[Sinclair nips at Oria's lip as he breaks the kiss, nuzzling back along his jaw, pressing more heated kisses this time as he slides one hand under Oria's shirt, palm against his skin as he slides his hand up slowly, just appreciating the feel of Oria's skin against his hand]
...when I'm alone, I like to think about things like this. You.
[He gives Oria another kiss, to hide his own blush]
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...when I'm alone, I like to think about things like this. You.
[He gives Oria another kiss, to hide his own blush]