[ Oria's breathing gets heavier as he shifts his legs as if that'll help him. It doesn't and it only serves to rub harder against Sinclair between the legs. ]

I...

[ He shakily breathes out. ]

I want to get over it, so going all the way should... be the way to go, right? But, I... I'm really nervous.

[ It's always the reason why he covers up aside from boatneck shirts. He's never worn shorts, even with the hems at his knees. Arm sleeves are sometimes worn when it's not too hot outside. He's also never been in swimwear in his entire life and he always dresses the way he always does, even on the beach.

He feels like his heart is pounding in his ear—not from arousal, but suddenly of fear, even though he shouldn't be scared. ]

Just... keep looking at me. My face. Okay?