dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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.]

Edited 2023-12-09 09:06 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[That gets Sinclair squirming a little, clutching harder at Oria's shoulder. It's hard to remember to have any sense at all when Oria touches him there and he presses his face against Oria's neck to steady himself]

...I'm--[He kisses the curve Oria's shoulder insistently, wishing either of them could mark. But then everyone would know they had gotten up to, and he definitely doesn't want that.]

You're not fair...

[He trails off as Oria's hand moves between his thighs and he moans softly, a little more needy than before]

Hm? If you want to make it fair, you can try...

[ Is Oria challenging him? Yeah. Fight him. In the meantime, he undos Sinclair's pants a bit so that if he does climax, he won't have to ruin his own pants. Other than that, he strokes directly with his thumb gently swiping across the tip. ]

Ngh-!

[Sinclair nearly whimpers, biting his lip as he rocks forward into Oria's touch. Definitely mean. Definitely bullying. He shivers, turning his head to muffle his sounds against Oria's neck, and he slides his other hand up under Oria's shirt, tracing over a nipple to tease him in turn. The last time they were like this in person, Oria had been firm about him not touching below the waist--there had been Fragment of course, but that had been different. Real, but not entirely them either.]

Will you let me...?

[ Oria is about to allow Sinclair on reflex, but then he pauses last second and tries not to squirm so much when Sinclair's hand moves up like that under his shirt. To deny Sinclair right now feels like a defeat in a way, but at the same time, he thinks he needs to be on a bed if he's going to do this for the first time. He's suddenly nervous, even though he shouldn't be. He trusts Sincair to accept him. That's surprisingly not the issue here. The problem is, well, it's a matter of pride at this point but also, nerves. ]

... I won't lie, I almost forgot.

[ That this isn't Fragment? Well, no, but also, yes. ]

But I think... I should do it on a bed at first because, I'm... not sure if...

[ Words don't catch up as fast as he wants them to and he's definitely getting embarrassed. He can feel his cheek sting in the soft breeze.

Before he can mentally scream, he raises his head to kiss Sinclair rougher than usual. Words are so hard sometimes, even for someone like Oria. ]

Mm--

[ Sinclair's words of reassurance get muffled in the kiss and he kisses back just as roughly, his hand still under Oria's shirt. He circles a nipple with his thumb and arches up, trying to get closer. He's achingly hard now, arousal making his skin warm enough that he doesn't mind the cool sea breeze at all]

Then [ Sinclair manages between rough kisses] Should we go back inside? Your room?

[ It's a stray thought that if this is as private as he feels, he would mind it out here; but he wants Oria comfortable the most, and at ease. He just wants Oria to see how much he does want him in turn]

[ Oria breaks off the kiss, panting. ]

No.

[ That's immediate. ]

Also, you're loud. There's no way we can go inside with all those people there.

[ Just... saying.

But he's also not sure how loud he would be. ]

[ That's one way to get Sinclair blushing all over again, all the way to the tip of his ears. He yanks Oria closer, pointedly teasing at his nipple again by pinching at it lightly as he kisses him once more]

And whose fault is that...

[Sinclair getting loud, that is. They can get messy outside then.]

Mm...

[ Oria tries to catch his breath and his grip is firm as he resumes stroking. ]

As long as you feel good, that's all I want.

[ His voice is low. There's no shame in that for him as he resumes the messy kiss. ]

[Sinclair exhales softly, kissing Oria harder as he presses up against Oria, one hand digging firmly against Oria's shoulder, while the other just strokes over Oria's chest, taking him in again]

Just me...?

[He nips lightly at Oria's lip, kissing him messily to muffle his moans of pleasure]

[ Oria breaks the kiss again. It's not that Oria thinks he's undeserving. In fact— ]

Preferably both of us, but if I had to pick between one of us, of course I'd pick you.

[ He gives a small peck on the lips, and moves his head to the side of Sinclair's, whispering into his ear: ]

Instead, I'll let you fuck me all you want next time.

Oria--

[Oh. Sinclair feels a wave of heat pulse through him and he shudders, kissing Oria harder in turn.

It's so much, the way Oria touches him and his words send a thrill down his spine. He jerks hard against Oria's hand, the kiss muffling his moan as climax hits him hard]

[ Oria parts again, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. ]

I love you.

[ He has to work on catching his breath because that was incredibly hot to him. Owe be upon thy libido. ]

[ Sinclair takes a moment to catch his breath too. That was...wow. He nuzzles at Oria's jaw, kissing him]

I love you too.

[ He leans against Oria a little with a tiny huff. He's not tired but he sure does want to keep cuddling]

And next time, I want you to feel good too.

[ There's a small sound of affirmation as Oria gets out a wet tissue to clean Sinclair as part of the gentle aftercare. Even though the giant rock isn't soft at all, he leans back on it with Sinclair, cuddling and enjoying his warmth in a place like this.

The waves crash onto the shore with their soothing sound. ]

I'll look forward to it.

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