[His fingertips find those scars and his mind notes them, but he doesn't linger on the raised lines or signs of stitches. What he's more interested in is the shivering of the muscles under his touch, the way that Kazuha tells him what he wants without needing to put it into words.
He smiles faintly at the other man's assurance and gives a nod of understanding. Never for a moment had he assumed that Kazuha would be a passive person, but he always did like to ensure the comfort of a potential partner. If this wasn't wanted, then that was a thing he would prefer to know from the outset.]
I'll keep that in mind. [Diluc tells him, and goosebumps rise on his skin the moment Kazuha's hand slips inside his shirt. There are scars on him from the shoulders down - many of them of varying age and source. Some are clearly caused by blades, some by arrows or fire. There is one that is more subtle in appearance than its effects on him were, puncturing both front and back low on his ribcage.
It looks newer than most of the others.
He moves his hand higher up the samurai's thigh, bunching fabric up close to his waist. His fingertips trail across the firm, warm expanse of skin between the small Inazuman's hips as he captures Kazuha's lips in another kiss.]
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He smiles faintly at the other man's assurance and gives a nod of understanding. Never for a moment had he assumed that Kazuha would be a passive person, but he always did like to ensure the comfort of a potential partner. If this wasn't wanted, then that was a thing he would prefer to know from the outset.]
I'll keep that in mind. [Diluc tells him, and goosebumps rise on his skin the moment Kazuha's hand slips inside his shirt. There are scars on him from the shoulders down - many of them of varying age and source. Some are clearly caused by blades, some by arrows or fire. There is one that is more subtle in appearance than its effects on him were, puncturing both front and back low on his ribcage.
It looks newer than most of the others.
He moves his hand higher up the samurai's thigh, bunching fabric up close to his waist. His fingertips trail across the firm, warm expanse of skin between the small Inazuman's hips as he captures Kazuha's lips in another kiss.]