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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[ilves]

[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.]

[illequipped]

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.]

[ilves]

[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.]

[illequipped]

[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.]

[ilves]

[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...]

[illequipped]

[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...]

[ilves]

[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...]

[illequipped]

[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...

[ilves]

[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.]

[illequipped]

[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!!]

[ilves]

[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.]

[illequipped]

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!]

[ilves]

[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.]

[illequipped]

[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!!!]

[ilves]

[Lalli likes everything that Emil is doing in this trash can, truth be told, especially now that shirtless Emil is apparently an option? A possibly nerve-racking one, if that shaky voice is anything to go by, but Lalli's hand still twitches against his side as he considers what's up for grabs here if he really wants to go for it. More warmth! More skin to touch... and, well, to kiss. Thrilling...

...It's quite a thing to think about, even while a certain someone distracts him by fumbling with his comfortable, practical tunic while whining all about it. This baby!! Never mind the fact that he, too, needed help with an annoying piece of clothing; that was (somehow) very different from this, which is why it is perfectly acceptable for him to softly bite that spot where Emil's neck meets his shoulder. Hey? Stop.]

Yours is worse. [Of course he's thinking about the collar on that vest! So unnecessary. But seeing as how mumbling against his neck isn't going to help here, everything is paused once more as Lalli pulls his hand out from under Emil's shirt—sad!—and reaches down to take care of his own. What is he doing? Loosening his belt one-handed? Easy enough, even at this weird angle, and yet, after a brief pause:] ...Am I supposed to take mine off, too?

[That requires more moving, and preparing to be touched in strange-but-exciting new places, and probably telling Emil that, yes, that "too" at the end there obviously means that he should take off his stupid shirt without being asked, but... hrnngh. It would be worth the effort.]

[illequipped]

[Ah, biting? Biting?? Emil quits fidgeting and just rests his hands where they are with a little wordless grumble; don't bite him instead of using real people words, please! He's delicate.

Thanks for helping with the horrible, ugly belt though—] Hmm, what?

[Emil immediately stops paying attention to his own whiny issue in a split second, naturally. He even has to pause and look back up at Lalli's face, since his gaze went right down toward the inconvenient belt once Lalli started tugging on it. Hi, yes? Oh-]

Well, if you want? It's fine, I've already—uhhhh, [don't say "seen you more or less naked," do not, decontamination baths are Not Attractive] —that is, I... will. Already.

[Take his shirt off, specifically, he supposes? It's suddenly a distraction tactic to avoid what an awkward moron he is, and sadly he has to let go of Lalli for it, but! Shirt! There's barely any room in here to move but there is enough to at least wiggle his hands down to the hem of his own shirt, ready to somehow make this happen. He hasn't even taken his arms out of the vest yet, it's a work in progress.]

[ilves]

[Why bother with words when a bite works so well? That's Lalli being efficient, which is, you know, the complete opposite of Emil stumbling his way through what are quite possibly the lamest sentences of all time. Like, Lalli understands each and every word, but as to what is actually being said here...

Well, he picks up one thing: Emil's shirt is apparently coming off, and he promptly props himself up a bit higher so that Emil can do what he needs to do without worrying about him getting in the way. He will deal with his own shirt dilemma... later, perhaps, but for now, he's fine with watching Emil puzzle this out! ...Or, um, struggle this out? Huh. Lalli's brows sink lower and lower the longer this pathetic display continues, until finally he just reaches up to tug on that froufrou collar.]

...This first. [So stupid?? In a good way?? He inexplicably wants to kiss this idiot, but instead he slips his hand down to Emil's arm, considering tugging it free—just like someone always yanks him out of his scouting uniform—before settling for a thoughtful hum. When there's something you like, but someone you like even more...] But only if you want to? Not if it makes you nervous again.

[Again, like that feeling came and went, but! He's trying!]

[illequipped]

Oh, yes. [Ha ha, that Emil, bumbling his way through everything...! He lets go of his shirt to properly wiggle his arms out of the vest, which involves only a little bonking his elbows into the metal sides here, then looks at Lalli again as he's still talking. Ah-- he's being sweet and considerate! Truly, Lalli is the worthiest boy... Well, he's already out of the vest, but he takes a split second to evaluate his Nerves Quotient.]

I think I'm getting the hang of it.

[Barely, anyway, but baby steps are enough. Lalli giving him an easy escape, as it were, actually helps him not need one at all! The rush of affection he suddenly feels is so much better than worrying and he wants to hold onto that feeling instead, reaching up to touch Lalli's cheek and nudge him down into a kiss. His boy!! So good!!]

Now then, if you'll excuse me for just a moment— [Excuse more wiggling and elbow-smacking, he means, since he is determined to get this shirt up and over his head. Far outside the realm of terrifying things like relationships and physical intimacy it is Emil's opinion that he is super good-looking all the way down and it would be a horrible crime to deprive Lalli of this, hm, viewing experience. Somehow he can be both anxious and like this at the same time, but don't think too much about it, because the shirt is going. Help him fix his hair...]

[ilves]

[Lalli could fix the mess that is Emil's hair. It's something that would more than likely earn him another kiss, which he is very much in favor of, but here's the thing: who has time to worry about fluffed-up hair when there are suddenly so many other things to focus on? Certainly not Lalli. He's never given much thought as to what other people might look like underneath their clothing; he's barely even wondered about Emil, thanks to both his own stupidity and the skintight turtlenecks they've worn for weeks, but now that he's staring down at all of this bare skin...]

—Ah.

