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[Oh!! A whole thank you!! That's his very sweet boy, displaying basic human manners like a pro. Emil remembers being told not to make this particular thing weird, so he's not, he isn't-- he smiles and leans in to press a kiss to Lalli's forehead instead. There, see? No weirdness, only affection.]

Thank you, too. [He's looking forward to this Big Date already... truly he will never get any proper deep sleep. Now he's thinking about that, actually--] Am I going to be tired if I don't sleep in here? You've been in these things more than me.

[This forehead kiss is a much more acceptable response than the last one! Maybe, just maybe, he'll try thanking Emil again in the waking world, but he files that away for further consideration and lightly shakes his head.]

No. You aren't doing anything here.

[On many levels. How Emil winds up in these lucid dreams with him, Lalli has no idea, but it's just... another dream for him? At least, that's what he thinks. He could always discuss this at-length with Onni, just to get a more experienced mage's opinion, but—well, as long as it's not harming anyone or anything, then...

...Hmm. Lalli reaches back up to lightly touch Emil's cheek, brow knitting together as he studies his face as best he can in the dark. Is that concern? Possibly!!]

Do you feel tired now?

[You know, Emil has largely shelved the "how did I get in here and why" issue as something he just doesn't need to know, immediately. It would confuse him if someone could explain it, anyway! And the company is good-- if he were stuck in here with Reynir, he'd have some complaints to share.

But sure, not doing anything... just lying in a trash can that isn't real. He frowns, thinking about it, because being tired is a serious thing that needs careful consideration...? Whatever.]

Nnno, I don't think so. It took me so long to fall asleep in the first place.

[One day, Reynir will barge into one of their dream dates and turn it into an absolute nightmare. Count on that. Anyway, though: Not being tired is a sign that everything both inside and outside of this dream is probably fine, and Lalli hums, apparently satisfied, before settling his hand in that neat little crook between Emil's neck and shoulder. Warm...]

Why? [So asketh the person who is used to falling asleep at the drop of a hat.] You were yawning during dinner.

[Yeah, he was watching.]

[Reynir is banned in advance, despite not knowing that this thing happens at all - he's banned. Emil will find a door purely to slam it in his face and it will be very satisfying. He draws another wiggly shape on Lalli's back, thinking.]

I— oh. Really? [Caught......] Well, ummm— I was thinking about you later on, so...

[Local boy thinks about crush and can't sleep, news as story develops.]

[Thinking about him when he's not around is a strangely pleasant thing to hear about, but... hmm, yeah, Lalli's definitely going to need some more details here. He thought about Emil after dinner, too, and he still managed to fall asleep just fine?? Huh.]

...About me, [he repeats, ending that sentence with a hum as he tries to draw the Accurate Conclusion™. Unable to fall asleep even though he was tired, strangely broken up sentences as he tries to explain—aha.] You were worried. ...About the goodnight kiss?

[Or about all of the other kisses? Look, Emil feels a doki for Lalli and has a difficult time falling asleep; Lalli feels a doki for Emil and sprints all across the countryside. They're just so different.]

[This is his favorite interrogation, cool. He raises an eyebrow-- worried, well...]

No, not that. I wanted to see you! And yes, I was thinking about kissing, but I was... [hmmmnnh] excited, not worried.

[Don't even try to roast him for this, thirsty forest hands.]

[...Oh. Well. Excited is great; excited is something that Lalli fully understands, and he feels a strange little thrill as he realizes that he was the cause of it for someone else—no, for Emil. Hey, it's a real shame that he had a hard time falling asleep? That's sad? But the thought of Emil lying awake, thinking of what they did and what they've yet to do, is something that Lalli decides he likes very, very much, because he is both thirsty and needy. No roasts here.]

...Mmm. Good. [Good that he's not worried! Good that nothing's wrong? Good that he's thinking about the same things as Lalli, but instead of explaining any of this, Lalli tips up his chin a bit as he gives Emil a satisfied little look.] You should kiss me more tomorrow.

