dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

[ 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. ]

[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. ]

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