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[this is the romance he craves]

Wow. [Lalli is lucky that he's cute, that Emil likes him so much, and that he's not actually bothered by being shitty at magic— it's not like he wanted to be good at it in the first place. In fact, he was pretty set on not trying at all, so this is all for Lalli's benefit! You're welcome!]

Well, it's not like I was born a mage, so that's good enough! Being alright at one spell when you know hundreds [he's guessing,] means I'm doing fine.

[He knows nothing about magic that Lalli hasn't clumsily tried to explain to him, and... he's okay with that. Really, the effort Lalli put into helping him, teaching him things - that's what matters to Emil, not that he'll completely dismiss magic as a whole to his actual mage friend, but if he's being honest... yeah.

Anyway, who cares!! The point is that he appreciated the gesture. He leans his face closer to Lalli's, not quite leaning their heads together, but almost. Hi, hello, stop critiquing his list.]

I only tried because you wanted me to, anyway. No one else was any good at showing me what to do!

[Noooo, keep smiling... keep telling him nice thing after nice thing, because it's not like Lalli is trying to ruin this perfectly nice mood! It's just that saying the right things at the right times is, you know... a tricky thing indeed...

...So while he could tell Emil that this kind of magic has less to do with being born a mage and more to do with actually sticking with it? While he could go back over the whole "learning magic is the only way you can protect yourself, stupid" speech? Well, Lalli can be awkward, but he's not an idiot; he knows how valuable silence can be, and so he (wisely) decides to keep his, mmm, honesty in check. ...Temporarily. He can do this temporarily, all while he blinks back at that much closer face (hi?) and wonders where, exactly, he can kiss this boy in the hopes of bringing that smile back. The... chin?

...Hmm. It's rather close to Emil's mouth, and that's—whew. That seems like a big, weird step at this current moment, which is why he works his fingers between Emil's before carefully peeling that hand away from his cheek. Not that he wants it to go very far? He only wants to shift it down, to bring it closer to his lips in order to press a soft kiss to that palm.]

I know? [That he's the BEST teacher EVER—no, no. He hums, right there against Emil's palm, as he tries to think of a better thing to say. Hmmmmmmm.] It's good that you tried.

[It made him happy? He was pleased to see Emil, like, trying to understand something that is kind-of-sort-of similar to something that's so important to him? Anyway, expressing that... is hard, so he settles for kissing Emil's palm once more before looking back over at him. Smile! Tell him... more things!]

[He's not unhappy, it's fine, really... Sure, it's not like he practices magic much without Lalli's help, but if he does it at all it's only to try and impress him, sooo. Well. He could brood about magic or he could think about this new thing Lalli is doing with his hand, aha— a smooch. Very nice...]

Oh. Hmm, I know.

[That message has been received! Even before now, with the hand kissing, which is very soft and already making him blush. Still, he knew Lalli had a bunch of emotions about him learning magic - they were connected for all of those magic lessons, so it would have been hard to miss. Part of him feels guilty, then, for only keeping up the effort when Lalli made him, but mmm...

He just doesn't take well to, uh, having to try. Getting to know Lalli is the only thing he's ever stuck with even when it got difficult, and listen, no offense to magic, but he likes the boy more than the hocus pocus stuff.

So it takes him an extra second thanks to that flicker of guilt, then the smile comes back, soft and fond. Stupid magic boy... okay! The magic issue isn't even an issue, but mmh, as if he's going to harp on explaining himself when Lalli is kissing his palm. That's soooo... very intimate, whew. Kisses have inspired him once more!!

Of course, he's also an idiot. So instead of something articulate and meaningful, he comes up with the next item, a classic:]

You're pretty.

[In his defense, what else does one say when someone is kissing their hand like this... dang.]

[Carelessly pressing a kiss anywhere close to Emil's lips? Whoa. Pressing a kiss to Emil's palm? Acceptable, because he did it that one time he was half asleep. Lalli Logic™. Anyway, the only thing that really matters here is the fact that the kiss worked! Yeah! Lalli is a realist—a pessimist—but thinking about magic-related anything now that Emil is smiling once again seems... wasteful, which is why he focuses all his attention on this last, lingering kiss. They're here, they're (currently) safe, and there are other things to think about, like—]

Pretty, [he repeats, dragging that short word out as finally guides Emil's hand back to his cheek. Lalli's never been concerned with... appearances, so while he's, mmm, proud that Emil thinks he's this very nice thing...

