dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ Oria laughs a little. ]

Don't say that... I might really be tempted to do it.

[ And he knows that's wrong. He's rich, so he must be able to do whatever he'd like, whenever he wants. But it's not like Oria to meddle too much. "The rich are all-too powerful and money can solve everything" is often the answer most people often arrive at. Still, his pride won't let him. ]

And you know I will.

Mm... [And it's that knowledge Oria has too much pride to interfere that has Sinclair feeling warm and wistful all at once. He tilts his head up and kisses Oria again]

I know. [Which is why he wont say it again, even if the longing feels overpowering sometimes. He had his own sense of pride in his work too] That's why we should make the most of today and tomorrow morning.

[ Oria sighs and looks at Sinclair before he deflates a little. ]

You know what we should do?

Hmm?

[Sinclair blinks up at him in questioning. He's enjoying this hug]

We should make out.

[ Most unromantic. Ever. ]

[...

Why does Oria always do this]

Ah.

[He pretends to consider it, but he's tugging Oria down for another soft kiss anyway]

Out here?

[ He gives Sinclair a small kiss in return and smiles. ]

I don't hear you saying "no". But if you want, we can go hide behind the rocks. It'll be darker there.

[ Though colder. He doesn't think he has to mention that though. It's breezy and they're right next to the ocean. ]

Why would I say no?

[But he does tug Oria towards the rocks. He does not want Michel or anyone else walking in on them, thanks. It'll be colder, but Oria is plenty warm]

Because you were acting like you had a hard time deciding.

[ Oria isn't too into doing things in public either, but the house has too many people and it has a much higher chance to be walked in on with how chaotic the group is sometimes. He doesn't want that, so he'd prefer it here, hidden behind the rocks. Maybe it'll be nice, since they're approaching summer-like weather, so it's not freezing.

But once they get there, Oria gently pins Sinclair by the shoulders to one of the bigger rocks that's much larger than both of them. He wants to kiss him so bad, so he won't wait any longer. Lips meet lips again, but it's not as gentle as before. He already starts gradually letting go of the inhibition that kept him restrained for so long in public.

After some seconds of that, he parts the kiss briefly. ]

Let's try not to make it too obvious though, hm?

[ And he resumes the kiss right away. ]

[Sinclair feels his pulse quicken immediately when Oria pins him to a boulder. He blinks up at Oria, a little dazed and nods, reaching up to curl his fingers against Oria's neck]

Mm-

[But Oria is already kissing him before he can really voice his agreement, but Sinclair melts into it anyway, kissing Oria just as heatedly. It's been so long and they had been holding back all day]</small.

[ It feels good to kiss Sinclair like this. He missed this so much, particularly in reality. All the moments in thr game felt real, but it was of a construed digital self. It wasn't really him in a sense. Despite that, either way, he presses on in the kiss very insistently. There's no more patience. He will eat him up right now greedily and savor every moment of it. ]

[ He anchors himself against Oria's shoulders, tightening his grip against him as he arches his body up, drinking in every moment of this kiss. This is real, and Sinclair is all the more aware of it now, after two months of living in a different plane of existence, so to speak. His own wants, selfish and greedy, hadn't ebbed one bit in their time apart. So he nips at Oria's lip, coaxing his lips apart, wanting to make it clear that between there and here, nothing had changed for him.]

[ Oria would also want to echo that there isn't anything different from him in the game and here, but there's a glaring difference if you happen to know. He's still bothered by it, even though he knows that Sinclair is always sincere and will love him anyway regarding his problem. He wishes his fears could be processed easily and do away with it, but getting over heights is a little different from this issue in particular.

He parts his lips, welcoming Sinclair's tongue inside. The kiss continues deeply with so much desire and wanting as one of his hands card through Sinclair's hair. ]

[ He's always loved the feeling of Oria's fingers through his hair, and he kisses more intently, licking against the roof of Oria's mouth. The strength of how much he loves Oria and wants him sometimes embarrasses Sinclair. But he knows Oria wants him just as much from this one kiss alone and that sets him at ease too.

His hands squeeze a little more tightly at Oria's shoulders. His own hair is as fluffy as ever, a touch longer from when they had last seen each other in person, but still falling with the same gentle waves as before.

