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[insinning]

[He'll return those cheek kisses. His turn]

Mm. It might take a bit, but I'll make sure to come up with something that suits both of us.

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I know I won't be disappointed.

[ Ahh, kissing fiend strikes again. Oria tries to lightly smush Sinclair's cheeks. ]

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Ah, why...? [Sinclair squirms a little. Leave his cheeks alone or he'll go after Oria's too. Mooshing Oria's face in turn? He's on Oria's lap how badly can this go]

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Because I know you'll want it to the best you can make it, and that's all I need.

[ They'll tip over if Sinclair pushes Oria while mooshing his face... but for now, it's just mutual mooshing. ]

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But you always go for my cheeks...[They aren't that soft anymore. Maybe. Mooshing some more. He'll be good and not tackle Oria or anything like it]

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[ Oria laughs even through the mooshing of his cheeks. His arms fall back down and goes to wrap around Sinclair's torso, but falls back so that his own hands meet at Sinclair's lower back. ]

Because you're so cute.

[insinning]

[Sinclair wrinkles his nose a little and bumps their foreheads together. No more cheek mooshing. Just cuddling now]

Uhuh...

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You are so very endearing to me, Emil. Always.

[ Since their faces are so close, Oria gives him a small kiss. ]

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[It doesn't matter how many times Oria showers him with affectionate words. They still get Sinclair to blush each time, and he's glad for the kiss to silence his flustering]

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[ Seeing Sinclair blush is so cute. Very endearing. Oria will treasure it for as long as he lives. ]

Wanna go to sleep? We're on the bed already.

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[Sinclair nods, blushing a little more]

Yeah...I probably shouldn't stay up too late. [And Oria wasn't the type anyway] Could I borrow some of your clothes?

[dissimulative]

Sure! You can pick any of them out from the closet.

[ There are lots of comfortable shirts with sweatpants too, all for Sinclair's choosing. Though if Sinclair goes off to choose, Oria will watch from the bed, smiling. A part of him thinks that maybe Sinclair isn't as carnally activated on his own, and that's probably a good thing. ]

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[He's feeling fuzzy and warm when he gets up, picking out a shirt and pants. He hesitates, half ready to go into bathroom to change when he remembers Oria has seen him naked plenty of times, albeit most of those times were in Fragment. It shouldn't be embarrassing at all to change in front of Oria, he tells himself, still blushing as he undresses, leaving his clothes folded neatly to the side.

Though like this Oria might catch some fading bruising from his training too...]

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[ Oria eyes the fading bruises and thinks to himself that Sinclair is really working hard, and it's very much the evidence of that. ]

You know, you can change in the bathroom if you want to... you don't have to force yourself.

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[Sinclair frowns a tiny bit, and returns to the bed - now in Oria's clothes - and kisses him firmly]

...I'm not forcing myself.

[And then he kisses Oria again in reassurance, linking their fingers together]

I just forgot a little, what it was like...

[to have Oria's eyes on him. Should he admit he likes it?]

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Oh...?

[ Oria's lips curl into a slight smile. ]

What did you forget? Hm?

[ Their fingers are linked and the way Sinclair keeps giving him kisses like this makes Oria want to take back what he thought. He doesn't return the kisses, because he wants to see what Sinclair would do. ]

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[He has a feeling Oria is goading him on. And it makes him a tiny bit huffy, since Oria was just handling him a little too delicately just then too. He reddens, but slides onto the bed, straddling Oria's lap]

To share the same bed...to have you look at me...

[If Oria isn't going to return his kisses, then he'll just nuzzle a little at Oria's jaw. Yes? No?]</small.

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Now that you remember the feeling, does it feel good?

[ Oria leans in to the side of Sinclair's head, next to his ear, speaking in a low and quiet voice: ]

Does it turn you on when I watch you get changed...?

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[Sinclair shivers a little, but he presses a firm, insistent kiss to Oria's jaw, then along his neck. The way Oria speaks to him like that, makes him dizzy with a sudden aching desire. His hands slip a little under Oria's shirt, the barest brush of his fingers...]

...yes. I want you to only look at me.

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[ There's a small sound from Oria when Sinclair presses those kisses along his jaw and neck. The hands, even though brushed just slightly against his skin, feels warm. He missed this—he missed Sinclair's touch... his hands on him. ]

There's no one else that I'd look at with the way I look at you, Emil.

[ His voice sounds slightly breathy into Sinclair's ear. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair swallows, those words easing a strange little knot he didn't know that existed in his chest. It's not that he was worried or anxious. Well, maybe a little. He knows Oria's feelings and doesn't doubt them. But feelings aren't always logical. And fills him with wonder each time Oria keeps choosing Sinclair.

His hands settle along the planes of Oria's stomach, as he scatters more soft, heated kisses along the curve of Oria's neck, shifting up to press one just under his ear too, nuzzling]

And I only want you. You're the only one I see.

[He had gotten good at it, dividing his life into portions, segmenting them off where they could. But his feelings for Oria wasn't something that simple, even if he managed to repress his other wants, his other desires. But here with Oria, all of those feelings come spilling out again, unravelling free]

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You're all I could ever ask for.

[ The assumption that Sinclair is trying to take charge of the situation is really attractive to Oria and it gets him further worked up. Those words—Oria really likes them. His breath nearly catches in his throat when he says the following: ]

So I'll only look at you. Make it so that you'll be the only one I can think of no matter the distance.

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[ Sinclair lifts his gaze, his breath stuttering for a moment in his chest. He feels dizzy with those words, the weight of that promise. Colour rises in his cheeks, as his eyes grow darker. Just like that, it's as if something sparks a little differently, the little whispers of caution snuffed out in an instant]

Mn. I'll make it so you can't forget.

[ And he presses forward, hands sliding up over Oria's chest, tracing over his skin. He pushes Oria down against the bed, kissing him deeply]

[dissimulative]

[ He was worried about Sinclair's libido exploding from not seeing him for so long, but really, Oria felt like that in his case too. That's the only reason why he thought about it. When the memory is brought up to the forefront of his mind, it makes him return the kiss, just as deeply if not more. It's run by his feelings without the calculations needed to tease Sinclair as he sometimes does. His hands roam Sinclair's back before latching onto his shoulderblades to pull him close. ]

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[ Every tangled desire he had repressed in their time apart rises to the surface in an instant. More. He wants to keep touching Oria, he wants to experience everything in this moment all over again. He makes a soft noise into the kiss, his lips moving against Oria's eagerly as he braces himself against the bed with one arm, the other still tracing over Oria's chest, relearning where Oria was most sensitive.

He wonders if Oria can feel it, every bit of yearning he had in their time apart in his touches, his kisses. ]