meme for pocky /high school AU meme

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[1.This is sure a thing, don't question the time-loop continuum and go with it] [2. Now with a high school AU]

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[dissimulative]

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

I want you...

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

[insinning]

[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]

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"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. ]

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

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. ]

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

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. ]

[insinning]

[ 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]

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[ 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?

[insinning]

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]

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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. ]

[insinning]

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...

[dissimulative]

I love you.

[ He whispers into Sinclair's ear as he strokes the inner thigh even more, pressing the fingertips in and lightly scratching over the clothes. He's very careful with the touches so that he doesn't touch Sinclair where he probably wants to be touched the most. ]

[insinning]

Ah--

[ The words send a heady rush through Sinclair's head and he whimpers, his hips rocking up a little desperately. He pulls free Oria's hand to wind his arms around his shoulder and press close. He's so close now, and it's almost embarrassing how he is]

[dissimulative]

After this, I'll show you just how big my love is for you.

[ He kisses Sinclair's ear and bites on the earlobe as his hand gets dangerously close, but it's never enough. ]

[insinning]

Oria--

[But it is enough. Sinclair whimpers again, burying his face against Oria's neck as release crashes over him in a sudden wave. He pants a little against Oria's neck and he blushes hard ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh, he actually did it. Oria looks happy with himself as he kisses Sinclair's cheek and finally undos the pant so that he can stroke him directly despite how he just came.

No breaks. They're going all in steadily, constantly, until one of them doesn't want it anymore. This is why Oria doesn't take off the tie off Sinclair's face either. ]

[insinning]

A-aah--

[Sinclair cries out, overstimulated to his now oversensitive length driving him wild. He's already stirring, getting hard again. It's a lot, and he's desperate to feel Oria in anyway possible. His eyes feel damp from all the sensations, too much for him]

This is--a lot.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria decides to use the mess as lubricant as he continues to firmly stroke him. ]

Remember, you can tell me if you don't want it anymore.

[ He rubs his thumb over the tip. ]

[insinning]

Nn-! [Sinclair practically whimpers, his cheeks burning and eyes hot beneath the blindfold as he bucks up against Oria's hand. He shudders, his length getting hard again already as he digs his fingers into Oria's shoulders and gasps against his ear. He feels sparks racing down his skin, hot and sharp]

Oria--I want this--I want you--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria holds back a shudder, but it's fine. He can still take control of the situation. ]

Tell me how much you want me.

[ The pants get lower even further and Oria's other hand moves from his hip to the ass as if to tell him of impending things to come. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair whimpers again, rocking up against Oria restlessly. He squirms, gasping, needy]

Please. I want you so much--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's finger circles the entrance before inserting it. Thank god for Fragment's mechanics or this wouldn't be working. He continues to stroke the length with the other hand and lightly bites over the adam's apple of Sinclair's neck. ]

[insinning]

[ 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]

--you in me.

[dissimulative]

Mm. I'm getting there.

[ Oria starts stretching the inside, making scissoring motion to help Sinclair get used to it better. He does that for a while before taking his finger out, because he's starting to feel incredibly impatient right now. He undos his own pants, aligns himself and presses inside a little at a time. His breath hitches when he feels Sinclair all around him. ]