[Sinclair tightens his fingers against Oria's hips, hitching them up just a little more as he thrusts all the way in to the hilt. It's intoxicating feeling Oria around him like this, to be pressed in so deep. He tries to even his breathing, but it's quickly becoming shorter, more staccato with every movement. He's entranced, watching the flush spread over Oria's skin, his expression, listening to his soft little moans.]
Mmn. Oria. Me too--
[He shudders, angling his hips to brush up inside Oria at a different angle as presses a harder, sharper kiss to Oria's shoulder. He's a little harder, maybe a little less gentle than last time as his own restraint quickly unravels]
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Mmn. Oria. Me too--
[He shudders, angling his hips to brush up inside Oria at a different angle as presses a harder, sharper kiss to Oria's shoulder. He's a little harder, maybe a little less gentle than last time as his own restraint quickly unravels]