That got a deep groan into the kiss - better uses for his mouth, indeed. Each kiss was eagerly delivered, Lucanis feeling only slightly bad about benefiting from Davrin's much more practical clothing and armor. Truly, they were both benefiting from it, so there was no real need to. Davrin's clothing joined Lucanis' in a haphazard pile on the floor until they were both completely without. Any sense of self-consciousness at his own body was forgotten in favor of admiring Davrin's - all the looking he didn't let himself do in the baths, not the way he really wanted to, shameless and open and know with the knowledge that this was his to behold.

"You're gorgeous. How did I end up with the most handsome man in Thedas in my bed?"