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[You offer Lalli a cookie and he swipes the entire bag; you kiss him back and he immediately wants more, even if he's not entirely sure what "more" entails. The only thing he knows for certain is that he wants Emil to focus on him in every possible way! Surely that's not asking for much.

...Okay, so maybe he's a little needy. That's something they can work on down the road, but right now he feels Emil urging him forward and that means that everything he's doing here is a-okay. Exciting!! But also, like, confusing, because he doesn't want to move his hands from where they are at this very moment? He doesn't want to break this kiss? He's not even entirely sure that he wants to sit on someone else, because that just feels like something that would be... well. Well.

Then again, that strange urge to be closer hasn't exactly left him. Will it ever? He just doesn't know, but he slides his hand out from under Emil's, places it on the other boy's shoulder, and (oh-so awkwardly) tries to keep this kiss going as he shifts up onto his knees. Straddle, and then sit? That seems like a good plan, even if it involves so much maneuvering and face-twisting that he's eventually forced to pull away from Emil for a short while. It's not all bad, though—there's even something nice about being much taller than Emil for a moment, before he drops back down onto Emil's poor leg and he becomes only marginally taller once more. It's a good thing he's a twig...

Anyway... more kissing, yes? Yes. ...After he takes a second to catch his breath. Surely Emil needs a second to adjust to this new... everything, anyway, but Lalli keeps his hand in his hair just in case. Stay.]

[Oof, this journey to Emil's lap is as Lalli(tm) as possible, huh-- not that Emil complains, but it's a process that involves a lot more weirdly angling his head and hoverhanding until Lalli has settled than he expected.

First thing about Lalli being in his lap: wow, he weighs like nothing when Emil isn't hauling his body around the frozen wastes. Amazing. Second thing: this is the single most thrilling thing that's ever happened to him. It's all he can do for a moment to look up at Lalli, happy-- just... happy. Right this second he doesn't even seem to register that Lalli is super needy, too content to manhandle him around and kiss him a bunch.

Still, he's not going anywhere. Jeez-- he pats Lalli's, uh, side, until that seems too stupid and he tilts his face up to kiss at the corner of his mouth instead. Look, he got one. Emil is on the board.]

You're going to pull my hair if you keep that up.

[Sitting on someone's lap and not doing anything feels like sitting on the edge of a very unsteady table? Plus he's not quite sure what to do with those gangly legs of his, but he tilts himself toward Emil and tries to, like, straighten them out as best he can. This is a much more delicate endeavor than he'd thought it would be.

That kiss helps, though, even if it's followed by some Swedish nonsense that seems to center around the word "hair." He's smiling, apparently very pleased by this whatever-it-is, and yet he's probably wondering if his hair is all tousled. Psh! That earns him the mildest of Looks... and some Finnish to decipher.]

I'm not going to mess it up.

[More than it... already is, anyway? But if it makes Emil happy—and he finds that he really does want to make Emil happy—then he'll remove his hand from the back of Emil's head and do his best to quickly smooth everything back into place. Bam! The sparkles are back, and Lalli congratulates himself with a pompous little nod as he settles both hands onto Emil's shoulders.]

See? Now it's fine.

[You are welcome, Emil. Now shower him with kisses.]

Edited (if u can't sleep, u edit) 2018-12-06 05:31 (UTC)

[You know, somehow "mess" is one of the Finnish words he knows. Somehow! Mess, messy... He assumes Lalli is telling him he's already a mess and so that is why he stops to fix his hair for him, so that's, hmm-- well, he can live with that. The hand in his hair was nice, but fixing his hair is nice too?? He's easily satisfied.]

Oh, yes, wonderful.

[Something like that? He's beautiful, thanks for supporting him. For another short pause he takes a moment to appreciate all this, mostly Lalli in his lap (status: Holy Shit), before kissing the same spot at the corner of his mouth again. Then one more time, before he daringly kisses him full on the mouth once more, squeezing his hip now that he's out of hands to hold.]

Edited (Fixin spelling at work do de do) 2018-12-06 13:38 (UTC)

[One, two, three whole kisses! Yeah!! Lalli's not really thinking about anything other than kissing Emil just as fervently as Emil is kissing him, but as he digs his fingers into Emil's shoulders, some tiny part of his brain finds the time to jot down a quick note: fix this boy's hair way more often.

