[ If Onni is hyperaware and overthinking, an opposite sort of process is going on in Reynir's mind. He sinks into a happy sort of haze, only really aware of the feel of Onni's mouth moving against his, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips, the feeling of that hand against the small of his back. He melts into it, easy as breathing. It feels good, so why would he worry?
His eyes are shut, so he only notices Onni pulling away when it's too late to do anything, but he can't stop himself making a very small noise low in his throat, like a mute protest. And maybe he moves his weight forward a little, as if to keep up the contact, until he snaps out of it and opens his eyes again.
When Onni's hand connects with the barrier again, Reynir sighs, resigning himself. He'd gone hungry before. He will live. Clearly all that stuff about kissing being the way out was a lie...
...but then Onni says he has an idea, and Reynir looks at him, curious and uncharacteristically quiet: ]
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His eyes are shut, so he only notices Onni pulling away when it's too late to do anything, but he can't stop himself making a very small noise low in his throat, like a mute protest. And maybe he moves his weight forward a little, as if to keep up the contact, until he snaps out of it and opens his eyes again.
When Onni's hand connects with the barrier again, Reynir sighs, resigning himself. He'd gone hungry before. He will live. Clearly all that stuff about kissing being the way out was a lie...
...but then Onni says he has an idea, and Reynir looks at him, curious and uncharacteristically quiet: ]
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