[Sinclair draws taut, barely having a moment to bury his face against Oria's shoulder to muffle his too loud cry. That felt good, unexpectedly so and rubs himself against Oria messily with a low whine. The flush on his cheeks deepens further as he tightens his hold on Oria's shoulders]
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[Sinclair draws taut, barely having a moment to bury his face against Oria's shoulder to muffle his too loud cry. That felt good, unexpectedly so and rubs himself against Oria messily with a low whine. The flush on his cheeks deepens further as he tightens his hold on Oria's shoulders]
Oria--