Oh, and another quick note: kiss this boy's neck at some point in the future, because as Emil squeezes his hip, one of Lalli's hands jump up to... touch his face? Touch something, anyway, but it lands on the side of Emil's neck and Lalli leaves it there for a moment. There it is—there's that heartbeat again, right under his thumb, and he hums appreciatively before sliding his hand down to grab the front of Emil's shirt. But, like, gently. ...Kind of. Listen, Emil just has to accept the fact that they are staying on this dumb rock for A While as Lalli practically sinks right into him. Hopefully his leg isn't in danger of falling asleep any time soon...]

Edited (don't roast me for my editing streak... i'm done for the day) 2018-12-06 20:56 (UTC)

[Lalli likes praise, Emil likes preening, it's easy to make your boy happy when you both have the same colossal ego about simple stuff. Emil hums in turn, too pleased with himself and Lalli to control his smug smiling even while they're in the midst of smooching like it's the end of the world.

Lalli grabbing his shirt is maybe Emil's first actually registered needy moment, but he doesn't mind- he responds by sliding both arms around Lalli's waist and locking his fingers together behind him, the perfect spot for both holding and manhandling, you know, if he needs to move Lalli bodily around anytime soon. Not yet! His leg is doing alright! It'll be time to slink back into the house and mooch off sheep family food before he kicks Lalli out of his lap for something as silly as pins and needles.

...Ah, and briefly he wonders if they're going to have to stand 6 feet apart or something, when they get back. Reynir and his family, whatever, same for Sigrun and Mikkel, but Lalli's cousin... does not seem entirely fond of him...

Briefly he wonders this, because ultimately he's going to do whatever he wants, but he gets points for considering it! There! Now it's back to kissing Lalli even more earnestly, pulling him in closer so they're really smushed together as much as possible here. Yes, perfect!!]

[So maybe this is what was missing a moment ago? This, uh, complete and total lack of personal space. It's more than he'd expected, far more than he ever thought he'd like, but there is something decidedly satisfying about sitting in Emil's lap and being pulled tight against him. Lalli likes kissing Emil like this... he likes the feeling of Emil's hands pressing against small of his back...

Maybe too much, actually, because now the hand balled up in Emil's shirt moves slowly upward, still holding tight to the fabric even as fingers begin scrabbling for that bare skin that's right above the collar. Yes, that's definitely what he wants now: more of that warmth, even though he's warmer than he's been all day, and if he can just find a way to deal with this shirt that both is and is not in the way—

But ah, that is A Lot. He has no idea what people normally do in these situations, of course, but he does know that there's some type vague-ish between kissing until your lips hurt and... trying other things; it's why he stops pushing things for the moment, why he settles for lightly running his fingers across Emil's collarbone as this second serious kiss winds down. Is he going to be the one to pull away, though? No, because he's greedy!! Love him until you absolutely have to stop!!]

[Having Lalli pressed flush against him is, hmm, well-- excellent. Emil decides this immediately and resolves to get into this position more often, although maybe next time on a chair? A comfortable armchair? He is a man of wealth and taste, see, and as much as he's enjoying this as-is, he can't make out in the woods every single time.

Maybe that distant thought that next time (and whoa, Next Time, a real thing!) they do this somewhere more comfortable is the thing that tethers him to reality and pops his little bubble of delight when Lalli's needy fingers go wild at his shirt collar. Aha, boy--]

Your hands are cold, [he mumbles, close to Lalli's lips since he isn't pulling completely away either. He's not complaining! Not... really, he's just observing. Here, close enough to kiss him one more time, then just look at him some more. Nice face, Finn. Nice hands, too? How odd would it be to tell a guy he has nice hands, right this second...? Just kidding, he just thought of a better thing to babble about.] You know, I don't think I actually said I like you, which was rude of me. So. I like you very much.

[Don't make him mangle that in Finnish. They've been over "like" and "very much" before...!!]

[Maybe Lalli likes the forest, Emil. Maybe he's more comfortable out here than he is all cooped up in some strange house! But they can chat about that in the awkward, awkward dream they're sure to share tonight, because as great as kissing one another is, Lalli knows that Emil is going to want to talk about it. ...Even he knows that they should probably talk about it.

So he's (reluctantly) prepared to do that later, when they can easily understand one another, but then Emil decides that he has something to say right now. ...Ah. Well. At least he's still close! And staring at him in that silly way of his, which Lalli decides to tolerate as long as he keeps receiving a small kiss every now and again. It's just, you know, a bit hard to focus on the words he's saying? Lalli doesn't want to pull back at all, but he tilts his head to the side, eyes watching Emil's mouth easily shape these strange words as he tries to decipher as many as he can. I—well, Emil—, um... likes... him...