...Hmm. There are things in the world that he enjoys looking at, you know? Some things, like the way Emil's hair shines in the sun, even spark feelings, but he's suddenly very aware that a) he's never cared about the way others look and b) his word bank is, therefore, extremely small. It's never been a problem before, but now! Oh, now it is.]

...Is pretty better than good-looking? [Or is looking very nice better than them both? Words! So complicated at times, hence his furrowed brow.] What's... best?

[Fishin' for the most best compliment, ooooor... something else? It's so obvious.]

[What's... best. Well, Emil doesn't know what semantics are, but he'll give it a shot.]

Whatever you want, I guess? Prettiest, maybe. I don't know.

[He shrugs one shoulder and brushes his thumb over Lalli's cheek with a thoughtful hum. Lalli is pretty! And good-looking, and cute, even if he has a hazy drunken memory of that going over less successfully than "good-looking." As a certified narcissist, all pretty boy comments are good comments to Emil... He'll take them all.

So, you know, don't stress! Emil tilts his face up briefly, to press a kiss to Lalli's forehead and linger there for a few extra seconds. Just kissing and being kissed aren't as, hmm, world-ending as before? His heartbeat still quickens and all of him feels warm, but in a comfortable, welcome way compared to the adrenaline-filled breakfast kisses.

All very good!! Pretty boy: also good. He looks down at Lalli's face again.]

They're all better than just average, I suppose?

[words....just tell him he glitters like morning dew and/or rocks and he will Melt.]

[A good comment isn't enough, not when Lalli wants to be as accurate as possible! Partly because Emil is kissing him again and he'd like that to continue, thanks, but mostly because Emil is... vain?? He obviously cares about his appearance; he's obviously aware that he's very good-looking, and it's important to him, sooooo.

Well, that makes it important to Lalli, too? In a different way, perhaps, but as weird as words can be, he's determined to get this one thing right.]

Mm. [Ah.] Then you are the... prettiest.

[It's not wrong, but. Hmm. Lalli lapses into a thoughtful silence, giving the hand on his cheek a quick pat—stay—before he slips his arm underneath Emil's. He's spent plenty of time thinking about that very nice face; like, he knows that he likes it, and why he likes it, but it's another one of those things that's just so, so complicated to actually express. Emil is more than pretty, even if that's the word Emil wants to use; Emil is... well, how to put this... can he just say the thing he always thinks...]

...You're bright. When you smile? But even when you don't, you— [HMM, take two, all while he reaches up to tap his fingertips against Emil's jawline. This common language they, um, know is right there, and yet there's still something easier about slipping back into Finnish to murmur:] ...You are beautiful. Always.

[Or: Sä oot kaunis. Aina. Soft, barely audible gibberish that makes him want to, like, press his face against something and wait for it to cool down, but he doesn't want to move away just for that. Anyway, that's the strongest adjective he's heard other people use, and while he's never used it before... it feels fitting?]

[Emil is vain, and he knows precisely how pretty he is these days, but he still likes to hear Lalli say it. Lalli doesn't ever talk about these things; Emil is certain he's heard him dismiss most things he sees period as "gross" or "weird," so it's that plus his own soft feelings that make it very exciting when Lalli tells him he's pretty. The prettiest. Yes, he is, thank you so much for noticing...

He still has that fond little smile on his face, maybe a touch smug now that he's The Prettiest, but he raises an eyebrow curiously as Lalli fidgets around. Oh, there's more— multiple compliments... truly, this boy spoils him.]

Oh, [he says, when Lalli's incredibly mushy, half-gibberish words catch him right in the chest. Bright, again, like that time with the rock that looks like him, and it looks like he was wrong from the start— bright is much better than prettiest. Not that he never wants to be told how incredibly good-looking he is, but each time he's gotten this sliver of the exact way Lalli sees him, it's made him all but dissolve into a puddle of emotions.

That said, he does have to guess on the rest, but the way Lalli says it and how warm his face is under Emil's hand are, hmm, telling. Now he leans their heads together, as he contemplates just being close to each other. New idea: never ever getting out of bed.

...Ah, but he should say more than "oh," he realizes as he traces Lalli's cheekbone with his thumb again. Boy!!]

Are you going to tell me what that means? [Or, even better idea he just had:] How do I say "I like you very much" in Finnish?

[Of course he's not going to tell Emil what that means! Not... today, anyway. Maybe he'll explain it the next time he has a reason to repeat it, but for now—whew. Even if Emil didn't understand a word, it was still a hefty thing for Lalli to say; he needs a moment to, mmm, recover, even if Emil decides that he'd much rather bring them even closer together. Aha...

