dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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. ]

[ There's really something that's a little different from what was there before when they did this sort of thing, and Oria understands it, because he feels the same way. The fingertips press down on Sinclair's back when he feels the hand moving across his chest as the kiss turns out to be more sloppy, but fueled with the passion that he feels for Sinclair right this moment. He even squirms a little under him. ]

[ Oh. He likes that. He likes that a lot. He licks into Oria's mouth, sliding their tongues together as he presses himself down a little harder. His thumb traces over a nipple, circling it and teasing it to get Oria squirming a little more. His head feels heady already, and he wonders not for the first time, what had he been worried for?]

[ Oria's breath catches in his throat and there's a small muffled sound that's buried in their kiss. He tries not to squirm, but he does some more, shifting his body and now trying to slot his leg between Sinclair's to grind his thigh against him. ]

[Oh? Sinclair does that again, teasing with more purpose, before he begins to push Oria's shirt up a little more]

Can I...?

[and if Oria lets him, he'll get it off.

He breaks the kiss to nuzzle at Oria's throat, kissing along it heatedly, without leaving any marks. He makes a soft noise as Oria's thigh presses between his legs and he rocks down against it, already getting a little hard]

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[ Yup, that shirt goes off with Oria's nonverbal permission of trying to help Sinclair take it off. He still feels self-conscious, but he tries to not let it affect him so much.

The heated kisses down his neck and the teasing makes his breath shudder into a shaky sigh.

Well, he did say that Sinclair could fuck him all he wants next time, and this is that "next time". At least there's a bed? He doesn't know how this will go and he's feeling nervous and a bit tense. ]

[Last time, there had been strictly no marking or traces on each other. But that had only served to get Sinclair a little more fired up and his lips trail lower down Oria's chest and he leaves a lingering suck just there, completely out of sight]

Oria...

[Sinclair lifts his head, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark with arousal. He's still running his hands down Oria's chest, taking in every inch. Just like before, he likes looking at Oria. He doesn't want to look away, unless Oria tells him not to]

...how far did you want to go?

[Oria's words last time had filled him with a heat he doesn't want to let go of, but it's not like he has anything like lube or condoms, so unless Oria had some...]

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[ Oria's breathing gets heavier as he shifts his legs as if that'll help him. It doesn't and it only serves to rub harder against Sinclair between the legs. ]

I...

[ He shakily breathes out. ]

I want to get over it, so going all the way should... be the way to go, right? But, I... I'm really nervous.

[ It's always the reason why he covers up aside from boatneck shirts. He's never worn shorts, even with the hems at his knees. Arm sleeves are sometimes worn when it's not too hot outside. He's also never been in swimwear in his entire life and he always dresses the way he always does, even on the beach.

He feels like his heart is pounding in his ear—not from arousal, but suddenly of fear, even though he shouldn't be scared. ]

Just... keep looking at me. My face. Okay?

Me too. 'm also...

[Sinclair's nervous too; the more he readjusts to his actual body, the more he's away of the small little differences in himself. But he knows Oria wants him. He just wants to make sure Oria knows he wants Oria just as much. He links their fingers together, nodding as he kisses Oria gently. Then deeply. He's not unaware of how covered up Oria tended to be; even in Fragment, Oria never wore anything like board shorts or anything remotely revealing.

He swallows a little as he breaks the kiss, nuzzling Oria's neck. Oria is hot, the most attractive person Sinclair has ever met, and the only one he wants to be like this with. He rocks his hips down against Oria's thighs with a soft breathless noise, and he presses another sucking kiss to Oria's chest]

Mm. I'll only look at you. You alone. [His hands shift a little, bracing over Oria's hips. Ah, he should get his own clothes off too. Maybe it was pointless changing]

Do you have anything...? Like lube or...

Mm...

[ Oria has vaseline, but he thinks that's a bad idea. He does have condoms though, so he swipes one from the tiny drawer of the nightstand next to the bed without moving so much. ]

... They were giving them out and I was gonna use them as water balloons.

[ If Sinclair needed to know why he had them. He's still near a university, after all.

But still, it leaves him without lube.......... ]

[Ah. University life. He can't help but laugh a little at that, still nuzzling Oria's throat as he takes the condom. Condoms should have a lot of lubricant to begin with but still...]

Mm. If it works, but...I don't want to hurt you or anything...

[So unless Oria had some oil or gel that could work...

