[ If, yes- Lasulahn's smile lingers for the emphasis. Furniture aside, he offers Daithi one mat, and rolls out his own in the remaining empty space. Likewise, he is conscious of space between them, though more so that they both have ample room than anything more personal. He places a set of foam blocks in front of Daithi's mat in case he needs them to assist with any poses, another set in front of his own, along with his water bottle. ] I have some other things if we need them, [ he says, settling on his mat with legs crossed, facing Daithi. ] You haven't done much yoga, right?
( with little indication Lasulahn will begin the routine in a standing position... Daithi likewise sits, one leg curled as though cross legged; the other, half bent to favor his less mobile (and still aching) side. audibly, the joint in his knee pops as Daithi sits. )
Once or twice, ( he answers. he places his forearm on his thigh. ) Makes me feel impatient. ( which is a polite way to say he mislikes the entire endeavor. )
[ A soft laugh. ] It's much different from skating. [ Though part of the reason Lasulahn enjoys it as much as he does is exactly that. ]
I'll try not to bore you too much. [ He explains briefly that he intends to lead Daithi through a few sitting and reclining poses, some standing, and then return to reclining.
He adjusts his legs to begin, pulling his feet together, knees near to the ground and hands around his feet. ] Ah- just remember, none of this should be painful. Stop if it is and tell me. I tried to pick a routine that would help without being too demanding...
( Daithi wouldn't necessarily consider the exercise boring — he enjoys a small share of interests otherwise too idle or methodical for others to even withstand — but what else is the restless sensation yoga leaves him? (an unhappiness, asked to be aware of so much more than he wishes to be.)
he smiles, a breath of laughter through his nose. throughout his junior career, Daithi's coaches, even his mother (his other mother), had told him practice ought to hurt. )
Alright, ( Daithi agrees, following Lasulahn's direction. for the most part, the routine Lasulahn chose is simple enough: only a few poses, new to the normal contortions of Daithi's limbs. only once or twice, Daithi need ask ) Like this?
[ Part of the routine, which Lasulahn uses quite often on his own, is a body scan in shavasana, noting each limb and part, mindful of any pain or discomfort and their source along with any other sensations, which he works in after a few poses to get them warmed up.
When Daithi asks for guidance, Lasulahn instructs, rather than guides hands-on. This time, though, a misalignment of core might cause injury. He moves from his mat, one hand running light down his spine as though to show how to hold the pose. ] Mm, almost. Make sure your shoulders are pulled down, and you want your spine straight. Bend through the hips instead. [ His hand pauses at the small of Daithi's back, the other resting just beneath his navel to finish the correction. ]
Just like that, yes. Good. [ He offers a pleased smile. ]
( what Daithi finds himself most mindful of, now, is the length of Lasulahn's fingers, light but blooming something a little warm and restless in their wake neath Daithi's skin. what turns his thoughts is the twin touch of either hand, low and pleasant and warm... but not warm enough.
Daithi remembers the taste, years ago, hot — the air between them, desperate and humid — Lasulahn smooth on his tongue: can imagine Lasulahn speaking — "just like that, yes. good." — breathy and high, the words staggered between a spell of moans. )
So... ( Daithi glances past the curve of his own body: his voice, warm; his hair, a mess on the mat. ) How long am I expected to stay like this?
( for the most part, Daithi considers himself friendly with others in their career (preferring "competition" more than colleague or contemporary to describe such relationship). regardless what an deluge of shemlen journalists might write, Lasulahn, before and after that night, has never met Daithi elsewise.
sharing the same ice, moments on and off, easily deepens Daithi's affection. )
[ The hand on Daithi's abdomen lifts instead to his jaw, fingertips a featherlight touch to ensure the other keeps his head aligned. A pause, and then something resembling a start, as though realizing his touch, and his hand slips away. ]
A few moments more.
[ A pause, as though counting. ] Bring yourself down, slowly, arms relaxed by your side again, and rest. We'll do it twice more. It doesn't hurt, does it?
( Daithi allows the correction — Lasulahn's retreat, unmistakable — and watches from the edge of his vision. following Lasulahn's instruction, he unwinds from the pose in slow, gentle increments. his attention returns to Lasulahn, eye flickering low, something hungry in his gaze.
softly, Daithi replies, ) Not yet... ( and after a moment, considering, straightens from his position of rest. the motion earns a small breath of a noise. Daithi's tone returns, casual and warm. ) But I wouldn't mind a break.
[ There is something in Daithi's expression, something he almost recognizes but can't quite place. Before he might think on it, though, the other elf rises.