...Aha. On the one hand, it's harder to see Emil's smile, and that's sad; on the other hand, though, Emil's eyes are right there, and Lalli can easily admire that pretty—no, that beautiful shade of blue as his hand slides down and around to the back of Emil's neck. Beautiful eyes, beautiful boy! Lalli likes Emil so much that it almost hurts, but not in a bad way; his chest just feels so tight, and his heart just feels so full, and as his fingers loosely curl into the hair at the nape of Emil's neck, he knows that it's all because he's... happy. With everything.

And that's, you know, a new thing for him, but for once he's trying not to think about the many, many things that could go wrong. This is nice? He likes this? Even if Emil asking about this Finnish phrase he's never going to remember is, um, somehow both funny (because Emil will never remember it) and dangerous (because what if he does??). ...Huh. A quiet hum, then, as Lalli considers this before he s l o w l y says:]

Mä tykkään susta.

[Did he leave out the "very much" just to make this simpler? Maybe so. That's Lalli being thoughtful for once, even as he watches and waits for Emil to, like, completely butcher those three words. Let's hear it, Swede...]

[Yeah, there's no way he's going to remember this. He knows this a second after he says it, but it seems like an appropriately affectionate thing to ask in the moment before Lalli confirms just how badly Emil's going to destroy these Finnish gibberish sounds.

Something does sound a little short about it, but Emil can only trust that Lalli isn't secretly teaching him to say, like, "Lalli is great at chess" or something. Surely, the language pranks will come later.]

Hmm, okay. [He clears his throat and everything before he fumbles over this simple sentence. Here goes.]

Mä, uh, tycken- [Nope, that's wrong and he knows it, but it's ironically too close to the Swedish word for him to get the pronunciation on point. Woops!! Now he flounders because he forgot the third word already.] sssss....

[Help him or he'll just hiss like a fool until he has to take a breath.]

[Lalli knew that it was going to be bad? Like, he thought that he was adequately prepared, but—ah, this boy. He's so... Swedish, and Lalli can't help but to pull a face as he listens to the, um, awkward syllables. Finnish should flow, but Emil's attempt is so, mmm... choppy...

...Okay! Take two, then, even as Lalli's fingers twitch impatiently in Emil's hair and he, like, looks off to the side for a second. Aha.]

Mmn. Tykkään. [A harder start, a softer finish, a different vowel entirely? Gosh. Lalli pauses, hopefully allowing that to sink in, before he repeats the phrase just as slowly as he did the first time.] Mä tykkään susta.

[Of course he stresses that last word, because of course he knows that Emil has totally forgotten it. Two syllables! Amazing! And yet he still likes this boy very, very much, because this boy is... trying. Like always. His dumb... friend.]

Again.

[How many shots will Emil get at this? Not many, honestly. It's not as if patience (with people) is Lalli's strong suit, sooooo... good luck!]

[He can't help it if his native tongue is a better language than Finnish all around, sorry buddy. Lalli's reaction is, hmm, not inspiring, but he will get this thing right!! This one, for sure! Being able to talk to Lalli when they inevitably get out of here- because they will, for sure- is much more important than, say, magic spells.

So!! Okay, second attempt!! He hums, considering the phrase. Yes, it still sounds like gibberish, mostly...]

Tyyykkään. Right. Then susta. I'll remember!

[This time, he will, for sure. Let him hastily slap this phrase together, before he does drop another handful of letters in the middle-]

Mä, uh, tykkään susta.

[His Finnish still leaves a lot to be desired. Like a whole lot, choppy and awkward as it is, but he's got a basic grasp of the phrase after breaking it into toddler-sized parts for his toddler's grasp of language acquisition. Phew.

Anyway, he wants to remember this one better than all the other Finnish he's barely retained, so he glances away from Lalli's face to, like, his shoulder, mumbling the words a few more times. A tykkään here, a susta there... The things he does for this boy.

Feel free to praise him at any time.]

["I'll remember," Emil says, and Lalli only blinks, half-expecting him to, like, lose everything by the third syllable, but... oh? Well. His pronunciation is still, um, far from perfect, and yet it doesn't bother Lalli too badly; after all, that's a thing that practice will surely solve. Emil will just have to say this... often! Very often!

Or that's the hope, anyway. A thing he silently considers as he tilts his head back the slightest bit. Emil's forehead is... too far away; like, Lalli is far too comfortable to even consider shifting upward, so a quick kiss to the tip of Emil's nose will have to do. Surely that's fine? There's something almost... silly about it, if he gives it any thought at all, but the it a) is convenient for his lazy self and b) isn't too close to Emil's lips. He's treading a line here, and even though that line is getting thinner with every passing second...]