This was a lot easier when they didn't have to think about it.]

Well, there's probably olive oil on the cabinet if you want to try that...

[ His voice is so quiet. He wants to expire. Just kill him right now, right here.

But still, oil isn't good for latex condoms, and that's what these are. Oria starts getting frustrated. ]

What if you just take me from the front...

[ He mumbles so, so quietly—probably from the shame that he feels right now. ]

Aloe gel might work if you have any but...[Sinclair murmurs, before he's promptly distracted. Oh.

He studies Oria's face, the expressions playing across it. He frowns a little and kisses Oria again, gently, sincerely. He squeezes at their linked hands]

Oria...I want you a lot. I keep thinking about you, and--[He blushes a little more himself. Where are the words he wants to say? He tugs Oria's hand up to nuzzle into it, to steady himself and Oria both] If it doesn't feel good for you, then...that's important too. Because I love you. I want to keep touching you, and...I want you to feel good with your body too...

[ Well, he has an aloe drink in the fridge, but he's not very up to taking a cold dick inside him.

Redness flashes across his face at what Sinclair says. It's moving. Truly. His heart feels overwhelmed and if he was the type to cry, he would right there. His hands slowly move over to cover Sinclair's cheek, one of each. ]

You're so sincere... I feel stupid for feeling so nervous.

[ He still is and it probably won't go away, but he takes one of Sinclair's hands that is linked with his and guides it lower and lower. ]

You can try... with your finger first.

[ The surgery was partially botched years ago. Therefore, the bottom was basically "put a bandaid on" by internally sterilizing instead.

Which is why if Sinclair goes past the waistband of his hands, he'll feel some sort of wetness. ]

Don't be...

[ He's really not thinking about any kind of gel now. Sinclair swallows, his cheeks flushing as he presses his finger in deeper, gently pressing in. The wetness only stirs his own arousal, and knowing Oria was comfortable enough for this is...a lot. He kisses Oria again, slowly with intent]

Like this?

Ah...

[ It makes him interrupt the kiss. His face feels like it stings, and the redness is a little more visible in his ears and cheeks. He tries to resume the kiss, but the feeling is just So Much—emotionally. ]

[ Sinclair flushes a little more but lets Oria take the lead with the kiss, his lips moving against Oria's slowly, almost sensual. His finger moves in and out, sliding against those slick folds to see what make Oria feel good]

[ Oria tries to hold back on squirming. The feeling isn't too different from Fragment, but the differences can be easily felt at the same time. The kiss continues as slow, but Oria makes more sounds than usual even if quiet and very much muffled by the kiss. ]

[The quiet sounds Oria makes is a soft goad to his own arousal. Slowly, but surely, he kisses a little more intensely, his finger moving in and out and with Oria's squirming against him, his arousal aches even more. He breaks the kiss, panting softly as he kisses along Oria's neck again. His finger curls forward, rubbing purposefully this time]

I want to use another finger. Can I...?

[He nuzzles at Oria's jaw, encouraging. Reassuring.]

... Yeah.

[ AAAAAAaaaaa he doesn't want to answer questions like that, but he knows Sinclair is trying to be considerate. There's a sound from the back of his throat when he feels it curl along with the kisses along the neck again. ]

[Sinclair kisses Oria's neck firmly, slipping another finger inside as he continues to move, exploring, rubbing against that spot that seemed to make Oria feel good. He's just as nervous as Oria, and a part of him still isn't certain how--forward he's allowed to be. He wants it to be good. For both of them. And he knows Oria would just stop him if he didn't want it, but still...he wants it to be a good experience for both of them]

[ Oria's breath hitches in his throat as he arches his back a little. His breathing gets heavier. Surely, that's a sign of it feeling good, right? ]

Emil...

[ The name comes out as a small whine as his fingers claw at his back. ]

Oria...[He sucks hard at another point on Oria's chest, taking that noise as encouragement, as his fingers press in a little deeper, rubbing at that spot a little more firmly]

Ah—mm, there. It feels good there...

[ His fingers dig into Sinclair's back harder as more markings appear on his skin. He's really glad that they can be hidden easily. ]

There...? [Heat washes over him, as his fingers move against Oria's slick folds. He exhales soft and shaky with desire as he works over that spot, rubbing it firmly with slow, steady stokes. He can feel Oria's fingers dig into his back and he makes a soft noise, grinding against Oria's thigh to relief the tension of his arousal]

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