He hadn't intended on a break, so the comment surprises Lasulahn a bit, but he nods in easy agreement. Daithi knew his own body best, of course, and if he wished a break to prevent discomfort or fatigue... that was for the best. ] Alright.
[ Lasulahn takes a moment to stretch his arms above his head, then reaches for his water bottle. He smiles at his companion, and there is warmth in his own tone. ] Not too boring, I hope.
( on his feet, now, Daithi hardly lingers, padding around Lasulahn and out the room. he hadn't ever claimed it boring, but... )
Think I'm starting to like it. ( across his shoulder, a lopsided, little smile, ) Or at least my teacher.
( after a moment or two, the sound of running water can be heard from the kitchen. when Daithi returns, he leans against the frame of the entrance, glass in hand. he hasn't quite worked out what to say, if at all. )
[ The comment is unexpected, and the warmth in Lasulahn's cheeks is made worse for the fact he had almost replied with excitement, only to be startled into silence.
The comment is hardly unwelcome - provided Daithi meant it in a flirtatious way at all - though conjures memories of a moment that feels both distant and recent, somehow. They're both a little older now, but there's something in Daithi's smile that has never changed; nor has the way it makes Lasulahn's heart flutter diminished at all.
He fiddles with his water bottle in a nervous fidget, finger curled around the plastic loop of the lid, until Daithi returns to the doorway. Lasulahn glances back up, then, and finally offers: ] Both, maybe? [ He sounds hopeful. ]
( for a moment, Daithi is silent, eyes on Lasulahn.
then, straightening: ) Don't think so. ( Daithi steps toward the other man, sipping from the glass he carries. he sets it aside. if not for the heat in his gaze, the almost methodical pace with which he moves, the entirety of the action might seem casual.
an arm's reach from Lasulahn, a little low, Daithi continues: ) Think you're just that likeable. ( he places either hand in his pant pockets. )
[ He watches, quiet and a little uncertain. There's an intensity to Daithi's look, and Lasulahn realizes it's the same as minutes before. The warmth in his face returns. A little dumbly, he tries to think of what to say as he continues fidgeting idly with the bottle in his hands. ]
Ah- well, hopefully. We've been friends a long time. [ The choice of word seems not quite right, between the hookup so long ago now, their competitiveness, and an acquaintance that has grown stronger only recently for their sharing a rink... but maybe it's accurate enough. Lasulahn considers Daithi a friend, anyway, even if his feelings are complicated. Daithi's, he assumes, are less so. ]
( another pause. then, a little slow, Daithi crouches, arm on either thigh, level with Lasulahn.
gentle, he hooks a single finger through the hoop of Lasulahn's water. in the given space, Daithi's finger inches up and down. low, eyes meeting the other, ) I've thought you're pretty for a lot longer.
[ The words are... unexpected, most especial for Lasulahn's recent thoughts of that day. For a moment, he doesn't quite believe what he's heard.
He glances down, shy for the comment. In that, Lasulahn has not changed at all over the years. To say he has thought Daithi handsome for a long time too, seems awkward. 'Thank you' seems a little strange. Anything else that might be coherent is difficult to consider, given the distracting flutter in his stomach.
Instead, he shifts one hand, slow as though uncertain, fingertips brushing light along Daithi's finger, then his hand. He glances back up to meet the other's gaze once more. ]
he withdraws his hand, then, shifting to his knees and cupping Lasulahn's cheek in a kiss. the entirety of the action is purposeful, slow, enough that Lasulahn might refuse or withdraw if he so wishes. )
[ Lasulahn watches, quiet, lips parting for the touch of Daithi's hand against his cheek. For just a moment, the only response is a soft intake of breath against lips.
And then, his eyes slip closed, and his head tilts into the kiss, sweet and soft. ]
( Daithi's first kiss is a gentle press, lip between lip, against the upper half of Lasulahn's mouth. on his knees, then — wholly — Daithi lifts his hand to Lasulahn's opposite cheek: presses a small series of kisses to the plush bottom half and tilts Lasulahn's head just so. he encourages Lasulahn's mouth to open, a spread of lip against lip, flicking the tip of his tongue inside in smooth, slow curl.
[ Distantly, Lasulahn thinks of how vividly Daithi's kiss conjures memories of that day years ago. Too busy, or too shy (both, perhaps) to seek out relationships, Daithi had been Lasulahn's first kiss - and first taste of intimacy. Even some years later, Daithi, and that day, remain the only experience he has. Lasulahn is a romantic by nature, strengthened by his predilection for novels that catered to that sort of idealism.