...Better. [That's high Lalli praise? Accept it and this second smooch.] Mä tykkään susta.

[A quickly, easily spoken reminder that he likes Emil, too, just in case that wasn't perfectly obvious, before he leans his forehead against Emil's once more. This isn't so bad, he supposes. He can feel Emil breathe, and that's certainly a Thing to focus on, but it isn't... bad.]

In Swedish?

[Fair's fair.]

[Hmm! A kiss on the nose - two, even - is very cute, actually. And yes, it's a touch silly, but Emil doesn't care about something as small as that when it's a kiss and Lalli keeps telling him he likes him. Truly, this is the only Finnish he needs to know, ever...

Lalli asking for the Swedish is honestly a surprise, since he's complained Swedish is terrible before, but aha! At last, Lalli comes around to the superior language. Emil is only the slightest bit smug about this. Just a hint.]

Jag tycker om dig... väldigt mycket.

[Which, because this is Emil, is not cut for ease of understanding, save for the convenient pause. Lalli wanted "I like you very much," and that's what he gets. Love him and his Swedish.]

Try it!

[Now, here's the thing: Lalli wanted hear hear that bit of Swedish, just because his greedy little self wants Emil to say "I like you" as many times—as many ways—as possible, but did he say that he would repeat it? Of course not. Swedish... sounds weird; this Swedish phrase is no exception, and Lalli wrinkles his nose when Emil tells him to try. Aha? Aha...

...Well, enjoy this rare noise of amusement as he, like, frees his fingers from all of that hair in order to gently pat the back of Emil's neck.]

It's shorter in Finnish? Better.

[But he supposes that gross Swedish might just be a nice thing to hear, in this particular context! To hear. Saying, it, however, seems—whew. He's just going to close his eyes instead, a content hum escaping him as that pat turns into more of an absentminded pet.]

...Say it this way, too.

[In... whatever language this actually is. He's copping out and he doesn't feel bad about it, because he's terrible.]

[Wow? Wow! This boy! Emil is sorely disappointed, a little seriously— why doesn't he get to hear bumbling, choppy language attempts, too... This is discrimination.

It does take him a moment to realize Lalli just isn't going to say it, though, and he... pouts like a child when he does. Aw! Lalli!!]

I think it sounds wonderful in Swedish.

[Coward. Petting him is, hmm - different? But soft and relaxing, so he'll allow it. Maybe he shouldn't say anything nice at all until Lalli says a sentence in Swedish; that'll learn him. ...But, ah, he's too much of a sap to stick to his own guns almost immediately, so.]

Hmm. [Maybe! But first, more Swedish:] You are very difficult and I think you're wonderful anyway.

[Or, a long line of Swedish—Du är väldigt svår och jag tycker du är underbar ändå—that he will not be explaining, so now they're even. Punk. Now he's satisfied, and it's his turn to smugly give Lalli a pat on the cheek. So there!]

I like you a lot.

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[Maybe one day Emil will realize that giving Lalli exactly what he wants means that Lalli has, like, no reason to do anything differently? Maybe one day Emil will realize that the promise of a kiss, a compliment, or—heaven forbid—both will encourage Lalli to do wild things like, say, learn important Swedish phrases, but that day... is clearly not today.

Anyway, who needs Swedish when they have this language! For the, uh, time being, anyway, but that's a fact he wills himself not to think about as he cracks his eyes back open. That Swedish sounded so... well, it didn't sound great, and he doesn't like that he doesn't know everything that Emil said, and yet Emil's voice is still Emil's voice. It's a nice voice! The best voice! Just, mmm, doubly so when Emil uses it to say things Lalli actually understands. A lot, huh... he hums again...]

I like that way best? I think. [He likes them ALL, really, but.] It's... good to know what you're saying.

[So don't give him more Swedish! Or, well—maybe he's thinking about that last line, just a bit, but he's also thinking about the expedition? All those frustrating moments when he didn't know what in the world this boy was trying to say...

Actually, you know what? He can't just let that Mystery Sentence go, especially now that they CAN understand one another. He has to bring his hand back around to Emil's cheek, has to open his eyes a bit more in order to study Emil's very nice face.]

...What did you say before?

[He heard, like, jag tycker... Tell Him!!!!!]