[A beat, and then... wait, wait, consider this:]

Or now.

[Now and tomorrow? Yes. Anyway, please whine about this dream trash can being unsuitable and gross and weh, weh, weh...]

[Hmm, no roast? He's honestly expecting another judgmental Lalli Look at least, so for Lalli to just go ahead and approve instead is-- something else. There's a whole jumble of who's thinking about who thinking about them but the fact remains that Lalli says good and demands kisses, and Emil's stomach turns over from a nervous kind of excitement yet again. It's back. Oh boy.

But also this is the trash.]

Ah— in here? [He already kissed him in here, he should have met his quota... Buuut those little pecks were not the kind of kissing they seem to be talking about now.] Can we at least crawl out of the trash? Then I'll be happy to kiss you until morning.

[Happy to kiss him... ah. That's a wonderful thing to hear, something that makes him feel fifty things at once, but please, Emil, get with this trashy romance? Partly because the dream version of this thing isn't that bad, mostly because... well. Lalli lifts his head, shifting around a bit to actually look at that very familiar lid.]

...I don't know if we can. [He pauses, considering the possible outcomes before he simply huffs. Dreams...] If we try to leave, we might end this dream and go back to our own.

[Blocked by the inner workings of his own mind! Damn!!]

Oh.

[Stuck in the trash... This is the worst. Emil glances toward the lid himself, frowning slightly - just how much does he want to kiss, that he will agree to trash kissing??

Well he wouldn't be fooling anyone if he said he wasn't in the mood for it after his too-excited-to-sleep bit, so.] Nnnnh-- alright! But tomorrow, I get to pick where! Now then, come here.

[Deal? Deal. He shifts to lean on one elbow and press his other hand insistently against Lalli's back to make it very clear what he means; come here, really get in there, ready yourself for smooching.]

[This is exactly what Lalli wants, and yet he fixes Emil with a flat look as he stubbornly refuses to move. ...For now, anyway. Listen, Emil, he likes you very much, but to go from whining to demanding... pfft. Pfft!]

You picked a place today and it was terrible.

[A place for talking, sure, but remember those scenic mud puddles? Yeah, that was some grade-A scouting, but before Emil can, like, pull his hand away and start sputtering some weak defense, Lalli abruptly scoots over to close the (admittedly small) distance between them. Hi. Hello. This is slightly different than awkwardly perching in Emil's lap, but he's just as solid and as warm as Lalli remembered; a hand presses against Emil's chest, then snakes up to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as Lalli tries to pull Emil right down to him.]

I was in a hurry!

[And that was for... Lalli's... sake? To get him to stop panicking? That's what Emil is going with, not that he'll say it, but he nods as if they've come to an agreement here and everything is settled.]

So— [So!!! Never mind, it seems, since Lalli pulls him down to get right to it and Emil makes a dumb noise before getting his act together and kissing him soundly. In the trash. In a dream, in the trash. You know, maybe he shouldn't think about it? He resolves to Not Think, sliding his hand up Lalli's back to get his fingers up into his hair instead.]

[A hand on his back is nice, but a hand tangled in his hair is better, somehow. Lalli tilts his head into the touch, unconsciously pressing the rest of himself against Emil as he continues kissing just as greedily—and as clumsily—as he had when they were actually awake. Yes, this is what he wants! This will certainly do for now, and he brings his other hand up to curl around the back of Emil's neck. Should he do something about Emil's hair? Maybe tuck it back out of the way?

...Well, probably, but here's the truth: he likes the way Emil's stupid, sparkly hair slips forward to brush against his face. Maybe this will change as the heat between them continues to grow, but for now... hmm, yeah, he focuses on deepening this kiss, enjoying the way this makeshift curtain means the only thing he can really see is Emil's face.]

