❰ No, a displeased Lalli is one he's all too familiar with. Frosty and distant, sharp and angular in form and feeling. Right now, he can feel a certain tension under the skin he's currently touch, now much more intimately in tune with the breath Lalli just took.
They're already close, a few inches separating anything but their faces, but Emil's grip tightens slightly as he moves to finally kiss the scout, position's work postponed just for him, and pulling Lalli ever closer. It's soft, against the side of his mouth, but he remains present. One kiss, then another.
He's never plainly stated that he wants this, wants more than this, even. Emil told him plainly he'd thought of kissing him, wanting to hold him. These are only a handful of his personal, private desires -- though eventually, he'd like if they became less so, even slowly but surely. ❱
❰ lalli has never quite been one to understand people - how they act, what they say - but this? this, he understands. not in his head, but in the rest of him. as relatively new as all of this is, and as much as he hates new situations and the way they throw him off-balance, this feels... hm. it feels like something that played out in a dream that he can't quite remember, familiar and nonetheless not. maybe it did. lalli doesn't think that he dreams any actual dreams here, but if he does, emil's hands on his skin aren't an unlikely topic to dream about.
so when he's tugged in closer, he shifts just enough to press into emil of his own volition, present in this. the kisses to the side of his mouth earn an impatient sort of mrr in his throat, tilting his chin just enough for the next kiss to meet more directly. ❱
❰ Lalli more present against him sends a sharp hum through Emil's body, slightly shocking. They've kissed many times now. It's a usual activity; it's lost the novelty, but the feeling it gives him only intensifies. This is true now as well, but there's this distinct difference. Not just this emotional fulfilment is present, there's also this niggling physical absence that he's compelled to try and fill.
It doesn't help that Lalli's also moved his head, making the kiss more complete. And that noise...the one Lalli makes out of mild annoyance that something isn't right or happening at the moment he'd like it to. In this situation it's...alluring? Whatever the correct adjective, it makes the kiss deeper, and it feels like as close as they are currently it just isn't enough.
His gripping hand backtracks down the curve of his boyfriend's side, back to the hem of that fabric again. Instead of sliding under, Emil collects it in folds as he moves upward again. They're laying down, so it won't come off easy, but his brain doesn't currently consider this among the swirling desires of needing to feel this skin more closely, and to see it clearly in front of him. ❱
❰ they may have kissed many times now, but rarely have they kissed like this. lalli's not sure why, anymore. maybe they should have.
now emil's hand slides back down and lalli's middle tenses, preparing for the inadvertent tickle of light fingertips on skin - but instead, the swede grabs a handful of shirt and drags it upward. lalli's brow knits, confused about how exactly this demand's going to be met the way they are now, but he tries to wriggle a bit to oblige and let the shirt inch its way out from under him. his free hand, the one tangled in blonde hair, drops down out of the way of emil's endeavor to instead slip feather-light fingers under the hem of the swede's own shirt. ❱
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They're already close, a few inches separating anything but their faces, but Emil's grip tightens slightly as he moves to finally kiss the scout, position's work postponed just for him, and pulling Lalli ever closer. It's soft, against the side of his mouth, but he remains present. One kiss, then another.
He's never plainly stated that he wants this, wants more than this, even. Emil told him plainly he'd thought of kissing him, wanting to hold him. These are only a handful of his personal, private desires -- though eventually, he'd like if they became less so, even slowly but surely. ❱
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so when he's tugged in closer, he shifts just enough to press into emil of his own volition, present in this. the kisses to the side of his mouth earn an impatient sort of mrr in his throat, tilting his chin just enough for the next kiss to meet more directly. ❱
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It doesn't help that Lalli's also moved his head, making the kiss more complete. And that noise...the one Lalli makes out of mild annoyance that something isn't right or happening at the moment he'd like it to. In this situation it's...alluring? Whatever the correct adjective, it makes the kiss deeper, and it feels like as close as they are currently it just isn't enough.
His gripping hand backtracks down the curve of his boyfriend's side, back to the hem of that fabric again. Instead of sliding under, Emil collects it in folds as he moves upward again. They're laying down, so it won't come off easy, but his brain doesn't currently consider this among the swirling desires of needing to feel this skin more closely, and to see it clearly in front of him. ❱
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now emil's hand slides back down and lalli's middle tenses, preparing for the inadvertent tickle of light fingertips on skin - but instead, the swede grabs a handful of shirt and drags it upward. lalli's brow knits, confused about how exactly this demand's going to be met the way they are now, but he tries to wriggle a bit to oblige and let the shirt inch its way out from under him. his free hand, the one tangled in blonde hair, drops down out of the way of emil's endeavor to instead slip feather-light fingers under the hem of the swede's own shirt. ❱