dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

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. ]

[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]

[ The more Sinclair reacts, the more Oria feels that he's drowning in the atmosphere. He's very much turned on right now and finds himself swallowing occasionally just from watching Sinclair like this. He quietly breathes out and his voice dips. ]

Emil...

[ He sucks at the adam's apple again and lightly scratches the tip with a fingernail under the shirt. Oria wants to see him lose control. ]

[ With the blindfold firmly around his eyes, Sinclair can't see Oria's expression and the vulnerability of it all makes his blush deepen further. He almost whimpers as his hips jolt up, trying to find any relief as he digs his fingers harder against Oria's shoulders at that scrape of a finger nail, the heat of Oria's mouth at his throat and the knowledge his neck must be a disaster now]

Oria...

[ He pinches with his nails and murmurs into Sinclair's neck: ]

I want you...

[ And sucks. His neck is indeed a mess right now. ]

[Nn. Sinclair writhes against Oria a little more desperately, his soft breathless moans verging on a whimper now]

Oria. Please...

[He arches up, trying to hook his leg over Oria's hip again to draw him in closer, feel the relief of friction against anything]

"Please" what? Hm?

[ Unfortunately for Sinclair, Oria stays stubborn and resists the pull of Sinclair's leg. ]

What do you want, Emil?

[ Oria finally raises the shirt and licks his chest, flicking his tongue against what he just pinched between his fingers. ]

[Sinclair lets go of Oria's shoulders to press his hands to his mouth to muffle his too loud moan, drawn out by the heat of Oria's mouth against his sensitive skin. The blindfold is definitely doing its job getting Sinclair worked up faster than usual, unable to predict anything Oria is doing to him]

T-touch me. More than just this...

[Sinclair rocks up a little again. If he had less shame he'd try grinding against Oria's thigh]

Mm, maybe if you climax without me touching you there first.

[ He still does pretty well about not touching Sinclair on where he wants to be touched. ]

But I can't believe you're trying to hold back your cute sounds from me.

[ So he grabs onto Sinclair's wrists and pins them on the beanbag chair. ]

[Sinclair's blush deepens and he arches up into Oria's hold instinctively, trying to test Oria's hold. Being restrained only fuels his arousal, and the strange sense of vulnerability makes his breathing hitch. ]

I...I don't know if I can--

[ isn't it too difficult? too--

but he's already achingly hard, he doesn't need much more]

Is that a challenge?

[ It shouldn't be, but here they are. Oria gives a nipple a lick again before lightly grazing the tip with his teeth, but tries to carefully watch Sinclair's reaction in case if he really doesn't want to do this. ]

[ Sinclair squirms, his moan a little louder than before, unable to hold back anymore]

Everything is to you--

[ Yes, yes it is. But Sinclair can't help the enjoyment of being pushed like this either]

[ Oria starts leaving more marks across Sinclair's chest. ]

You don't like it?

[ That is to say, he's not asking for approval. Sinclair has every right to feel exasperated at him. ]

Everything is a little more fun that way. Besides, you think I can't make you come without touching you directly. Then what would it mean if you do?

Mn...

[Sinclair shudders, his voice catching in his throat for every mark, sharply pulled at his skin. Arousal burns hot under his skin, and he swallows, trying to think]

...that you're a menace.

[One Sinclair is unfortunately? very in love with]

Then you're the one who can't get enough of a menace.

[ Oria lets go of one of Sinclair's wrists for his hand to touch Sinclair's knee, but leaves a trail of his fingertips to the inner thigh, lightly stroking the part that's surely sensitive with all the stimulation. ]

That--

[ Sinclair jolts under Oria's touch, writhing a little harder. His fingers dig harder into the bean bag and he whines a little]

Oria...

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