It was, all in all, probably a good thing Lucanis had that undershirt. And overshirt. And vest. The entire excessive ensemble that Davrin now swore to himself he would learn to flawlessly button and unbutton by feel alone. Neither of them were prone to half-committing to a cause, but it wasn't his intention for their first real physical encounter (Rook walking in on a bit of necking only half counted) to go too far. Particularly not with poor Assan's eyes to think of. All those layers helped keep that in mind even as Lucanis bucked and Davrin couldn't help roll his hips down into his with a groan.

He breathed heavy against Lucanis' skin as he mouthed his way back up to his ear, freeing those hands again.

"I think-" and, damn, Neve would mock him for being a knight in shining armor wooing his love over this, if Lucanis didn't do it himself first. Still, expectations were important. "Just the shirts off this time, mm?"