[littl3chocobo]

he saw his arm as his shirt came off, either the bruising had grown much darker or else his seal had paled, he did not want to think what it would mean if it was not his skin making it look that way. he held back a his as his arm was held, the molted splotches hurt as bad as any bruise would and the size of it ensured that there would be no missing it either. he sat still in his pose for several seconds before a new sensation could be felt. he stiffened as the other began to absentmindedly rub his arm. the two hands worked in sync, the first running a pattern through his seal and the second making broad sweeps at the same shape. he blushed lightly and looked away. in the future he would blame himself for having left himself open, a moment of unpreparedness, he certainly did not expect it, but as he looked away mizuki stopped his ministrations and pulling on his arm brought luka to him and kissed his neck where it reached the jaw. he froze.