[ He anchors himself against Oria's shoulders, tightening his grip against him as he arches his body up, drinking in every moment of this kiss. This is real, and Sinclair is all the more aware of it now, after two months of living in a different plane of existence, so to speak. His own wants, selfish and greedy, hadn't ebbed one bit in their time apart. So he nips at Oria's lip, coaxing his lips apart, wanting to make it clear that between there and here, nothing had changed for him.]
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