[Reynir confirms that people do kiss on the neck and throat, but that they do it differently than Onni had just now. It makes sense that he would do it wrong, he thinks, because he's pretty sure that whatever it is that makes people want to kiss and take the time to learn how is broken in him. There's some instinct missing, or maybe it didn't form in the first place because he'd been too busy with surviving as a teenager.
So he's never done this, kissing someone on the neck or having his neck kissed. He doesn't know what it feels like or where to start, he doesn't know if he's going to like it. Kissing Reynir's shoulder had felt alright, but he feels a strange sort of anxiety building under his diaphragm when Reynir reaches forward and puts his fingers into his hair, pulls on him. Then Reynir's mouth is on his collarbone, traveling up his throat with a series of soft open-mouthed kisses, and Onni realizes that apparently some of those instincts are not broken in him, because he tilts his head to allow Reynir's face to fit neatly under his jaw.
When those soft lips linger against his pulse point and then move along the line of his jaw, Onni releases a soft breath, realizes it's shaky, and then Reynir is pulling away and looking at him with his face and his mouth pink, telling him that's how they do it. Swallowing hard, he lifts a hand without meaning to, and cups it against the side of his throat, his own cheeks a bit pink, avoiding eye contact with Reynir.]
Ah.
[He can't find any other words, right now, and he doesn't think to check the barrier either.]
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So he's never done this, kissing someone on the neck or having his neck kissed. He doesn't know what it feels like or where to start, he doesn't know if he's going to like it. Kissing Reynir's shoulder had felt alright, but he feels a strange sort of anxiety building under his diaphragm when Reynir reaches forward and puts his fingers into his hair, pulls on him. Then Reynir's mouth is on his collarbone, traveling up his throat with a series of soft open-mouthed kisses, and Onni realizes that apparently some of those instincts are not broken in him, because he tilts his head to allow Reynir's face to fit neatly under his jaw.
When those soft lips linger against his pulse point and then move along the line of his jaw, Onni releases a soft breath, realizes it's shaky, and then Reynir is pulling away and looking at him with his face and his mouth pink, telling him that's how they do it. Swallowing hard, he lifts a hand without meaning to, and cups it against the side of his throat, his own cheeks a bit pink, avoiding eye contact with Reynir.]
Ah.
[He can't find any other words, right now, and he doesn't think to check the barrier either.]