Grand Library, Brunnhold
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.