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[If his hair winds up in someone's mouth by accident, Emil is going to be upset. Upset enough to waste precisely three seconds whining but not too upset to keep kissing, the perfect balance. In the meantime he makes a dumb little noise into the kiss, almost giddily pleased to be pressed so close together, immediately forgetting about the trash...

But they could be even closer, he thinks, and since there aren't any laps available at the moment, maybe Lalli should just, like. Just roll right onto him, that sounds great before he has to manage the logistics of a bunch of limbs moving in a small space, but right now, it sounds great. Emil wiggles his other arm under Lalli with only a smidgen of difficulty and a meaningful nudge. Like, he can lift him. He's capable. But cooperate with his double-psychic communication.]

[He vaguely registers an arm working its way underneath him, but even the nudge goes unnoticed for a while longer, his brain taking its time to process that, oh, that was... a signal to move? Hmph. Pushy, he thinks, somehow both annoyed by and eager for this proposed shift. He likes where he is!

And yet he also likes the idea of Emil underneath him, making stupid noise after stupid noise as he nips his way down his neck. Yeah, that thought is what finally propels him to move, to sling a leg over Emil's hips and attempt to slide right on top of him, but it's not an entirely graceful process; his elbow thumps against the side of the can as he places a steadying hand near Emil's shoulder, head narrowly avoiding the same fate as Lalli pulls back to look at the person he's now hovering above. Just for a second, though. Just long enough to hopefully catch Emil's eye he lowers himself against him.

—Ah, but straddling him like this is better than Lalli even expected? Much better than straddling him on some rock, honestly. Lalli's hips roll downward of their own accord, prompting a quiet hiss to escape him before he leans in to greedily capture another kiss. So maybe it's his turn to make stupid noises...]

[Emil is about to get impatient, which here means just pushier than he already is, when Lalli finally gets with the program and moves. One jumble of limbs later (complete with Emil's dingus-level "uh, be careful" he mutters after Lalli smacks his arm into the side of the can) and he has just enough time to look up at Lalli with the usual amount of affection and nervous delight all over his face. Hello, yes, this is just as good as anticipated-!!

Actually very interesting, and Emil's first dumb noise of many comes just as their lips meet again, his fingers curling tighter in Lalli's hair. They can both make stupid noises, especially if Lalli is going to not just get up on him but also, uh, move. He should stay right where he is and, hmm, feel it out, something Emil conveys brilliantly by dropping his other hand down to rest on Lalli's thigh and squeeze lightly. He isn't exactly an experienced, gifted kisser here, but for a moment his eagerness gets the better of him and he has to stop, laugh breathlessly at himself, and tilt his head up to kiss again. Yes, this is going great, very high approval rating...]

[And there it is—another stupid, perfect noise, one that Lalli continues to focus on even as the sudden grip on his thigh prompts him to rock forward once more. He's running on little more than sheer instinct here, mainly aware that grinding against Emil is good, that it could be even better if he worked out a steady pace, and yet... mmm. Maybe it's because he's just so used to hearing Emil string so many weird words together at one time, but there's something oh-so satisfying about hearing those quiet little sounds Emil keeps making and knowing that he's the cause of them. Even as Emil momentarily breaks away, Lalli wants to duck down with him, eager to hear more.

...Laughter, though? Laughter? It's... well, it's surprisingly nice, but that doesn't make it any less of a surprise to hear; it's why he pushes back against that hand, working to put himself just out of Emil's reach as he blinks down at him in a hazy, unfocused sort of way. He wants to continue kissing him very, very badly! He wants to continue doing other things, as well, but first—]

Why did you laugh?

[What was so FUNNY, Emil?? No, no—his voice is softly curious, because while some things are, you know, easy to figure out when he isn't thinking at all, other things... are not. But he wants to understand! Or try to, anyway, since Emil is involved. Did he do something...]

