[ He leans back, perhaps more absent than pliant, ignoring most else for the kiss. When the other pulls away, Lasulahn watches, managing to catch a whine of protest between pressed lips before it escapes. He tilts his head readily to feel kiss and breath against his throat, eyes sinking closed.
His fingertips tighten for the tease of attention and Daithi's steady drift downwards, until he can no longer reach comfortably and one hand comes to rest light on the other's shoulder, the other against the mat beneath them. He lifts his head to feel breath across his navel. That smirk that he has always loved to see does him no favors now for the heated flush suffusing his cheeks. And although Daithi's general intent might have been obvious, Lasulahn cannot entirely muffle his reaction. A pitched 'mm!' slips, half-startled for the sudden sensation but pleasured all the same.
His fingers curl uselessly against the other's shoulder, finally drifting to find careful purchase in golden hair. Head once more against the mat, his thighs part as though that might somehow make the sensation of tongue through layers of fabric more direct. Lasulahn's frame tenses, partially in reaction to the pleasurable friction and partially to keep himself from rolling his hips against the open-mouthed teasing.
Feeling the waist of his leggings and underwear tugged aside, he shifts slightly to make it easier. When he looks down once more, a little dazed, he forgets himself enough to watch with lips parted, chest rising with quickened breath. The feel of the other's tongue, direct this time, sudden and hot, earns a short exclamation. Then, a moan, soft but less restrained. ]
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His fingertips tighten for the tease of attention and Daithi's steady drift downwards, until he can no longer reach comfortably and one hand comes to rest light on the other's shoulder, the other against the mat beneath them. He lifts his head to feel breath across his navel. That smirk that he has always loved to see does him no favors now for the heated flush suffusing his cheeks. And although Daithi's general intent might have been obvious, Lasulahn cannot entirely muffle his reaction. A pitched 'mm!' slips, half-startled for the sudden sensation but pleasured all the same.
His fingers curl uselessly against the other's shoulder, finally drifting to find careful purchase in golden hair. Head once more against the mat, his thighs part as though that might somehow make the sensation of tongue through layers of fabric more direct. Lasulahn's frame tenses, partially in reaction to the pleasurable friction and partially to keep himself from rolling his hips against the open-mouthed teasing.
Feeling the waist of his leggings and underwear tugged aside, he shifts slightly to make it easier. When he looks down once more, a little dazed, he forgets himself enough to watch with lips parted, chest rising with quickened breath. The feel of the other's tongue, direct this time, sudden and hot, earns a short exclamation. Then, a moan, soft but less restrained. ]