[Look, speaking is far too complicated when there are so many things running through his mind at one time. He knew that he liked Emil? He knew that he liked various things about Emil, like his smile, and his eyes, and yes, even his hair, but despite all of the heavy petting that's been going on, he never realized how much he liked, um, everything else. Emil is just so different! More muscular, for one thing. That's never been a particular point of interest, but as Lalli brushes his fingers against Emil's shoulder, slowly trailing them over his chest and down toward his stomach, it's... something new to appreciate. Silently.

This just in: local idiot realizes that his more-than-a-friend is actually very, very attractive, and he's not entirely sure what to do about it.]

[illequipped]

[Okay, Emil will fix his own hair, one-handed while he shoves his shirt to the side with the other. Vanity, even now, is crucial. Lalli can stare all he likes while Emil fidgets around a bit more and settles his hair issue— in fact, he encourages it. This thing, being pretty and wonderful to look at, he's very confident about; years spent being the precise shape and squishiness of a dumpling have given him an acute awareness of just how super great he looks now... Thanks for noticing, Lalli.

Of course, there's noticing and then there's touching him like that, just barely, like the fact that he has skin at all to bare is totally brand new, and that is... different. He watches Lalli's face, waiting for this, ah, awed silence to turn into something else, whatever it may be.

But it seems like he might be waiting a while, so!!]

Sooo... [tell him he's pretty.] Are you still paying attention?

[Earth to boy, are you in there?? He's thirsty for compliments.]

[ilves]

[Obviously he's paying attention, Emil! Obviously! Staring is a habit he's never really thought twice about, even when Tuuri was around to fuss at him for it; there's nothing embarrassing about studying people, and yet—hmm, yes, there is something almost sheepish about the way his eyes snap up to Emil's face... a solid second or so after he begins speaking. Caught with his hand in the cookie jar!

...Ah, well. There are several ways to handle this? One of which involves telling Emil exactly what he wants to hear, but even though that's the truth, does he want to slowly smother to death in this tight space as Emil's ego inflates even further...]

Mmm. You... have more muscle than I do. [An easy thing to admit as his eyes drift back down Emil's torso, as his fingers begin tracing meaningless patterns along Emil's poor, defenseless side, before he adds:] Now I know why you always fall through things.

[Because stronger people are heavy! This is just a simple fact! ...Anyway, hopefully he has time to dip down and kiss Emil's collarbone before this dream up and ends. He's thirsty, too!!!]

[illequipped]

[Ah yes, talk about his muscle and then hit him with the embarrassing "falls into and/or makes holes a lot, dingus" facts... That's romance. Emil could try to be cool and casual in response to that, but Lalli's fingers against his skin hold his attention in a brand new, kind of shivery way, so hold on-- processing.]

Aha. And why I can lift more things, yes.

[It's called biology, duh!! Emil doesn't know what biology is, but it's called that!! Emil takes the opportunity, when Lalli ducks down, to finally get his hands under Lalli's terrible, but less so without the belt, shirt. Just a little bit, one hand staying on his waist while the other slides up Lalli's back.

But hang on, he has one more genius question.]

...I didn't suddenly take my shirt off in my sleep, you know, out there, did I?

[ilves]

[Probably... not, but Lalli still pauses, actually giving a tiny amount of thought to that ridiculous question as he adjusts to this new sensation. Other people touching him without asking for permission? No! Emil touching him as he pleases? Touching his bare skin? It's still very new for him, but... it's not bad. Not bad at all...

But right, right—his dumb boy's dumb concern.]

...Maybe?

[Look, he's not an all-knower! He has no idea what's going on out there, which is probably going to lead to more nervous worrying. Maybe more questions? Ugh. He's a selfish creature; he wants Emil to focus on him instead of freaking out about other things, which is why he finally pops back up to give him a Look.]

Stop talking.

[And thinking, honestly. Just kiss him instead, because that's what Lalli leans in for as he continues idly trailing his fingers across Emil's skin.]

[illequipped]

[Thanks for letting him get handsy, he enjoys being the Favorite(tm). Less thanks for this not-so-encouraging answer to his very serious question... What if he wakes up with no shirt! How will he explain that! Everyone's going to think he's a weird person who sleep-undresses and he'll never be able to shake that image, ever.

It's very serious. He frowns up at Lalli in a way that definitely conveys all of this very succinctly and accurately, tapping his fingers against his spine. Take him seriously...]

Well— hmm. [One kiss, freely given, in exchange for one more thing he has to say,] I just don't want any of those farm people to bother me!

[Valid concern!! But okay, okay, he's here and focused and shutting up, tilting his face up for another kiss. He'll continue his very casual exploration of Lalli's back in the meantime, hand moving more slowly really just because he can't see what he's doing... It's working out.]

[ilves]

[Lalli half-heartedly hums against Emil's lips, agreeing with the need to avoid their hosts at all costs... but really, who's going to bother him about a shirt that may or may not get flung across a room in the middle of the night? Emil is so weird.

But he's a very likable type of weird, especially when he's running a hand along Lalli's back at such a goosebump-inducing pace. ...Huh. Lalli is so, so warm, and yet he shivers lightly, hand drifting back up to Emil's chest as he works to deepen this kiss. Slowly, though. Languidly, because as thirsty as he is, he's too busy focusing on what's going on beneath his shirt to go charging ahead with anything right now. That hand needs to go up—no, go down—no, brush over his spine at that exact spot for a second time, something hopefully made clear by the way Lalli's back tenses for just a moment before he all but sinks down into him. Don't make him use words.]