[Ah, no, come back here... let him get his kiss on... Emil blinks up at him in turn, taking a moment to comprehend that Lalli has said real words instead of making fascinating little noises. It's-- well, is this really the time to stop and have a conversation, while they're pressed together in this particular fashion? Is it?? Even Emil doesn't think so.

But since genuinely all of his patient understanding reserves are set aside for Lalli, alright, words. Talking. He chews his lip for a moment, considering what to say. Aha--]

Uh, that time I was nervous. In a good way! It was good.

[Very good, in fact, emphasized with another squeeze to Lalli's thigh, this one trying to be reassuring... How does he explain any of this with, uh, manners? Hmm. He wiggles his fingers out of Lalli's hair for the time being to smooth over his cheek fondly.]

I just don't want to do something terribly wrong and make a fool of myself, I suppose...

[It's what he gets for laughing out of the blue! Lalli couldn't help but to be curious, which is why he listens so intently, brow furrowing the slightest bit when he hears that bit about Emil somehow making a fool of himself. Why? He doesn't understand everything that Emil does, it's true, but it's just the two of them in this dream trash can. Is he really so worried about what Lalli thinks of him, when Lalli is just, you know, throwing himself right into it, doing his best to figure this stuff out as he goes...

Hmm. Lalli tilts his head into that hand for a moment, enjoying this different sort of feeling, before he leans down to brush his lips against Emil's.]

Don't be stupid, [he murmurs, right against Emil's mouth, because that's rule number one for everything? Just don't do stupid things? And don't be nervous now that the worst part—that awkward running-around-the-countryside part—is over and done with. Lalli isn't the type of person to, uh, verbally reassure someone, but he begins gently pressing a line of kisses over to Emil's cheek, all while his free hand slides up to fiddle with the bow holding Emil's stupid dream cape together. Nervous... pfft. Just help him take this neck-blocking thing off.]

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[Just accept that he's insecure and move on, he'll be fine... He's come a long way from being so worried about what Lalli thinks of him that he'll freak out in public restrooms, so, you know - progress! But old habits die hard, and he can't help wondering if he is doing every little thing just wrong enough to count, a very rational thought. Thanks for the emotional support...

Somehow it works, though; Emil hums and shrugs slightly-- not easy to do while lying down with a boy on top of you, points for effort-- and he's fine! Really, he was fine before Lalli stopped to ask about his laughing, but he's still fine with the... ah... nonverbal sort-of-reassurance that Lalli does not think he's done something dumb besides think he has. Super romantic.]

You have a way with words, Lalli. I'll do my best.

[Smooching him over and over is good, hmm, nice... So nice he takes an extra second to catch on to what Lalli is doing to his fashionable bow, nudging his hand aside then to pull it loose himself. Tada!!]

[Lalli may not be the best at, well, anything involving other people, but when he's dealing with Emil, he tries. ...Most of the time. It's a work in progress, really, but one day he'll (hopefully) learn to say mostly the right things at mostly the right times. Maybe he'll even work on better understanding others' feelings! Whoa!!

For now, though—kisses, because Emil clearly likes them... and because Lalli selfishly likes them, as well. It's easy for Lalli to push aside the collar of the cape-that-is-actually-a-vest once Emil graciously unties it for him, and he quickly does so, making sure to also brush Emil's hair out of the way in the process. There! Now things are back on track; now he can kiss his way down to that newly exposed neck, to lightly nip at it as he begins rocking against Emil in a slow, deliberate motion. He wants... to make Emil react? A vague sort of desire, but it's more than just hoping that Emil keeps making those odd little noises; what he really wants is for Emil to reach for him as hungrily as he's reaching for Emil, because then who has time to think about what foolish thing they may or may not have done? Not them, that's for sure.

Plus there's also the fact that Lalli is just, you know, rather greedy when it comes to Emil's attention, but it's fine; for now, he focuses on keeping a steady rhythm, breath beginning to quicken as he continues kissing and nipping his way down Emil's neck.]

