[ Sinclair's words of reassurance get muffled in the kiss and he kisses back just as roughly, his hand still under Oria's shirt. He circles a nipple with his thumb and arches up, trying to get closer. He's achingly hard now, arousal making his skin warm enough that he doesn't mind the cool sea breeze at all]
Then [ Sinclair manages between rough kisses] Should we go back inside? Your room?
[ It's a stray thought that if this is as private as he feels, he would mind it out here; but he wants Oria comfortable the most, and at ease. He just wants Oria to see how much he does want him in turn]
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[ Sinclair's words of reassurance get muffled in the kiss and he kisses back just as roughly, his hand still under Oria's shirt. He circles a nipple with his thumb and arches up, trying to get closer. He's achingly hard now, arousal making his skin warm enough that he doesn't mind the cool sea breeze at all]
Then [ Sinclair manages between rough kisses] Should we go back inside? Your room?
[ It's a stray thought that if this is as private as he feels, he would mind it out here; but he wants Oria comfortable the most, and at ease. He just wants Oria to see how much he does want him in turn]