to the apple of Lasulahn's throat; the hollow beneath that; his sternum and a particularly wet attention to one swell of flesh, travelling low and lower until his breath is hot and humid at Lasulahn's waist.
Daithi's gaze shifts, a crooked and knowing smile for the inescapable outline in Lasulahn's leggings (a bold choice in Daithi's opinion), but after the pause, he remains silent, making better use of his mouth in open, shapeless kisses that leave the fabric of Lasulahn's leggings damp. tugging the waist, whatever is or isn't underneath, just enough aside, Daithi returns to Lasulahn's growing arousal, tongue against the underside. )
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there, he kisses Lasulahn another moment, long and deep, then lifts himself away... merely to plant another to the apple of Lasulahn's throat; the hollow beneath that; his sternum and a particularly wet attention to one swell of flesh, travelling low and lower until his breath is hot and humid at Lasulahn's waist.
Daithi's gaze shifts, a crooked and knowing smile for the inescapable outline in Lasulahn's leggings (a bold choice in Daithi's opinion), but after the pause, he remains silent, making better use of his mouth in open, shapeless kisses that leave the fabric of Lasulahn's leggings damp. tugging the waist, whatever is or isn't underneath, just enough aside, Daithi returns to Lasulahn's growing arousal, tongue against the underside. )