[Hmm, more requests from this demanding, difficult boy. Maybe he shouldn't explain anything at all! He pats Lalli's cheek again, looking very content - like maybe it's time to take a little morning nap, and not translate any Swedish...

...But Lalli earnestly telling him he likes knowing what he's saying is sweet, and he does feel the same way... It's been so nice, being able to understand each other here. But the boy. Such an impasse.]

If you want to know, you'll have to tell me how much you like me.

[A steep price... He'll let Lalli choose the language, because he's merciful.]

[Sure, Lalli said this very thing (in Finnish!) a few short minutes ago, and yet saying it now seems so... well, they were both being soft the last time he said this, you know! Now one of them is acting reeeeeally smug, and something about that makes Lalli feel both annoyed and, ah... not embarrassed, per se, but somewhat self-conscious? Self-aware? It's just easier, somehow, to say soft things when Emil is smiling and leaning in and touching his cheek in that very gentle way...

Now, though? Mmph. He leaves his hand right there on Emil's cheek, lightly drumming his fingers against it as he looks off to the side.]

I—hn.

[It's not like he's had much time to practice this! A sigh, then, as he considers whether or not he should repeat it in Finnish. It would be easier? It would be better for him, but... ugh. What if Emil said something incredibly nice... he needs to know...]

...I like you. A lot. [His cheeks are heating up again. A stupid thing, considering how many times he's kissed Emil this morning, but it's still a thing that's happening—and that's he's very aware of as he finally chances a glance back Emil's way. Oof, what a mistake.] V-Very much.

[Is that ENOUGH? Can he, like, run off to work now? Goodbye.]

[Well, this was another great idea by Emil, thanks for indulging him!! The whole package - the words, the blushing, that tiny fumble at the end - oof! A critical hit right to his heart. He could be more smug about this if Lalli were talking about anything else besides liking him a-lot-very-much, so small mercies: he leans in to be soft again, sliding his hand back from Lalli's face to press a kiss to his cheek instead. It is... an automatic response to precious Lalli things(tm).

So! Yeah, that's good. That's great, even. Lalli isn't going anywhere, thanks much. Emil almost feels silly about how easily a few words can knock him right back down to that warm, sappy mood he's been in since, like, breakfast - but only almost. It's a very sappy day and he's not going to complain about getting what he wants! ...The second time.

But he did give this ultimatum himself, so, alright.]

Thank you. I was only saying how wonderful you are, even when you won't play along.

[Lead with the good part... brilliant strategy. He could lie through his teeth right now, but he called Lalli difficult like three times this morning in the language he can understand and still got kissed, so it should be fine.]

[So maybe this is the day Emil learns that he can now easily motivate Lalli to do... almost anything. Good? Bad? More of the former than the latter, surely, but please cut Lalli's small, gay heart some slack; as difficult as he is—as stubborn as he is—he's weak to this one (1) boy who consistently treats him so much better than anyone has ever really treated him before. Weird!

In a great way, though. The best way. Like, his face is still warm; he still kind-of-sort-of wants to (gently) push Emil's face down into the pillow, just to give himself a brief break from that look, but when Emil kisses his cheek again... hmm. When Emil tells him he's wonderful... hmm. Oh, he knows what that whole not-playing-along thing is about, but...]

Hrmh. [Lalli noises. They come standard.] ...Swedish is weird? And too long. This is better.

[Anyway, if he's wonderful, surely it wasn't a big deal at all! That's what he's going with as he slides his hand back into Emil's hair and tries to, like, pull him back down toward his cheek. He's wonderful! He deserves this! And he's also, mmm, very red, but Emil can't see that if he's busy kissing him two or three more times. It's a perfect strategy.]

[Aha, he has so much power now... too bad he, too, is a terminally gay baby, and at most he'll want to motivate Lalli to, like, kiss him a lot. Lofty goals. Maybe he'll motivate Lalli to sleep in the bed overnight! Now that's daring!

Until then: more kisses. He scoffs, but it's not serious; he knows in his heart that Swedish is the superior language, so it's fine if Lalli wants to, hmm, lie to himself. This is romance.]

It's not weird, but you do have a point.

[About the other thing, that is. He slides his hand to the back of Lalli's neck with a sort of... giddy finger wiggle, to put his excess dopey energy somewhere as he leans in to kiss his cheek again. One cheek kiss, then another, inching down towards his jawline... this was very exciting when Lalli did it to him earlier, so what if he tried it... Let him know!!]

