[When Reynir stops moving against his throat and lifts his head a little to look Onni in the eye and asks his question, Onni makes a little 'mm' in his throat.]
No. I never dated before. I never wanted to.
[It hadn't just been the way things had gone after his family died, hadn't just been because he was too busy and preoccupied with looking after Lalli and Tuuri while trying to maintain a job at 15 years old. It had also been a complete lack of interest - he'd never really found any kind of draw in all the complicated romantic tangles people had gotten themselves into, never really found anything compelling about the hushed sex he'd heard people having. Never really wanted to join in with any of it.
This is different. He likes how it feels to have Reynir lie on top of him and kiss his neck and smile at him the way he does. When Reynir asks him why it's different, the complexity of why it is really hits Onni. Making a soft noise in his throat, he idly presses Reynir's braid between his fingers and looks up at him, meeting his eyes. They're so close he can feel Reynir's breath against his mouth, and it's very nice.]
I think, because of who you are.
[Onni tilts his head against the pillow, holding eye contact with Reynir for a few moments, searching his face and trying to work out how to put it in words.]
You're...kind and attentive and gentle. I don't know how you can function and live while being as soft and open as you are, it's a sort of strength I don't understand. I like to see it, though. I like how you move through the world and how you look at it. I like how you think of me, and how you think of other people.
[A shrug, and he lets his eyes fall shut as Reynir presses a kiss against his mouth, and it's something warm and soft in a life that's been hard and cold for a very long time.]
I understand why you would think that. This is the first time I've felt this way about anyone.
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No. I never dated before. I never wanted to.
[It hadn't just been the way things had gone after his family died, hadn't just been because he was too busy and preoccupied with looking after Lalli and Tuuri while trying to maintain a job at 15 years old. It had also been a complete lack of interest - he'd never really found any kind of draw in all the complicated romantic tangles people had gotten themselves into, never really found anything compelling about the hushed sex he'd heard people having. Never really wanted to join in with any of it.
This is different. He likes how it feels to have Reynir lie on top of him and kiss his neck and smile at him the way he does. When Reynir asks him why it's different, the complexity of why it is really hits Onni. Making a soft noise in his throat, he idly presses Reynir's braid between his fingers and looks up at him, meeting his eyes. They're so close he can feel Reynir's breath against his mouth, and it's very nice.]
I think, because of who you are.
[Onni tilts his head against the pillow, holding eye contact with Reynir for a few moments, searching his face and trying to work out how to put it in words.]
You're...kind and attentive and gentle. I don't know how you can function and live while being as soft and open as you are, it's a sort of strength I don't understand. I like to see it, though. I like how you move through the world and how you look at it. I like how you think of me, and how you think of other people.
[A shrug, and he lets his eyes fall shut as Reynir presses a kiss against his mouth, and it's something warm and soft in a life that's been hard and cold for a very long time.]
I understand why you would think that. This is the first time I've felt this way about anyone.