...That shouldn't be a surprise, considering how they've been locked together for several minutes now, but Lalli still freezes for a moment when he gets the meaning. Likes? Likes very much. Onni likes him, and Tuuri liked him, and yet this is a different type of like, he thinks. Something entirely new! Ah, but as pleased as he is to hear Emil say that, he should probably say something back, shouldn't he—]

I like you, too, [he murmurs, in Finnish, before coming in with a quick, chaste kiss of his very own.] Very much.

[He's never been very good at thinking of things to say, but shamelessly repeating Emil's line in his own language feels like the best thing to do here. And who cares about that, anyway? Because look, Emil—there's a trace of a smile on Lalli's lips as he pulls back, so small that if you blink you might just miss it.]

[Oh, they're going to talk the hell out of it. Emil just assumes this, because they can talk when they're asleep, so surely they're going to-- and then just dream-hold hands in silence, probably. That sounds like par for the course. But he's not thinking about that right now, of course. Lalli is kind of looking at him like this thing he's saying is... news? Brand new information?

And okay, so Emil would probably react the same way if Lalli had said it first, but come on. Luckily the Finn gibberish and sweet little kiss come in time to stop Emil from being a brat and demanding a real response, and he meets Lalli's teeny tiny smile with a huge smile of his own. Who needs dream talking when half-comprehensible mumbling is working out so well??]

Well I'm a find, so of course you do! [emil. okay, he controls himself to be a little more soft--] But, honestly— I'm glad.

["I'm glad" is the only real thing that Lalli understands here, and that, my friend, is a blessing. Oh, the shift in tone was definitely hard to miss, but let's be real: he's too dazzled by the smile to spend too much time wondering what that first was all about. Emil is glad, Emil is smiling, and everything is... almost too much, but in a good way.]

Mmm.

[Or: "I am, too." Lalli squirms a bit, finally releasing Emil's poor, stretched shirt as he settles more comfortably against him. Maybe they'll kiss more! Maybe they'll sit quietly! Maybe they'll trek back to Reynir's house and poke at some weird food!! He has no real plan here, but that's okay, he supposes. Being with Emil is even better now than it was before.

But... hmm. He lifts his newly free hand and taps a finger against Emil's cheek, studying him. Yeah, he's still here!]

Were you worried?

[Like, he was worried, okay? He was very worried, but he doesn't want to just up and say that. Please understand this Finnish...]

[Hi, yes, that's his face? Emil may like him very much but he has a limit for being poked, proceed with care. He probably knows "worried" if only from a troll-hunting context, so he can piece together the rest of this question... Was he worried? Well, duh, of course he was-- Having only one friend and then wanting to kiss him a lot is something anyone would worry about!

Probably. He doesn't really know. So.]

I was more before you started kissing me for no reason! [That was very helpful, in the grand scheme of things!! But also very bad for his tiny, infant heart. Relax. His brow furrows, considering... the Finnish... there's no chance in hell he'll get "I was scared you would think I was weird or something" right, so, plan B.]

I was, uh, distraction. [.......no, that's his best.]

[It's a tap, not a poke! But dang, listen to that amazing attempt at Finnish. Lalli gives him a slightly unimpressed look before lightly patting him on the shoulder, because he didn't need to understand any of that earlier Swedish to know that, yes, Emil was worried. About the same stuff that he i—was worried about? Well, that's still up in the air, but at least he knows that he wasn't completely alone. Maybe worrying about losing your one friend is something that everything goes through!

...Distraction, though. Distraction. He places his hands in his lap, not quite sure what to do with them when they're not kissing, and thinks about the days spent pondering why Emil's smile made his chest feel like it was going to explode. There is but one conclusion to be drawn here:]

...You should have distracted me.

[He knows that Emil is going to get, like, none of that, but he's been tormented for days—weeks!—and it wasn't very fun.]

[Yeah, Emil gets "you" and "me" out of that, and because he is a dingus, and because Lalli is usually making faces at him like that, he can only conclude that the unimpressed look is just standard fare and actually, that Finn gibberish is something very cute. So, assuming that Lalli is just being cute at him, Emil grins and squeezes around his waist again. Let him hug in peace.]

I don't know what exactly that means, but maybe?

[Ha... look, this isn't his fault.]

