Davrin had noticeably less layers than Lucanis did. Tugging up the tunic just enough and Lucanis' fingers had access to a thin strip of skin at Davrin's lower back that felt like the most divine forbidden fruit for touching. Unlike him, who had his vest, shirt, and yes an undershirt on below that. Some Crows loved showing skin, he was perpetually covered aside from forearms, sometimes.

But Davrin had seen it all already, and hadn't looked away.

"Not with anything like this," Lucanis confessed softly against Davrin's lips. "Well - okay, once, but the improvisation was knifing him between the ribs right then instead of waiting until later."