[Enclosed in darkness, Sinclair feels more sensitive to everything. The warmth of Oria's mouth and hands, the rustle of their clothes, the way he couldn't quite predict where Oria would touch him next...
He writhes a little more, shuddering and, moaning for each touch and bite. He reaches out carefully, anchoring his hands against Oria's shoulders, giving a little squeeze. But despite the tension and anticipation running through his body, he feels deeply at ease in a way that only Oria can do for him. All Oria had to do was ask, and he'd give himself over]
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He writhes a little more, shuddering and, moaning for each touch and bite. He reaches out carefully, anchoring his hands against Oria's shoulders, giving a little squeeze. But despite the tension and anticipation running through his body, he feels deeply at ease in a way that only Oria can do for him. All Oria had to do was ask, and he'd give himself over]