Even though it had become clear Daithi wasn't seeking a relationship, Lasulahn has always wondered if some private part of him still wanted romance with Daithi, specifically, and that was why he hadn't made time for anyone else. As his lips part without hesitation, tongue meeting tongue, Lasulahn is suddenly less unsure about precisely that.
His water bottle he abandons to the side with a slow, distracted movement, hand then drifting to Daithi's side; the other, coming to rest light against his chest. ]
( the kiss remains slow, gentle; their parting, no less when Daithi retreats. there, eyes on Lasulahn, Daithi pauses, his mouth, open; his breath, hot and low. he swallows. murmuring, a fraction of space between them, ) Lie back for me.
( sitting as he is, as Lasulahn is, is a bit awkward. more than that... the injury in his knee is like to activate bearing his weight too long. )
[ 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. ]
( Daithi follows, quick and easy, his weight held comfortable in his less injured side.
hardly pausing, Daithi pushes an item or two, now forgotten in their original purpose, aside and returns to Lasulahn's mouth, his tongue just as quick and easy. between them, Daithi's palm slides flat across the soft fabric hugging Lasulahn's hip. higher over his waist. snaking neath even more fabric and finding bare muscle, hot to the touch. the lack of any undershirt surprises Daithi. )
[ He sighs, soft through his nose as Daithi's mouth finds his once more. His outstretched hands find the other's waist, resting for a moment and then curling idly into the fabric. The feel of hands over fabric is pleasant, if barely noticeable while he's preoccupied with the feel of tongue against tongue.
Touch on bare skin earns a sudden inhale, notable in the rise of his chest and the momentary tightening of his fingers in Daithi's shirt. A brief flutter gives way to a warmth that swells upward. He follows the other's lead after a few moments indecision, slipping beneath hem and toying momentarily with undershirt, before cupping against the bare skin of Daithi's waist. ]
( for the inhale, Daithi pauses, a brief, undetectable moment, opening and closing his eyes. against Lasulahn's belly, his touch is firm, a circle or two about the other's navel, only to travel up along the long, lithe line of his body.
Daithi caresses a palmful across the small rise of Lasulahn's chest — one side, then the other — then traces his fingertips back and forth across the second swell of flesh, steady, fixt. slowly, he separates from Lasulahn and their kiss, straightening on his knees, and reaches for Lasulahn's sweatshirt, fingers at the hem. )
[ 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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Once or twice, ( he answers. he places his forearm on his thigh. ) Makes me feel impatient. ( which is a polite way to say he mislikes the entire endeavor. )
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I'll try not to bore you too much. [ He explains briefly that he intends to lead Daithi through a few sitting and reclining poses, some standing, and then return to reclining.
He adjusts his legs to begin, pulling his feet together, knees near to the ground and hands around his feet. ] Ah- just remember, none of this should be painful. Stop if it is and tell me. I tried to pick a routine that would help without being too demanding...
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he smiles, a breath of laughter through his nose. throughout his junior career, Daithi's coaches, even his mother (his other mother), had told him practice ought to hurt. )
Alright, ( Daithi agrees, following Lasulahn's direction. for the most part, the routine Lasulahn chose is simple enough: only a few poses, new to the normal contortions of Daithi's limbs. only once or twice, Daithi need ask ) Like this?
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When Daithi asks for guidance, Lasulahn instructs, rather than guides hands-on. This time, though, a misalignment of core might cause injury. He moves from his mat, one hand running light down his spine as though to show how to hold the pose. ] Mm, almost. Make sure your shoulders are pulled down, and you want your spine straight. Bend through the hips instead. [ His hand pauses at the small of Daithi's back, the other resting just beneath his navel to finish the correction. ]
Just like that, yes. Good. [ He offers a pleased smile. ]
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Daithi remembers the taste, years ago, hot — the air between them, desperate and humid — Lasulahn smooth on his tongue: can imagine Lasulahn speaking — "just like that, yes. good." — breathy and high, the words staggered between a spell of moans. )
So... ( Daithi glances past the curve of his own body: his voice, warm; his hair, a mess on the mat. ) How long am I expected to stay like this?
( for the most part, Daithi considers himself friendly with others in their career (preferring "competition" more than colleague or contemporary to describe such relationship). regardless what an deluge of shemlen journalists might write, Lasulahn, before and after that night, has never met Daithi elsewise.
sharing the same ice, moments on and off, easily deepens Daithi's affection. )
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A few moments more.
[ A pause, as though counting. ] Bring yourself down, slowly, arms relaxed by your side again, and rest. We'll do it twice more. It doesn't hurt, does it?
