dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

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...

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. ]

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]

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. ]

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 ]

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

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--

[ 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. ]

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

Please. I want you so much--

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

Edited 2023-11-24 05:37 (UTC)

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. ]

Mn-!

[ Sinclair moans helplessly, rolling his hips as Oria finally presses into him. The noise he makes is almost a sob of relief and he digs his fingers harder against Oria's shoulders as he feels Oria fill him up]

[ He really feels those fingers digging into him and he shakily breathes out when he finally buries into Sinclair up to the hilt. He pushes Sinclair's head back against the beanbag and kisses him roughly right off the bat, trying to get it to deepen immediately as he starts thrusting into Sinclair at a very similar pace. He makes sure to hit the spot every other thrust too, in an attempt to make Sinclair see stars underneath the blindfold. ]

[ Sinclair moans are muffled into the kiss, heated and needy as he returns that intensity. Stars definitely appear in his vision as Oria fucks him roughly into the beanbag and he makes a keening noise of desperate pleasure, hooking his legs around Oria's hips to keep him there; every other thought has since been abandoned except wanting Oria to keep fucking him like this ]

[ After getting his fill of needy kisses, Oria breaks the kiss and bites Sinclair's ear, quietly panting into it and licks the outer shell. The thrusts keep their pace as if intent to make Sinclair a part of the beanbag chair from how hard he continues to thrust into him. ]

Emil.

[ His voice is breathy, sultry and low into Sinclair's ear. ]

It feels so good inside you.

[Sinclair buries his face against Oria's neck to stifle his too loud moans as each thrust from Oria wracks through his body. Arousal builds up in him fast and hard, dizzying even. His breath is short and breathless, as he tries to reach for what he wants to say as Oria's breathless words against his ear scrambles his brain]

Oria-- [ Calling out Oria's name is more like a low moan now ] I like you in me. It feels really--

--good?

[ He can't help but to quietly laugh in response as he picks up the pace with the thrusts and savors every moan that slips through Sinclair's mouth. The usual neat Sinclair coming undone like this... He really likes it. He bites his earlobe again and licks.

What should be something that you can only say while in the throes of passion...? Oria briefly thinks about it. ]

Yes--[Sinclair shudders. He's wound up all the way again, oversensitive to every touch, every bit of stimulation. His skin feels far too hot and all he can focus on his how hot Oria feels against him, and the mounting pleasure of each thrust]

[ The hand at his length resumes moving with firm strokes. Oria wants to drive Sinclair over the edge now. It's well-deserved.

That said, along with his hand movements, he leans in to bite and suck the side of his neck, hoping to get a sensitive place. ]

[That draws out a too loud cry from Sinclair and he writhes harder against Oria, heat sparking across his skin with electrifying intensity]

Oria--[He whimpers, tears of pleasure pricking at his eyes beneath the blindfold. He squeezes his legs tighter around Oria's hips, as he's torn between all the sensations pulling him in each direction] This is too much, I'm going to--

[He definitely can't last like this]

[ As a "bonus" for Sinclair, Oria leans in to give him a kiss. He'll adjust the pace of the kiss to however Sinclair would like, but he also feels like he's reaching his own end. The way it feels around him, pulsating with the warmth of a living being, absorbing reactions outside of it... he feels like he can't get enough.

He rubs the thumb over the tip and lightly drags the fingernail over the slit. ]

I'm close too, Emil.

[ He says in between kisses as he quietly continues panting. ]

I love you so much. I feel like it would never be enough, so I will always get my fill whenever I can.

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