["Maybe!" Hmph. There's that unimpressed Look again, because aside from the wonderful we-like-one-another-very-much moment, is there any point to talking? There are a handful of other Things they need to (possibly) discuss one of these days, true, but everything was perfectly fine when they weren't saying a single thing a few minutes before; plus he's used to keeping most things to himself, anyway, so! So. Feel free to squeeze him closer like that, Emil, even if he's still not sure what he should be doing. Hugging... back?

He considers this for a moment, seriously mapping this entire thing out in his mind before twisting around to... try to loosen Emil's grip? Which probably isn't the best thing to do with absolutely zero warning, so he forces himself to look back at Emil and try his hand at Swedish:]

Not... [tch!] ...long? Minute.

[Apparently talking does have its advantages, but they need to work on expressing time. Anyway: let him go, please!]

Edited (i can't read) 2018-12-07 05:10 (UTC)

Uh, what-- [Boy, please, let him rock snuggle. It is truly a tragedy for Lalli and only Lalli that Emil is not a twig and his grip remains stalwart with minimal effort in the face of this... struggle. This wiggling around and tugging on him, which takes him a second to parse.]

Oh-- sorry, you don't appreciate that? Um, hmm-- [How can he just not hug!! He compromises by letting go of Lalli with one arm, raising that hand to wiggle his fingers for emphasis that he's Let Go while his other hand lingers vaguely by Lalli's waist. See? Not squeezing! He's cooperating! Please tell him this is what "not long minute" actually meant to convey because he understood the words and that's as far as he got. They need to work on complete sentences, too...]

Like this? What do you want to do?

[The truth... is that Lalli could have formed a simple sentence there if he'd tried, but he's in a hurry! Plus he's already put so much effort forth today, so please, just trust him. Quietly. That is an awful lot of Swedish being hurled his way...]

Pfh!

[But okay, okay. Being held with one arm is not as helpful as being cut loose, but Lalli is flexible enough to make this work; he just has to, you know push himself back, almost to the point of falling, in order to make room for him to sling one leg over and around Emil as he turns to fully face him. It's a tedious, graceless process, but after a bit more maneuvering: there. Now he's straddling instead of sitting side-saddle, which is... something to think about, perhaps, but he focuses on slipping his arms over Emil's shoulders and leaning in once again. Being close is better when he doesn't have to stay all twisted around! Now he can easily return a hug in full.

...Or, like, tilt his head against one arm just to press a quick kiss to the side of Emil's neck? Because after a split-second's consideration, that's what he does.]

[Whoa okay there's a lot of leg stuff happening here all of a sudden!! Emil sputters, half surprised and half wondering if Lalli is going to topple backwards off his lap, and he leans back a little himself to avoid getting, like, kneed in the face or something. It's very delicate, this leg action...

But now Lalli is really-for-real straddling his lap, and Emil looks faintly amazed about this reality as he slides his other arm back around Lalli's waist again. Oh. Oh yeah, that's different, that's markedly different from the other position--!! And kissing his neck, god, it's a wonder he hasn't exploded.

Instead he makes a genuinely dumb noise, like "buhh," and tilts his head the other way. Helpfully. You know, in case Lalli wants to do that again with less of Emil's hair all in his face. If he really wants.]

Okay, this is... new. [It's all new, but this is newer. He thinks about it, then trails his fingers from Lalli's lower back up his spine, idly. All the way up... and all the way down. Fun!]

[Next time he gestures for you to let go of him, Emil, maybe you should listen!! It's fine, though; this all worked out just fine, and Lalli is prepared to sit here for a few minutes, half-listening to whatever is said to him as he decides whether or not he enjoys sitting like this.

Answer: Probably, which bumps up to a yes when he hears that dumb noise, and then leaps all the way up to a definitely the very second Emil's fingers begin working their way up his spine. Ah, but that's—it's a surprise that causes him to twitch, to exhale sharply against Emil's exposed neck before instinct propels him to go in for another kiss. And then another? And then another, this one so desperate that he winds up raking his teeth across the skin. Yes, this is very new indeed... and also very sloppy, but hopefully the excitement more than makes up for the lack of finesse. Lalli just wants more! Of everything! Dunk him in a chilly stream.]

[This is no longer a Christian side-hug, damn, Lalli. Or: Emil is so mystified by the simplest act of kissing his neck that of course he makes no move to dunk Lalli anywhere or do much of anything to curb his thirst, as it were. Now who is the messy one...