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softly, Daithi replies, ) Not yet... ( and after a moment, considering, straightens from his position of rest. the motion earns a small breath of a noise. Daithi's tone returns, casual and warm. ) But I wouldn't mind a break.
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He hadn't intended on a break, so the comment surprises Lasulahn a bit, but he nods in easy agreement. Daithi knew his own body best, of course, and if he wished a break to prevent discomfort or fatigue... that was for the best. ] Alright.
[ Lasulahn takes a moment to stretch his arms above his head, then reaches for his water bottle. He smiles at his companion, and there is warmth in his own tone. ] Not too boring, I hope.
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Think I'm starting to like it. ( across his shoulder, a lopsided, little smile, ) Or at least my teacher.
( after a moment or two, the sound of running water can be heard from the kitchen. when Daithi returns, he leans against the frame of the entrance, glass in hand. he hasn't quite worked out what to say, if at all. )
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The comment is hardly unwelcome - provided Daithi meant it in a flirtatious way at all - though conjures memories of a moment that feels both distant and recent, somehow. They're both a little older now, but there's something in Daithi's smile that has never changed; nor has the way it makes Lasulahn's heart flutter diminished at all.
He fiddles with his water bottle in a nervous fidget, finger curled around the plastic loop of the lid, until Daithi returns to the doorway. Lasulahn glances back up, then, and finally offers: ] Both, maybe? [ He sounds hopeful. ]
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then, straightening: ) Don't think so. ( Daithi steps toward the other man, sipping from the glass he carries. he sets it aside. if not for the heat in his gaze, the almost methodical pace with which he moves, the entirety of the action might seem casual.
an arm's reach from Lasulahn, a little low, Daithi continues: ) Think you're just that likeable. ( he places either hand in his pant pockets. )
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Ah- well, hopefully. We've been friends a long time. [ The choice of word seems not quite right, between the hookup so long ago now, their competitiveness, and an acquaintance that has grown stronger only recently for their sharing a rink... but maybe it's accurate enough. Lasulahn considers Daithi a friend, anyway, even if his feelings are complicated. Daithi's, he assumes, are less so. ]
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gentle, he hooks a single finger through the hoop of Lasulahn's water. in the given space, Daithi's finger inches up and down. low, eyes meeting the other, ) I've thought you're pretty for a lot longer.
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He glances down, shy for the comment. In that, Lasulahn has not changed at all over the years. To say he has thought Daithi handsome for a long time too, seems awkward. 'Thank you' seems a little strange. Anything else that might be coherent is difficult to consider, given the distracting flutter in his stomach.
Instead, he shifts one hand, slow as though uncertain, fingertips brushing light along Daithi's finger, then his hand. He glances back up to meet the other's gaze once more. ]
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he withdraws his hand, then, shifting to his knees and cupping Lasulahn's cheek in a kiss. the entirety of the action is purposeful, slow, enough that Lasulahn might refuse or withdraw if he so wishes. )
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And then, his eyes slip closed, and his head tilts into the kiss, sweet and soft. ]
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he tastes as good as Daithi remembers. )
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Even though it had become clear Daithi wasn't seeking a relationship, Lasulahn has always wondered if some private part of him still wanted romance with Daithi, specifically, and that was why he hadn't made time for anyone else. As his lips part without hesitation, tongue meeting tongue, Lasulahn is suddenly less unsure about precisely that.
His water bottle he abandons to the side with a slow, distracted movement, hand then drifting to Daithi's side; the other, coming to rest light against his chest. ]
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( sitting as he is, as Lasulahn is, is a bit awkward. more than that... the injury in his knee is like to activate bearing his weight too long. )
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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. ]
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hardly pausing, Daithi pushes an item or two, now forgotten in their original purpose, aside and returns to Lasulahn's mouth, his tongue just as quick and easy. between them, Daithi's palm slides flat across the soft fabric hugging Lasulahn's hip. higher over his waist. snaking neath even more fabric and finding bare muscle, hot to the touch. the lack of any undershirt surprises Daithi. )
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Touch on bare skin earns a sudden inhale, notable in the rise of his chest and the momentary tightening of his fingers in Daithi's shirt. A brief flutter gives way to a warmth that swells upward. He follows the other's lead after a few moments indecision, slipping beneath hem and toying momentarily with undershirt, before cupping against the bare skin of Daithi's waist. ]
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Daithi caresses a palmful across the small rise of Lasulahn's chest — one side, then the other — then traces his fingertips back and forth across the second swell of flesh, steady, fixt. slowly, he separates from Lasulahn and their kiss, straightening on his knees, and reaches for Lasulahn's sweatshirt, fingers at the hem. )
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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.
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