[ At this point, Oria is very much enjoying himself. Even before Sinclair grinding his leg between his, his face has been feeling warm and a haze settles in his mind. His breathing starts to get heavier, and he keeps nipping at the side of his neck, letting his breath part over it. It also makes him realize that he needs to look for it. It shouldn't be too far in... He moves his fingers around until he feels something different--
Oh.
He thinks this is it. Oria gently presses onto it, awaiting Sinclair's reaction. ]
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Oh.
He thinks this is it. Oria gently presses onto it, awaiting Sinclair's reaction. ]