[ Oria turns his head to catch Sinclair's lips into a messy kiss. He won't let him get away for now. There is a lot of nibbling, nips, and licks into that kiss, but also actions without calculation--being purely driven out of instinct. His hand bunches a bit of Sinclair's hair but doesn't pull and the other slides to the side of his hips to the back of his thigh, grabbing it and trying to pull him closer.
He briefly pulls away from the kiss to ask: ]
What are your thoughts like? About how good it felt?
[ A small peck. ]
About how you want to feel that good again?
[ Then he resumes the kiss in full. It's really getting messy... ]
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He briefly pulls away from the kiss to ask: ]
What are your thoughts like? About how good it felt?
[ A small peck. ]
About how you want to feel that good again?
[ Then he resumes the kiss in full. It's really getting messy... ]