For Lookscold: Learning Experience #01 :｡･:*:･ﾟ'☆

[iceandheather]

(OOC note: The actions taking place here will not carry over outside of this storyline context; with regard to other threads/storylines/locations i.e. the meme, this is basically AU for these characters, and it never happened.)[It is night at Norway's old house in the middle of nowhere. Through some persuading and a little bribery, Norway had

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[lookscold]

[ Iceland definitely isn't and wasn't exactly the one to decline free things, especially those of a certain alcoholic variety. Norway wasn't the only one tipsy in this situation. The only reason (he tells himself) he's letting Norway rest on him in such a way is because no one was around, and, well, the alcohol certainly helped buzz him into a more comfortable state of mind. His cheeks are satisfyingly warm and slightly flushed.

That look serves to make Iceland lean the other way slightly, but not anything that would render Norway's head to shift away from his shoulder. It's not as surprising when buzzed. ]

What's that? I thought you knew everything about me.

[ Half joking. Half serious. Iceland doesn't quite know. ]

[lookscold]

That so...

[ Looks like Iceland stole those words from Norway. He does absorb things from his older brother, after all. He lets himself just take in the other's warmth for a moment. It feels nice.

But it is perhaps that wonderful warmth that makes him brave. There are surely other ways to go about it, but his tipsy desire to hint at Norway that he's fine with it without actually articulating takes over, and he... Reaches his hand to lightly tug and play at Norway's curl. It's almost childish, but he seems all right with that.

If Norway was against it, he would just say it was an accident. That's all right. ]

[iceandheather]

[Norway was about to reply, and then... that.]

[He flushes deeply again. Drops his gaze. Does his best to keep himself from shivering, because he knows, with how close they are to one another, that Iceland can feel it. He doesn't want to react too much, not when he isn't entirely certain, but it's difficult.]

Y'realize... What you're doin' now's equivalent t'something more serious, understand. Jus' so we're clear.

[Even after Norway feels he has composed himself enough to speak, his voice wavers. He pauses. Licks his lips. Looks to him, and tries again.]

Tell me plain. You okay with this?

[lookscold]

Does it--

[ Iceland has a quicker idea to deny everything. Just to drop it and pretend he didn't know what that equivalent t'something more serious refers to. But he's so... For lack of better phrasing, he is simply bothered. To stop now wouldn't be fair to his honest self. He looks to Norway, trying his best to portray his determination. ]

Plain? I'm... I'm fine with it...
Someone I trust and know well, y'know...

[iceandheather]

[That is all he needs to know. He can see that determination, and as for what was said -- well, there's only one way to interpret that. So, he accepts it.]

Okay.

[He wonders if he would have agreed to it under other circumstances, then decides it doesn't matter.]

What were you goin' to say. Before.

[lookscold]

... Does it seem weird at all?

[ Being honest to himself with this, too. He wants it now. He hadn't given it much thought before- Well, there was also that idea lingering but... Never so determined. ]

I should probably be fine with it since I know you so well and trust you, Nor, but...

[ Shifts in place again. ]

... No. I am fine with it.

[ Leans in closer, making sure to close in quite a bit of space between their faces, especially. ]

[iceandheather]

[He wants to say "No weirder than some of the other things I've done while drunk", because it isn't. But then suddenly Iceland is closer, much closer, and the words dissolve before he can even voice them. And suddenly he feels tired -- tired of talking. Iceland said he was fine with it. That's good enough.]

[Reassured by that determination, Norway closes the distance between them. He shifts close and kisses Iceland, soft but lingering. Light enough that it's almost as if to say, he's giving him one more chance to back away from it.]

[lookscold]

[ Iceland does not register it as a chance to back away at all, instead as a chance to finally act on what his mind and body are pushing him to do. A single taste of it, despite the subtlety of it, is enough to drive him to press in closer. Impatience is what it was, now. That inexperience already dominating any sort of proper initiation.

Though, admittedly, it was easier to kiss deeper so quickly because he was tipsy. ]

[iceandheather]

[The impatience surprises him. Somehow, Norway hadn't expected it. But it comes as a bit of relief, a confirmation that Iceland's words were genuine. So: he relaxes a bit, kisses him more firmly, very aware of this new closeness, the warmth of him, Iceland's arm around his shoulders, Iceland's fingers brushing through his hair.]

