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highly new, slightly improved open post

assorted morons

optional prompts/ideas

☆ 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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[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!!!]

[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.]

[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.]

[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!]

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...]

[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.]

[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.]

[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!!!]

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Everyone will bother him, he's convinced. But focus instead on how he's convinced to shut up at last, at least for the time being, taking his sweet time as usual to pick up on the fact that Lalli has very specific silent reactions to where he puts his hands.

Look, he actually shuts his eyes to kiss, and he'd only be able to see Lalli's head anyway, so it's not even his fault that his attention is divided! There's kissing! And Lalli's hands!! Emil's fumbling is therefore excused, and the way his hand movement kind of stutters and then goes back to that sweet spot when he catches on is part of his charm. He presses just that much more with his fingertips, to be sure; this, yes? Here??]

[Yes, yes, that is the spot, and everything is indeed excused the second a bit more pressure is applied to it. There! The familiar shuddery sensation returns, somehow amplified, and it's almost enough to cause Lalli to pull away from this kiss. ...Almost, but he catches himself at the last second, leans back in with a surprisingly sharp roll of his hips, because... well. He wants to continue working his way down? To plant a new trail of kisses from Emil's jawline to Emil's chest, where Lalli's hand is currently skimming over every available dip and divot, but he also desperately wants to enjoy this for a while longer. Keep giving him goosebumps! Keep searching for other places to touch...]

[So demanding?? Emil hums into the kiss, almost like he's laughing again, but he's miraculously not unraveling from nerves this time. He's somewhere between that and just plain smug now that he's found another spot to make Lalli react like that. Yes, he's sooo good at kissing and so on, the best even... He wraps his other arm all the way around Lalli's waist, tugging him down closer, stay here while his other hand creeps up higher, almost to his shoulders before skimming back down his side instead. That makes him feel like his brain is turning into jelly, will it also work on Lalli...?!]

[Hey, hey, hey! There is a difference between being touched and being manhandled, even though the end result is acceptable. There's still something stupidly exciting about knowing that he's wanted this close—that he has no real problem being this close—but that doesn't stop him from squirming, hand pressing against Emil's chest as he briefly tries to reclaim the tiniest sliver of space. It's the principle of the matter! He does as he pleases, and right now that involves—

—staying, ah... right where he is? Yes. Definitely staying right where he is, a light, surprised noise escaping from the back of his throat as Emil's hand slides down his side, because that feels ticklish in the best possible way. It shouldn't. Not at all, seeing as how he shies away from even the mildest of ticklish sensations...

...Hmm. There are a few seconds of peace before Lalli begins squirming yet again, but forget pushing Emil away; he simply wants to wiggle his way upward, to continue kissing Emil as he slips one hand into his hair and sends the other trailing back down his side. The opposite side this time. Is this move still effective the third or so time around? Lalli doesn't know, but he's going to keep that light pressure going all the way down to Emil's hip.]

[Okay, squirming is one thing, but doing it and then just staying right there and smooching him still is just teaching Emil that his manhandling is the correct thing to do in the end. Nice one, Lalli, now he'll be smug about it. Later, when they're awake, and he'll deserve it when Lalli surely shoves his face away a dozen times, but! Worth it!!

But ah, yes, that wandering hand is just as effective no matter where it goes. Emil makes a noise in his throat, surprised in the best way. He rolls his hips up eagerly- more of that, please and thank you, more pressure, more hand— Emil indulges with another drag up Lalli's side, higher this time, taking advantage of the wiggle room to slide his hand between them and over Lalli's chest. Hmm, skinny boy... accept more manhandling.]

[So their more-than-a-friendship is only going to last a day and a half? Sad.

