[Clock's Eve, Closed] Oh What A Night! (Lars)

[Fionn]

Clock's Eve 2719 | Clocking Late
Grand Library, Brunnhold

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Warm and close, the pair could be best described as cosy. It was warmer in the library than it had been outside, fires having been lit to ensure that the building didn’t absorb that chill so that was so difficult to shift, but the place was on the cool side all the same. Snuggled up against his companion as he was, Fionn didn’t think that the cold that had seeped in to nestle between the quiet shelves bothered him hugely. The youth was contented to be close, to share warmth and be relieved to know that the older man was all right after how frozen he’d felt before. Admittedly, the other could do with warming up a little more but at least it was no longer painful to touch his pale skin.

His companion seemed pleased from what he could tell, a little noticeable feeling in his features and a shyness that they both shared. This was quite new for Fionn even though he had so much experience but here they were on the same level, Lars not having experience in this area - he was fairly sure - and yet it made no difference now. Neither knew how to deal with this intimacy thing, being this close to another in a way that was more than merely physical. Their lives in Brunnhold hadn’t prepared them for this but had done everything to hinder it. In truth, the passives weren’t really meant to be friends with each other, some discord and distrust meant to be fostered between them. They were all supposed to feel alone, even when they were surrounded by others. And yet bonds formed anyway, some stronger than others, tighter and more binding. This felt like one of them.

The closer you were and the tighter the bond, the more vulnerable you became. Such links were weak points, because you could be both hurt through them and hurt by them. Twice already, his link with Lars had given him deep pain and left him anguished and yet here he was, crawling back for more. Maybe getting hurt was all part of the experience. If it was then well… he wasn’t in any hurry to get away, especially when the other blond twined their fingers together.

The youth found himself grinning foolishly, his face growing hotter as he peered down at their entangled fingers. This was a novelty, new and strange but good. It might be something that he’d have to try out a few times more - like the kissing of the hand - but it was something that he thought he could grow to like quite a bit. Such a simple thing and yet surprisingly intimate. He could quite easily escape his grasp if he chose, it wasn’t as if he was trapped but he didn’t feel as if he’d been ensnared and Fionn was quite happy to remain securely tethered to the other.

Holding hands was one thing though but almost having the young man sitting in his lap was another thing entirely.

The other did answer his question but the youth was suddenly wildly distracted, breathing speeding up as Lars dropped into the seat, their legs touching and- Good Lady, he was emoting! He was emoting a hell of a lot, more than Fionn had ever seen him do to be honest. He was happy, unbelievably happy and it threw him entirely. He found himself leaning away a little, blinking rapidly, unable to understand where this change had come from and so sudden! It was like a switch had been flicked. Had he done that? Was he the cause of that?

He gawked. He couldn’t help it. He hadn’t expected this, not at all. It left him speechless. The other’s hand was against his face, thumb stroking and… he said words but damn if the middle Madden knew how to make words to respond. The blond opened his mouth and a vague croak came out as he stared into the other’s eyes.

Stupid, useless fucking mouth! One thing he wanted from it and it couldn’t do it! There wasn’t even a proper response in his head though so how could he expect the rest to cooperate? His mouth wasn’t entirely useless though.

He laid a hand hesitantly on the other’s chest, fingers stroking lightly before they moved up to his shoulder, stopping where it met his neck. Leaning in, he pressed his lips delicately to the other passive’s, sighing softly. His pulse roared in his ears and he felt a rush at being like this with him again, this time in a far more appealing setting than the storeroom in the Laundries. After sucking briefly on the man’s lower lip, he drew back.

”Don’t think you need to bathe in the moon’s light,” the youth whispered, hand moving to lightly cup the other’s chin. It was strange how soothing that brief kiss had been, allowing him to embrace this situation, the richness of Lars’ emotions and find his tongue again. Hilarious really although it had been a very pleasant instinct to indulge, working to dispel his shock.

”You’re a light all of your own. Do you… Lars, can I… can I do that again?” Fionn asked softly, one side of his mouth turning up, his grin cheeky and self-conscious at the same time. The youth shuffled a little closer, his leg twitching and rising a tad as if ready to throw it over the other man’s but he stopped, thinking better of it. His head cocked, brown eyes full of question. The boy wanted to be certain before he did it again, aware that what he'd just done had only been a tease. With Lars he had to be sure.

Besides, the servant had promised to talk. Their lips moving didn't exactly count, similar but... not the same.

[Lars]

CAMPUS GROUNDS
INTAS 1, 2719 - LATER THAN LATE

At first, the other's reaction to his movement gave Lars pause - he wasn't sure why Fionn was staring at him so, and thought for a moment to push himself back up and out of the chair in case he'd crossed some line he hadn't been aware of. It didn't... seem like the younger was surprised in a bad way, though, and so the blonde opted to remain in the seat beside him, even if his expression faltered for a moment in his consideration. A noise escaped Fionn's throat, hardly intelligible, but soon enough a hand reached out to him, resting briefly against his chest before sliding up to rest against his shoulder.

He wanted to tilt his head, to encourage the hand to slide upward further to his cheek, but the older passive was distracted completely from the idea when Fionn leaned in, finally closing the distance between them, finally kissing him again like he'd admittedly hoped he would for the last few weeks. It was nothing substantial, but it was still enough to make his heart race again, like it so rarely did when he wasn't with Fionn. He practically melted into it, his own hand falling from the other servant's face to rest against his shoulder, too, and couldn't help the quietest of sighs when he moved away.