[... And Norway is aware, too, of the inexperience. Though they have hardly done anything yet, it shows. Norway makes note of it. This, then, will be the test run, to determine what he has to work with here.]

[lookscold]

[ Iceland repositions himself slightly, enough to allow him to be more comfortable while still having that ability to do all the things he wants to do. He can taste the alcohol through the kiss, the flavours different but equally as strong in presence to one another. ]

[ He has no idea just how inexperienced he is. He has no idea that Norway has even caught on to any hint of it. However, the proof becomes stronger when he doesn't make a move to go further. Not yet, anyhow. His mind is too reeled in with the thought of kissing, macking, snogging, what-have-you... And just how much he's enjoying simply that. Especially from someone he was sure he would never have the opportunity to exchange such intimacy with. ]

[iceandheather]

[While Iceland's mind is reeling, Norway's is reasoning - as best as he can reason while inebriated, at least. He's in no hurry, and he expects Iceland isn't either. They have all night; they can take their time. As Iceland moves, Norway shifts in turn, trying to arrange himself more comfortably.]

[... Still, he thinks. Some initiative wouldn't hurt.]

[Norway frames it as suggestion: brushing his tongue lightly over Iceland's lips, pressing somewhat closer to him as if to say, 'what next? This is on you. You decide'. He doesn't know Iceland's comfort level, can't be sure of how quickly he wants to move. Best, he reasons, to let him make the decisions, at least for the most part.]

[lookscold]

[ Shivers a little in response to the tongue trailing his lips. The whole situation seemed like an unlikely mash-up of fantasy and reality. That initiative certainly did not hurt, either. ]

[ He uncoils his hold around Norway, not entirely sure if he should be undressing himself for this... Or undressing Norway... Or... ]

[ Damn, he's just making this far too complicated on himself. He holds the kiss, his hand sliding down to the front of Norway's trousers. Whether it were a zipper or buttons or whatever, he just knew he wanted to tease the other first. That's what experienced people do... Is what he tells himself. He presses his palm against Norway's clothed region, rubbing in a mix of pressures. It's not like he knew what got his brother going or anything. He would just have to experiment. ]

[iceandheather]

[Norway wants to say, 'Iceland, the hell are you doing', but his mouth is otherwise occupied. He hadn't expected that. Moving so quickly. Part of him is satisfied with his brother's eagerness; another part of him wants to sigh and stop to give a short lecture on foreplay and how to go about it. But. Time and place. Regardless, Norway knows, between the alcohol and everything else, it will take a slight change of approach to get himself going properly.]

[He breaks the kiss gently and moves to nuzzle by Iceland's ear, brush soft kisses along his neck there, then murmurs, his voice low:]

Might have more luck if'n y'touch my hair, too.

[lookscold]

Ah...

[ A sound that acknowledges Norway's suggestion, especially since he wants to be led on. He wants to be told how to satisfy the one in front of him right now. But, also, there was a tone to that single sound that showed how much he enjoyed Norway's voice and the kisses trailing his neck. ]

[ He abandons his "attempts" below, and focuses more on bringing one of his hands up, burying his hand in Norway's hair. 'It's soft,' is what he thinks to himself... Then, dragging his hand through it, he travels to the back near the curl, brushing against it lightly. He's not rushing this time. Well, trying not to rush. ]

[iceandheather]

[The brush of fingertips against his haircurl makes his breath waver, makes his already-flushed cheeks grow redder again. So he isn't opposed to guidance, Norway thinks, licking his lips. Good.]

[That done, Norway resumes kissing down Iceland's throat, lightly, lips slightly damp. Caressing, seeking out the sensitive areas that will get him the reaction he wants, more of those appreciative sounds.]

[lookscold]

[ Iceland luls his head to the side a bit, allowing room for Norway to spoil him. Each time Norway's lips found their way to a special spot, Iceland's breath would hitch. A sound would follow, a sound catching itself in his throat. ]

[ As a response, he grips Norway's hair with a spice of harshness to it. By no means incredibly rough, more as a brace against the sensations. Iceland begins to pamper Norway's hair with a bit more enthusiasm, burying his hand in the strands. He also began to concentrate most of his efforts on properly teasing that curl, stroking and rubbing it in various ways, hoping Norway enjoyed his efforts. ]