[Oh, Swedish is definitely weird. That, uh, finger wiggle is weird, too, albeit in a decidedly different way; like, the back of his neck is just one of those places no one has ever really touched before—on purpose, anyway—but even though he automatically tenses... it's fine? It's fine. There are other things to focus on, like the way Emil's hair is brushing against him, and the kisses(!) dipping... lower...

Well! There's a sharp inhale of surprise, but after a split-second of consideration—hmm, hmm, hmm. Lalli lifts his chin the slightest bit, allowing for easier access as he wills himself to relax. Being kissed has been great so far, so... continue! Yeah! He'll just keep his hand curled in Emil's hair as he waits.]

[Two things Emil realizes at once, when Lalli not only doesn't push his face away, but even moves to encourage him: first, oh, they're... certainly doing this! He can't even count how many lines this is crossing and re-crossing, but if he wants to do this, and Lalli wants him to do this, then - it should be alright? It feels alright. Second, he's not sure he mentally prepared for Lalli to actually let him do this, so oh boy, here's hoping he doesn't vaporize on the spot.

So, alright, here he goes. He brushes his fingers against the back of Lalli's neck more gently, a comforting gesture, pressing a kiss to the same spot he did a moment ago. That's one, then two, along his jaw, and three, further down, towards his neck... Emil's face is all but literally burning with each new kiss, so it's a blessing that he doesn't have to look Lalli in the eye while doing this. That would really be the end of him...

But now he's stuck, from nerves and wondering just how far he really should push this thing, so he pauses before tucking his face against Lalli's shoulder. Hello, don't look at him, he's dying.]

...W-well, what do you think of that? [...he says, to Lalli's collarbone, so smoothly.]

[It's obvious where those kisses are leading? Emil can only go so far down before he hits something entirely new, and Lalli knows this, but it's still somewhat of a shock to feel those lips come closer and closer to his neck. That is... such a vulnerable spot! Emil nearing it is, ah, exciting and worrying, all at once, and Lalli's fingers instinctively tighten in all of that hair as he works out what, exactly, he should do. Keep Emil close, pull Emil away... honestly, he wants to do both...

And that, of course, is stupid, which is why it's a good thing that Emil pulls away of his own accord... even if he does wind up sticking, um, very close indeed. Aha. It's strange to feel Emil talking; plus there's also a part of him that knows Emil can probably-definitely feel his heart racing, if that dumb boy is paying any attention at all, but! Well! As terrible as Lalli is at picking up on these things, Emil clearly sounds just as flustered as he feels, and you know, that's... something. Maybe.

...Maybe. Lalli releases the breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, flexing his hand a bit—loosening his grip—as he considers that (awkward) question.]

It— [No, no. Hold on.] ...I liked it.

[He did, he realizes as he says this. He really, really did. ...Huh. Lalli turns that over in his mind, a soft hum escaping him before he begins slowly carding his fingers through Emil's hair. Why did he like it, though, when it was soooo... nerve-racking? Well, that's simple enough—]

It was good, because you're you. [This makes perfect sense to him! Emil is Special; no one else is allowed so close to his throat, so. Hmm.] But it will be... better? Next time.

[Not necessarily now? Like, his heart is still pounding away, and he's still running his fingers through Emil's hair, so he is... clearly content to stay like this for a while longer. But there will have to be a Next Time, and boy, isn't that thrilling.]

[Hmm, for personal reasons, Emil has decided to stay right where he is. He will absolutely lose it if he sees Lalli's face right now, for one, and it's very comfortable to be pressed so close to him like this, once he gets over the initial panic of kissing him in a new and different place. He likes Lalli's fingers in his hair, how warm he is, how his skin still smells like soap with a hint of just Lalli underneath—

Ah, but thinking about how his very favorite boy smells is, hmm, a lot? Almost too much, all of a sudden, so Emil focuses on shifting his arm under Lalli's and around his middle, since he's not planning on moving from this spot despite how much his heart is going double time. Whew.

Just hold him and touch his hair and say more things like next time, that's very good. Emil hums, happy beyond belief over how well this is working out. He can and will get used to this.]

Next time, [he repeats it, one part confirmation and one part wonder. A whole next time to kiss Lalli in all the soft, intimate spots his gay little heart can handle; the thought alone is more than enough. You bet he's going to count down the minutes until Next Time.]

You're good because you're you. [Hmm... no, that sounds ridiculous, but he's already said it. Whatever! The sentiment is there: Lalli is the best person in his life, which is both great and overwhelming to think about. He'll just have to stay right here, to consider it more and really appreciate the feeling of fingers in his hair... great idea!!]

Hmm. You should keep doing that.

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