[ Once arms are drawn through the sleeves, Dazai relinquishes his hold upon the shirt, setting his wander-prone hands free to do as they please. And explore they do, the nearest one pressing to that injured shoulder where fingers gently knead circles into the muscle. Thanks to Linneus shedding his clothes, Dazai has memorized the patchwork of his injuries and where each are. So steering clear of them is a job done without the need to see bare skin anymore.
The steady rub of a strong hand over skin continues as he resumes drying Linn, using his own towel to rub over damp hair that still retains traces of where they'd been moments ago. And the massage doesn't end until he's sure that gentle, steady pressure has worked at least some warmth into Linn's body to chase away the ache. ]
If you want them off...
[ Shoulder soothed to the extent Dazai can offer, his hands and attention switches gears. Catching hold of Linn's wrists he draws them forward until slender fingers can easily drag themselves over the shape of his broad chest. ]
All you need to do- [ His voice drops to a whisper in the space between them. ] ...is ask.
[ Dazai closes his fingers atop Linn's, shaping digits into curved forms, where blunt nails can rake wherever they drag. With a little nudge he guides curled hands to graze over the handful of the pale white gauze, leaving goosebumps behind in their wake. After that all it takes is a downward push of their joined hands to pull at everything beneath that touch, including the bandages which draw away in long ribbons. ]
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The steady rub of a strong hand over skin continues as he resumes drying Linn, using his own towel to rub over damp hair that still retains traces of where they'd been moments ago. And the massage doesn't end until he's sure that gentle, steady pressure has worked at least some warmth into Linn's body to chase away the ache. ]
If you want them off...
[ Shoulder soothed to the extent Dazai can offer, his hands and attention switches gears. Catching hold of Linn's wrists he draws them forward until slender fingers can easily drag themselves over the shape of his broad chest. ]
All you need to do- [ His voice drops to a whisper in the space between them. ] ...is ask.
[ Dazai closes his fingers atop Linn's, shaping digits into curved forms, where blunt nails can rake wherever they drag. With a little nudge he guides curled hands to graze over the handful of the pale white gauze, leaving goosebumps behind in their wake. After that all it takes is a downward push of their joined hands to pull at everything beneath that touch, including the bandages which draw away in long ribbons. ]