But if Oria touches Sinclair's ears, he might notice Sinclair has a pair of very small and delicate lobe piercings he never had before - fairly recent too since they're still a little tender]

[ He's seen them every since he locked eyes with Sinclair in this place. He's been meaning to ask about it, but he supposes he can find out now. Sort of. After he's had his fill of combing through Sinclair's hair with his fingers, the hand lowers to brush the earlobe with a thumb. With their lips still together: ]

When did you get this?

Nn--

[Sinclair's breath hitches a little more and he makes a soft noise. That...felt like something. Hm.]

A week ago...? [He kisses Oria a little more insistently] Just needed a reminder that...[He trails off in distraction but Oria can probably can infer what he meant; that this was reality. That he wasn't going to vanish into data again at any moment. He hadn't changed much about his actual appearance at all in Fragment, for better or worse, it took too long for the unsettling feeling of not-quite-fitting to fade for his liking.]

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[ Oria has a feeling that it could be a reminder for reality, but it could also mean a lot of other things—things he doesn't know about.

He kisses Sinclair rougher than before to the point that he's pushing his head to the rock to make it stay there. He thinks about the time when Sinclair messed with his ear back in Fragment, so he'll just have to do the same. For now, his fingers play with his ear, rushing and squeezing the earlobe but not directly where the piercing is. ]

[It's for reality, the fun of it, the little reminders to keep his sense of self no matter what. Little things.

It always sends a heated jolt through him when Oria gets a little rough like that. He shivers, moaning a little into the kiss, as his blush deepens. It's a little much to be this sensitive isn't it?]

[ Even after kissing him so much, he still hasn't had enough. He wants more and more of Sinclair's small noises, the shuddering, how his body tenses for him—

He finally breaks the kiss. The sheer amout of how much he wants Sinclair right now overpowers the fact that they're near the ocean. He moves his head so that he can kiss his ear, licking and nibbling around the piercing as he quietly breathes out into his ear. ]

I love you so much. I want you.

[ The hand remains on Sinclair's shoulder, pinning him, and the other tries to get under his shirt. With the combination of wet sounds and his heavy breathing into his ear, he already tries to slot his thigh between Sinclair's legs. ]

I need you, Emil.

[ He whispers with his voice dipped and bites. ]

[Sinclair whimpers, his heart pounding even harder. He shudders, grinding against Oria's leg as heat warms his skin. He digs his fingers against Oria's shoulders, his breath soft and unsteady as he tips his head to the side, eyes squeezing shut at the sounds, the heat of Oria's mouth against his now too sensitive ear]

You have me. Everything--I'm yours.

[Hidden by the rocks, he feels a little less aware of their surroundings, even as the waves break the shoreline. It's hard to think clearly with anything when Oria keeps touching him like this]

I wondered when I could touch you like this again. I missed feeling you in my hands.

[ He whispers, still into Sinclair's ear. ]

You're so warm under my touch.

[ He bites the earlobe close to the piercing as the hand under the shirt goes further up, sliding up to his chest. ]

Ah--Oria...

[ Sinclair moans a little louder, biting his lip a second late when he remembers they're still outside, and even if everyone was occupied right now inside, he could be heard if they came to close. He blushes harder, swallowing another noise as he rocks himself against Oria's thigh, his body already stirring in reaction. Time and distance hadn't done anything to dull how much he had been wanting this either. His hands drop down to Oria's hips, skimming at the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping just beneath]

I missed you. Your hands. Everything.

[ He continues to grind his thigh between Sinclair's legs, pressing in harder with just the right amount of pressure. Oria squirms a little when he feels Sinclair's hand go under his shirt, but tries not to pay much attention to it by biting the ear with a canine as if to pierce the skin (it doesn't) and moves down to leave kisses down his neck. Nothing visible. No marks. ]

Nn-! Oria...

[Sinclair makes a desperate little sound, grinding down on Oria's thigh with a little more abandon than before. One hand settles just against the planes of Oria's stomach, over where he had remembered those bandages had been, and the other anchors against Oria's shoulder again, trying to keep himself steady. The kisses have Sinclair shivering with need, panting as heat pools in his stomach]

[ Oria takes that as indication that he must be doing it right for him to react that way so he grazes his teeth across the skin of his neck too, while panting—letting his breath part over the neck. ]

Emil... do you need help to keep standing?

[ Of course Oria is going to be smug about it as his hand goes up higher and then lower, out of his shirt until it replaces his thigh in firmly massaging the length over the pants. ]

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