[ Reynir stops mouthing at Onni's neck around when he pauses in that way and then says he had never seen the appeal of kissing, before. He shifts, adjusting enough that he is eye-to-eye with Onni, the tips of their noses just brushing. From this close, Reynir can see every eyelash, can stare into the icy blue of those gorgeous eyes.
But even as he shifts from kissing to talking for a few moments, his hands are not idle. He keeps stroking Onni's hair, fingertips trailing down to run over the skin of Onni's neck, touching the shell of his ear, little exploratory movements to see what makes him shiver. ]
So you never dated anybody before?
[ There was a time when it would have surprised Reynir, but he knows Onni too well for that, now. He knows that his life was almost entirely devoted to looking after his sister and his cousin. That he'd essentially become a single parent at the age of 15. So... that didn't leave the time or privacy for the sort of bucolic romance that had provided drama and entertainment to Reynir's teen years.
His heart is beating fast, and he can feel his face flush with happiness when Onni talks about falling for him, coming to realize it. Voice soft and uncharacteristically shy, Reynir asks: ]
What... was the difference?
[ All he wants right now is to know what it was, why Onni had chosen him, what he'd done right, so he can do that more, make sure this isn't just a fleeting thing. After all, just because Onni likes him now isn't some kind of guarantee he will continue to. Reynir is all too ready to think of himself as someone who tires people out. He wants to avoid that with Onni. Very badly.
When Onni says he assumed Reynir wouldn't feel the same, he huffs a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he presses his forehead forward against Onni's. ]
That's what I thought about you. I - it just seemed impossible you could ever feel that way about me. I didn't even dare to hope. I didn't let myself even imagine being with you because I just thought...
[ But words are failing him once more and Reynir presses a soft kiss to Onni's lips, and it is all gratitude and adoration and warmth. ]
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But even as he shifts from kissing to talking for a few moments, his hands are not idle. He keeps stroking Onni's hair, fingertips trailing down to run over the skin of Onni's neck, touching the shell of his ear, little exploratory movements to see what makes him shiver. ]
So you never dated anybody before?
[ There was a time when it would have surprised Reynir, but he knows Onni too well for that, now. He knows that his life was almost entirely devoted to looking after his sister and his cousin. That he'd essentially become a single parent at the age of 15. So... that didn't leave the time or privacy for the sort of bucolic romance that had provided drama and entertainment to Reynir's teen years.
His heart is beating fast, and he can feel his face flush with happiness when Onni talks about falling for him, coming to realize it. Voice soft and uncharacteristically shy, Reynir asks: ]
What... was the difference?
[ All he wants right now is to know what it was, why Onni had chosen him, what he'd done right, so he can do that more, make sure this isn't just a fleeting thing. After all, just because Onni likes him now isn't some kind of guarantee he will continue to. Reynir is all too ready to think of himself as someone who tires people out. He wants to avoid that with Onni. Very badly.
When Onni says he assumed Reynir wouldn't feel the same, he huffs a soft laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he presses his forehead forward against Onni's. ]
That's what I thought about you. I - it just seemed impossible you could ever feel that way about me. I didn't even dare to hope. I didn't let myself even imagine being with you because I just thought...
[ But words are failing him once more and Reynir presses a soft kiss to Onni's lips, and it is all gratitude and adoration and warmth. ]