[ Oh. Sinclair whines softly, sensations overwhelming him from every angle. Every sensation is unexpected, and almost too much and he digs his fingers harder into Oria's shoulders, grappling for purchase, insensible to everything else]
Oria--I---
[He turns his head a little and if Oria pulls back even a little, he'll nip blindly at Oria's jaw. He shudders, losing some of his words, as he tries to recenter himself]
no subject
Oria--I---
[He turns his head a little and if Oria pulls back even a little, he'll nip blindly at Oria's jaw. He shudders, losing some of his words, as he tries to recenter himself]
--you in me.