Anyway, as much as Lalli enjoys calling the shots, maybe being manhandled—by Emil—isn't such a terrible thing. The hand on his chest elicits a sharp intake of breath, but it's fine; he likes the feel of it pressed anywhere along his bare skin, especially when Emil moves beneath him in an almost dizzying sort of way. Ah, that's... something. Something that causes Lalli to grind right down against him, just once, before his hand scrabbles up Emil's hip to reach the waistband of his pants. This is a dream? Even Lalli is dimly aware that taking things further here and now is probably, hmm, not the best idea, but he still shifts his weight to one side, fingers running along that border between fabric and skin as he considers tracing it all the way back to Emil's stomach. Over, and down...

Well, he could. He certainly wants to, and yet, for the first time in this trashcan, Lalli pulls back from the kiss... and hesitates. Read his mind as he stares right at you, Emil. Gosh.]

[He's earned a whole ten minutes of being smug, thanks. The sacrifices he's made here, mostly his own dignity... Pity-smug is what he deserves.

Regardless, once again he's abruptly surprised by Lalli's reaction to him, so it's right back to buffoon level of processing for Emil. That's... good, yes, the way he moves is very good, that gets another muffled sound out of him. He slips his hand up a little further, skimming over Lalli's collarbone, stalled only by how much of this terrible shirt he's got bunched up here now instead of sensibly taken off and abandoned like his own shirt--

And oh, fingers. Emil blinks up at Lalli vaguely, because of course he does, then sort of shifts a little to glance down toward the hand going... places... Aha. Hmm. Is this the line? Are there big letters flashing above their heads spelling STOP?? It's been barely a day!]

Lalli— [woops he thought about it, not even dreams can stop him from blushing like a fool, oh no] Don't just stare. Say something!

[Maybe some people have more sense than to take off their shirt inside a trashcan? Or maybe they're just not worrying about it at all. But ugh, how is he supposed to say what he's thinking. "I think I know what I want, but I'm less sure about what you want... and anyway, even if we do want the same thing, we can't keep going here? Because this can end at any time, and because you don't like this place. I don't think it's bad, but even though you're not whining about it, you still think it's bad, and I kind of care about what you like, so—"

Condensing all of that down into as few words as possible is a process, you see. It's why he remains silent for a few seconds longer, hand drifting up to splay against Emil's stomach as he thinks. Warm! ...Plus it's nice to catch his breath, to look at Emil from this angle for a little while longer, but some things... are best kept quiet.]

I... don't know how much longer we have. Until we wake up.

[You know, considering that they have no idea what time it actually is out there, this is true? Very true. Onni or Sigrun or some weird sheep person could shake them awake at any hour of the morning, which is reason alone to stop things from getting too out of hand. God forbid that Emil, like, rolls right out of his bed... this is why sleeping on the floor is ideal.]

[Listen Lalli, it would not be that hard to just say all of those words in that order, or at least most of them. Emil is a good listener! He could interpret the abridged version, probably! It might be better than this strange not-quite-tension, because there's definitely a tension of its own kind between them, but it's not... He's lit up like an ancient stoplight, yes, but he's not entirely uncomfortable? Certain parts of him are very adamant about not making it weird as he is wont to do, so, uh, congratulations! He's trying his best.

But okay, Lalli has made... a point. Emil hums and slides his hand around to Lalli's back, where new and exciting things like touching bare skin are a little less intense. As for the point, Emil's train of thought is simpler than Lalli's, somehow: yes, doing whatever happens to feel best at any given time would be nice, even great!! But surely some arbitrary social rule concerning the timing would frown upon that, or... whatever.

Also the trash can thing.]

We are in the same house, you know. [Not that-- not that any kind of untoward fumbling without enough vocabulary between them is a great idea, but!!] Uh, that is to say, you don't have to look so troubled about it!

[Yes? He totally did the correct mind reading and got to the heart of the issue, right? So accurately, he's sure. He taps his fingers, considering for another moment before tugging Lalli to get back down here. Dream cuddle him now, thirst later.]

Come here. This is enough, isn't it? [please, he doesn't need another insecurity!!]

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