Ah, but, teeth--]

Hah, Lalli— [watch those chompers!!! This is all from Emil, a vague murmur of Lalli's name while he continues his casual exploration of Lalli's back. He may be skinny, but there are so many places for Emil to put his hands, so here he goes. Every, like, second or third press of Lalli's mouth against his neck kind of makes him fumble like he's forgotten how to move his fingers up and down, but that's Lalli's fault so he should take responsibility.]

[Oh, and there it is—his name. The hands kind-of-sort-of running up and down his back are a nice, shivery sort of distraction, yes, but something about hearing Emil say his name like that makes him feel... proud? Pleased, certainly, and he pauses a moment, lips still pressed to Emil's neck as he hums approvingly once more. It's one of those things he didn't know that he wanted until he did, but now... yes, now he wants to hear his name again, or listen to Emil make more dumb noises. Something. He's figuring this out as it happens.

So back to kissing he goes, trying not to miss a beat as he pulls his arm out from under his head and wonders what, exactly, to do with it. Hand back on the chest? He lays it there for a moment, but... no, no. That's been done before; that won't get the reaction he's hoping for, which is why he slides it down and around to Emil's hip, fingers working their way under the hem until he's able to slip his hand right under the shirt. There! Now he can touch Emil's side just like Emil has been touching his, but instead of feeling a stupid shirt, he gets to press his hand against warm skin. His hand is probably cold? He's not the slightest bit sorry about it.]

[Humming against his neck? That's practically obscene... Emil resists the urge to squirm a little if only because Lalli is sitting in his lap still and he is enjoying all of this new and exciting attention, so. This is the price of making out.

That said, Lalli's hand is quite cold actually thank you, the suddenness of cold hand on skin making him sort of involuntarily sit up straighter and sputter. Hello!! Whoa!!]

Lalli, I just said— [Maybe not "just" but he did say those needy hands were cold, like, a few minutes ago. He's sticking to it, but also, don't... not touch him? Hmm.] Warn me next time!

[Boy... He pauses, figuring this is a thing worth trying to say in Finnish, so:] Next time, say a thing. Go ahead.

[Aha! There's his name again, even if the way in which it was said was not exactly ideal. And that reaction... well, as into this as Lalli clearly is, the little jump still causes him to finally break away from Emil's neck and pull back just far enough to see his face. Too much? Ah, wait, he's seen that expression before; it means that he's trying to find the right Finnish words, so—

—so say a thing, apparently. Huh. Lalli's brow furrows for a second, but only for a second; then his face smooths right back over as he pulls his other arm—the one still resting on Emil's shoulder—back between them. If that's how Emil wants this to go, then that's how this is going to go! Almost. Just give him a moment to bring that hand down to Emil's other side, to hover right there by the bottom of his shirt before Lalli offers a very simple:]

Cold.

[Aaaaand then that hand is sliding under the shirt and up to Emil's ribcage! Quickly, too, because hey—he told Lalli to say a thing. Love him.]

[Emil looks at Lalli looking at him and thinks, yes, of course, they've made a breakthrough of understanding here— and it seems like they have enough, because he knows that smug look well enough by now to know that Lalli is going to do something. Cold, he says, ah—]

Wait, hold on— [Just saying "cold" doesn't make his hands less cold!! Emil plucks at the back of Lalli's shirt, like that will help or slow down his greedy hands or something, but it's too late. He does the exact same sputtering jolt thing as a moment ago, this time a little more indignant than surprised.

He manages to be indignant for all of a few seconds before he's somehow super endeared, because that's what Lalli's dumb smug face needs-- encouragement. Emil's sputter ends in a laugh and he slides one hand around to grab Lalli's elbow before he gets cold hands all over. Boy!!]

You know that's not what I meant!

[Yes, he knows, but he also knows that Emil's laugh means that risky move was well worth it. How many people does he want to actually amuse? How many people does he pat and preen and learn stupid Swedish words for, just because he likes to see them smile? Answer: only one, and it just so happens to be the person he's looking at right now. Hmm.

But even though he's feeling disgustingly soft and it possibly shows on his face, he still gives Emil a little shrug—one that clearly means, "Did I know that? Maybe."—before leaning closer to plant a quick peck on Emil's cheek. An apology kiss? A victory kiss? He can take it as he will, but Lalli's hands are staying right where they are. Emil is nice and toasty... getting warm is the real prize.]

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