That's my— oh. Oh, yes, carry on.

["That's my sweater," Emil's dumb protest that isn't a protest dies an early death, forgotten entirely in favor of lips against his neck once more. He really needs to pay more attention, maybe keep up with the fact that kissing does not just mean "tenderly on the mouth." There isn't much wait time before he reacts in any case, threading his fingers back into Lalli's hair and otherwise just... freezing for a short moment. Give him a second; he needs a few extra beats to decide what the rest of him should be doing.

Of course, his thoughts have very quickly dwindled to "oh" and "Lalli" and "okay that feels very nice please keep doing it," so what he says is,] Ah— okay.

[Very good, very eloquent. There is hardly any room left for moving in this trash can but there's just enough for Emil to slide his hand from Lalli's thigh to his hip, not to stop him by any means, no way!! But to rock up against him himself, trying (admittedly, clumsily) to match Lalli's pace. Unlike Lalli's persistent staring, Emil has definitely shut his eyes at this point, to avoid completely having to look at dark trash can when he could just as easily focus everything on Lalli, all warm mouth and the press of his hips— it's like he knows what he's doing or something! Attractive!]

[Figuring out what to do here is almost like piecing together a map to... somewhere. Kissing Emil's neck earlier in the day yielded favorable results? Do it again. Grinding against Emil at this particular speed feels good, in a shuddery sort of way? Keep going. Lalli is scouting, in a way, following a basic sort of path as he keeps an eye open for new routes to explore. It's what he's good at.

But only when he's the one making the majority of the moves. Oh, there's something slightly distracting about hearing Emil piece together such short, choppy sentences; it's not enough to interrupt what he's doing, but it's something Lalli adds to the ever-growing list of Things He Likes (When Emil Does Them). Feeling Emil actually move against him, however, is... well, it's also added to the list, placed right at the very top, but it's something else entirely? A genuine surprise, even though it shouldn't be; this is exactly the sort of reaction he was hoping for, and yet something about this new type of pressure that he doesn't control causes him to still, to press himself even closer to Emil's neck as his breath audibly catches in his throat. Yes, more of that...

...After he begins moving once again, of course, rolling against Emil with a touch more urgency than he had before. And his hands! He's dimly aware that he should do more with them than simply use them to steady himself, but what...? Ah. He initially settles for mimicking Emil, sliding one hand down to the other boy's hip until he remembers, oh, right, the thing on the rock. His hand certainly isn't cold this time; surely he's allowed to slip it beneath Emil's shirt and grip the warm skin of his side, all while working to reestablish a steady rhythm.]

[Don't tell Emil that he's a sexy map or he'll have to stop and actually think about that and he'll definitely make it weird. He can handle this in bits and pieces, thrilled every couple seconds by new and exciting things like Lalli stopping to shudder and make little noises of his own, Lalli rocking against him again more, ah, purposefully...? Emil squeezes his hip more tightly, and he is honestly no help at all when it comes to moving in sync, but all that means is he fumbles a bit more than he already was, uneven breathing peppered with little ohs like he's very surprised when their hips connect just so. Lalli likes these dumb sounds, so please enjoy...

And ah, the return of the thirsty forest hands. Emil makes the same sputtering kind of sound he made out in the woods, but this time he doesn't stop him at all. It is a sputter of... approval, or at least the way he shifts to accommodate Lalli's grip is. Yes, please, touch him all over with warm hands, that's very nice--]

If— If you're trying to take my shirt off, you can just say so.

[He says this like he's all smooth, but the tremor in his voice betrays him immediately, of course. Still, he has a spare sweater layer to shield him from dream trash, so who needs a shirt... Should he slide his hand under Lalli's shirt, in the meantime? He'll, uh, try-- how does one actually find the end of this dumb shirt, it's so long, why does he have a shirt belt!! There's so much blind waist-groping going on here.]

Lalli, this outfit is dismal. [It's in his way!!!]

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