[It's comforting and comfortable to be in this situation with Reynir, who feels familiar and safe, and Onni trusts him now, not to judge him when he's vulnerable. Changing isn't particularly vulnerable, but the rest of this whole situation is. Onni has never had romantic feelings for anyone before, and certainly never confessed anything like that to another person. He isn't sure how they're meant to proceed now, or what all of it means, and the hesitation shows clearly in his voice when he asks if they're going to share a bed.
Once Reynir has changed into soft leggings and a long-sleeved shirt, he crawls into bed, and gives Onni's sleeve a tug. It's obvious enough that he knows what he's doing, so Onni follows his lead, moving easily over to the bed and slipping in under the covers. He's shared a bed plenty of times before, with people he was camping with, or with various family members, but never in this context, and so there's a few moments of awkwardness while he tries to position himself properly. He ends up lying half on his back, half on his side so it's easy to look at Reynir but still comfortable.
The bed feels like heaven, soft underneath him, and after a couple of months of sleeping on the ground in the wet and cold of Finnish nights, on edge and barely able to get more than a few hours here and there because there was no one to keep watch, it feels like sinking into clouds. Softly, in spite of himself, he groans, lets his eyes sink shut, and lets Reynir scoot in closer, slip a leg between his and press close, pulling the blankets over them. When Reynir says he's going to kiss him more, Onni opens one eye and then both, nodding his permission.
He doesn't know where he would start if he were initiating this, so it's a bit of a relief Reynir does. But the Icelander doesn't kiss his mouth again, he just trails kisses down his cheek and jaw, over the stubble there and down to his throat and neck. Making a soft noise of contentment, Onni tilts his head back, allowing Reynir more space to explore, and lifts a hand to rest against the small of his back. He'd thought they would talk more, that they'd have to discuss what's going to happen now, but Reynir seems to know exactly what he wants, and it feels so good in a soft bed with a warm person next to him, and the soft press of Reynir's mouth against his pulse point, sucking slightly, that he doesn't protest at all.]
Ah...that feels nice.
[It's a little hesitant, cautious, but he works his hand a little, rubbing against the small of Reynir's back.]
I thought about when you did this before, in the bubble. Afterward, I mean.
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Once Reynir has changed into soft leggings and a long-sleeved shirt, he crawls into bed, and gives Onni's sleeve a tug. It's obvious enough that he knows what he's doing, so Onni follows his lead, moving easily over to the bed and slipping in under the covers. He's shared a bed plenty of times before, with people he was camping with, or with various family members, but never in this context, and so there's a few moments of awkwardness while he tries to position himself properly. He ends up lying half on his back, half on his side so it's easy to look at Reynir but still comfortable.
The bed feels like heaven, soft underneath him, and after a couple of months of sleeping on the ground in the wet and cold of Finnish nights, on edge and barely able to get more than a few hours here and there because there was no one to keep watch, it feels like sinking into clouds. Softly, in spite of himself, he groans, lets his eyes sink shut, and lets Reynir scoot in closer, slip a leg between his and press close, pulling the blankets over them. When Reynir says he's going to kiss him more, Onni opens one eye and then both, nodding his permission.
He doesn't know where he would start if he were initiating this, so it's a bit of a relief Reynir does. But the Icelander doesn't kiss his mouth again, he just trails kisses down his cheek and jaw, over the stubble there and down to his throat and neck. Making a soft noise of contentment, Onni tilts his head back, allowing Reynir more space to explore, and lifts a hand to rest against the small of his back. He'd thought they would talk more, that they'd have to discuss what's going to happen now, but Reynir seems to know exactly what he wants, and it feels so good in a soft bed with a warm person next to him, and the soft press of Reynir's mouth against his pulse point, sucking slightly, that he doesn't protest at all.]
Ah...that feels nice.
[It's a little hesitant, cautious, but he works his hand a little, rubbing against the small of Reynir's back.]
I thought about when you did this before, in the bubble. Afterward, I mean.