[ Reynir is jarred out of his slight haze when Onni hits his hand against the barrier, at an angle and velocity that look like they really, really hurt. And Reynir remembers, then, what he'd heard. Something about - the kiss had to be in the right place? So he reaches out for that hand, even as Onni is wincing, folding it over his own and bringing it up to his mouth to very lightly kiss those stinging knuckles. His green eyes stay on Onni as he does it, this old-fashioned and strange gesture. When Reynir reaches out this time, he does it more carefully. That barrier is still there. ]
Um... here.
[ And Reynir tries the next two most logical places for kisses, as far as he's concerned, cupping Onni's head and pressing lips to his forehead (his height gives him an advantage with that) and then to his cheek. Both are mere presses of his lips, soft and warm but then gone almost at once. He holds his breath as he reaches out and...
...the barrier is still there. ]
Shit, I really thought that would do it.
[ Reynir is more aware than ever how small a space it is they are confined in. But it's not like they are in danger. It won't really harm him if he gives up and just accepts his roiling hunger for another... probably 50 minutes or so. He could do that. He should do that, and he should stop looking at Onni's mouth. ]
Maybe we just didn't do it long enough?
[ Perhaps the real issue was that that first kiss hadn't been enough of a kiss. Hesitantly, Reynir leans in again, tilting his head slightly, waiting to see that Onni is not pulling away before he starts kissing him, again. This time, he puts a hand at Onni's hip, and returns the other to the back of his neck. Reynir can't let his own shyness be the reason they don't escape, on a small technicality. So his mouth is soft and open against Onni's, kissing him deeper than before, like he would kiss somebody he really wanted to kiss, without any nanites involved at all. And he doesn't break it off. ]
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Um... here.
[ And Reynir tries the next two most logical places for kisses, as far as he's concerned, cupping Onni's head and pressing lips to his forehead (his height gives him an advantage with that) and then to his cheek. Both are mere presses of his lips, soft and warm but then gone almost at once. He holds his breath as he reaches out and...
...the barrier is still there. ]
Shit, I really thought that would do it.
[ Reynir is more aware than ever how small a space it is they are confined in. But it's not like they are in danger. It won't really harm him if he gives up and just accepts his roiling hunger for another... probably 50 minutes or so. He could do that. He should do that, and he should stop looking at Onni's mouth. ]
Maybe we just didn't do it long enough?
[ Perhaps the real issue was that that first kiss hadn't been enough of a kiss. Hesitantly, Reynir leans in again, tilting his head slightly, waiting to see that Onni is not pulling away before he starts kissing him, again. This time, he puts a hand at Onni's hip, and returns the other to the back of his neck. Reynir can't let his own shyness be the reason they don't escape, on a small technicality. So his mouth is soft and open against Onni's, kissing him deeper than before, like he would kiss somebody he really wanted to kiss, without any nanites involved at all. And he doesn't break it off. ]