dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

Hm?

[ And Oria does it again— ]

Mn-!

[Sinclair bites his lip against a breathless little moan, and squeezes harder at Oria's shoulders. His boyfriend is the worst, clearly]

[ He hears and feels Sinclair react with the grip on his shoulders. That gives him a rather nasty idea, unfortunately, as he smiles, quietly chuckling into Sinclair's ear and lightly blows into it again. ]

I wonder if you'll come without me touching you there. So, Emil. Tell me... where are your favorite sensitive spots apart from the ear?

[ Also unfortunately, Sinclair finds his body reacting to that idea too. He shivers, his blush deepening as he considers that question]

Isn't that for you to figure out?

[ He's not going to make it that easy; besides Oria probably already knows some of them. Like his neck.]

But I thought you wanted to feel good. Though if you'd like for me to take my sweet time in finding out...

[ Oria bitesthe earlobe again. ]

... I'm not sure if your body would like that very much.

That's...

[Another soft, breathless noise and he squeezes harder at Oria's shoulders once more. He already feels a little too warm. Is this a new sort of game then? He's not rewarding Oria for bullying him]

You can try me.

[ Oria grins. Yeah, he sure will try. With one last bite on the ear, he lowers himself so that he can leave kisses all over Sinclair's neck. There's no mercy this time—the neck will be littered with hickeys wherever Oria can reach and there will be a lot, even under Sinclair's chin, where the adam's apple is. ]

[ The curve of Sinclair's neck is quite sensitive and he makes soft little sounds for each hickey left against his skin. He's not expecting one along his adam's apple and he squirms a little, going bright red, but if Oria works his way down to the lines of his collar bones, that gets Sinclair really squirming]

Oria...

[ Does he he have anything to cover up after this?]

[ Hope Sinclair has something, because that is definitely not what Oria is thinking about right now. He pulls a little at the collar to expose more of the neckline to the collarbone and makes bright red marks there as well. He seems very intent on the self-imposed challenge. ]

Nn.

[ Sinclair draws in a sharp breath for that, squirming a little under Oria. Everything feels more sensitive now than usual; heightened by the challenge maybe?]

Emil, tell me how good it feels.

[ His voice is quiet and it sounds more like he's mouthing into Sinclair's skin, leaving more marks in his wake. He's still audible though, and his hand tries to slip inside the top. ]

[Sinclair pants a little, his skin flushing as he presses up into that hand]

I like it...when you mark me there.

[ The hand slides across his stomach and gradually up his side. ]

Yeah? What if I stop here?

That would be really mean.

[ Sinclair shifts under Oria's touch, shivering with intent. If Oria keeps sliding his hand up like that, then Sinclair's shirt should just come off]

Is that what you feel like being now?

Hm... I might.

[ Oria kisses the crook of Sinclair's neck, leaving another mark there, brighter than all the others. Perhaps the shirt should come off, but will Oria do that? No. Not yet. Instead, the shirt is getting hiked up a little more as his hand goes higher up until it reaches his chest, over his heart. There's something about feeling vulnerable while still having the shield of vulnerability up rather than feeling vulnerable without it. That's Oria's way of bullying. ]

Then you're just a bully.

[It's fine. Sinclair knows in Fragment, Oria's ears are more sensitive now too. He squirms a little, feeling his skin flush with heat and desire. He's beginning to get impatient now too, so he tugs Oria up to kiss him, nipping pointedly at his lip]

Affectionately.

[ Then he's pulled up for a kiss that Oria returns. The hand slides over to the side, but the thumb remains over the heart that moves over to roll the nipple just slightly. ]

Mm...

[It's unclear if that sound is a noise of agreement or disagreement, but Sinclair kisses Oria deeply, moaning into it as Oria teases another very sensitive area on him. Mean]

[ Oria wonders how he should drive Sinclair over the edge without touching in such an obvious place. He thinks about it for a little before returning the deep kiss too and pinches under the shirt. Still, it's nice to get these reactions out of Sinclair.

But then he pulls back from the kiss. ]

Should I tie your wrists together again? I think you liked that a lot. Unless... you wanted to try something else?

[He squirms visibly this time, panting when Oria pulls away, looking up at Oria for a few dazed moments before he blushes deeply, and gives a little nod. Everything had felt even more stimulating like that. And Sinclair can't help but want to push just a little]

...I did like that. But...what else did you have in mind?

[ He's a little curious now ]

I don't think I can do anything complicated.

[ It's just them here, after all. He'd probably be up for experimenting if he didn't feel so wary about the game items' effects. ]

Maybe blindfolding?

[Sinclair tips his head to the side in thought. Blindfolding?]

We can try that.

[And if Sinclair didn't like it after all, he could just take it off.]

[ Well.

Oria changes to that outfit like before: a button up shirt, pants with leg straps, and an overcoat. The first thing he does is pull the tie off to put it over Sinclair's eyes, tying it around his head. Of course, the disadvantage of that is how Oria took his hand out of Sinclair's shirt just to do this.

Then he leans in to bite his ear again to see Sinclair's reaction. ]

[ Sinclair wonders if Oria will use all his suits in this way at some point, but the blindfold across his eyes. His breath hitches a little, anticipation making his skin tingle, but it's nothing compared to feeling that]

Ah-

[ The unexpectedness of it all draws out a louder moan from Sinclair and he arches up. He can't miss that hand too much yet but...]

[ The response gives Oria a little more hope that maybe he can do this after all—to let Sinclair get to the point of how he did before, to say "I want you to fuck me" so blatantly. That moment still feels like a fever dream.

He lowers himself to give a small lick at his neck and then bites down to leave more marks as his hand goes under his shirt again to resume rolling the nipple and even pinching the tip every now and then. ]

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