Lars opened his eyes when he heard the other begin to speak, blue flicking upward to meet brown, the blonde partially distracted by the glimmers of other colors within displayed in the dim light. That's what he was - distracting. He always had been, really; he'd always held some sort of priority in the passive's mind even when he'd refused the significance of it. It was hard to deny it now, staring into his eyes, nestled in close beside him. Even when he'd thought the younger servant a nuisance, like when he'd first been placed with himself and Jamie, he hadn't been able to keep Fionn off his mind for long.

It was scary.

It was scary, admitting to himself that he was attached, and that for once he cared about someone other than himself. That for once, his priority wasn't to keep himself unseen, unheard, unpunished, but to be near Fionn. It was frightening, and it contributed to the light, fluttering feeling deep within his chest. This was worth it though, right? It felt like it was, when he got to see his former roommate in such a state, blushing and... happy. Yes, of course it was.

He felt the hand move up his neck and to his chin, the little action combined with his companion's quiet words bringing another smile to his face, only slightly embarrassed for being so easily pleased. Although he didn't respond straight away, his own free hand did move to pull Fionn's leg over his own, the Hessean offering a nod and leaning in closer to his former roommate again.

"Please," replied Lars in the softest - but most affirming as he could manage - of voices, the blonde moving forward to press another kiss to Fionn's lips. Gentle, again, the older still quite unsure of himself and of kissing anyone in general, but deeper than the last, while the hand on Fionn's leg pushed lightly upward until it found his waist.

[Fionn]

Clock's Eve 2719 | Clocking Late
Grand Library, Brunnhold

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For some strange reason, the teenager feared that Lars would laugh at him, laugh at his neediness. He probably seemed desperate — he was desperate — needing to be close to him, pressed against him, kissing him. If he told him ‘no’ now then Fionn thought that he might die on the spot. He didn’t think he’d refuse, not with the way he’d sighed when the middle Madden pulled away and he certainly hadn’t tried to shove him off. Though even if he didn’t refuse, he’d be well within his rights to laugh; the blond was sure that he seemed ridiculous. He felt a bit like giggling himself actually, the whole thing strangely awkward but somehow good at the same time. He wouldn’t have thought that there could be anything positive about awkwardness but apparently he would have been wrong.

There was silence between them, Fionn stewing in his own anticipation and fearing rejection as Lars didn’t immediately respond. He licked his lips, resisting the urge to bite his lower one, unsure if he should just draw back and take his former roommate’s silence as a no. But if he was deliberating and the blond pulled back then that might put the Hessean off entirely. It was he who had placed them this close together so surely he wasn’t disinterested in this, right?

The hand on his leg surprised him, brown eyes darting down in confusion until he realised what the other was doing and allowed himself to be led, leg thrown over the other man’s. Cosy could definitely still apply to what was going on here but it was a bit more intimate, a bit more suggestive that things could get more heated, not that Fionn wanted that. He had restraint, especially when he didn’t particularly want to-

Before his mind could drift further into carnality — a difficult thing to avoid considering given the manner of their closeness — the other blond leaned close and offered soft affirmation, the single word almost a plea although it held none of the desperation that Fionn currently felt. His teeth did find his lip then, nipping it briefly before their mouths met again. There was a hum from the teenager, edging towards a groan as Lars kissed him. There might have been some hesitancy there, uncertainty but it didn’t make the contact any less sweet. His answering kiss was gentle but deep, hands moving so that he cupped the other’s face between them. As he let his lips sigh apart and he tried to coax the other to part his own, one hand stayed cupping the man’s cheek while the other shifted to his hair, twining carefully in the flowing locks.

It was incredibly right for them to be this way. His heart was definitely racing but there was none of that need to which he’d grown accustomed and taken as a given when it came to other men. He still wanted the other obviously but he found that he would be quite content to simply keep kissing him. Hell, Fionn thought that he might be happy enough by simply remaining in this embrace. It was comfortable here, safe even and it was so different from when they’d kissed in the laundry storeroom. There was no fear of being disturbed here, no sense that someone would come along and shake any door knobs; they had absolute privacy. This was still quite a clandestine act though, more forbidden, perhaps because they were in the library without permission or supervision — not that he wanted any kind of supervision right now!

If Lars didn’t stop him then Fionn would be quite happy to keep kissing him, fingers roaming through blond strands and leaving them in a state of upheaval that mirrored his own. He’d press close, his kisses becoming a bit more feverish before finally drawing away, panting slightly and moving to rest his forehead against Lars’ own.

“I’m… I’m good at this talking thing… aren’t I?” he teased lightly, laughing softly. “It’s not like we have many chances like this though. We can talk in front of others but uh… I think we’d get more than stares if we erm… did this.”

While kissing him in front of others would have some serious consequences, the youth couldn’t help but smirk. The notion amused him for its shock value but he quite liked the idea of being able to snog Lars anywhere, not that sneaking around didn’t have a thrill of its own.

“I’d quite like to be able to- I’m not ashamed of this,” the young man murmured. He leaned back a bit, running a hand through his own hair so that it ended up further mussed. “But you don’t hate me and we both want this so…” he shrugged.

“There isn’t really anything to discuss. I know I wanted to say a whole load of things before but… they hardly matter now.”

The smile lingered, the blond placing his arms carefully around his companion’s shoulders, keeping a close watch for signs of disapproval. If he didn’t protest then he’d hug him a little stiffly, laying his head on the man’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck beneath his jaw before he settled down. They’d both have to get back to the dorm sooner rather than later but he was quite reluctant to leave. Any punishment that might be bestowed on him would be worth it for the chance to share this time with his former roommate. It was just such a shame that they weren’t sharing a room anymore.