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[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]

[ Oria shudders, his body tensing as Sinclair continues to work that particular place inside of him. ]

Emil... ah—you can...

[ His voice trails off as his thigh jerks against Sinclair roughly, pressing in. ]

[There's something about the way Oria's voice sounds in this moment that makes his arousal burn hotter. He swallows, working over that spot relentlessly, watching the flush spread across Oria's face. Oh. This is really...]

Mm? I can...?

[ Oria continues to breathe heavily and his fingertips claw Sinclair's back some more. His body shudders as his back arches and he tries to pull Sinclair even closer to himself. ]

Put it... in me.

[ His voice is quiet, but breathy and he's been trying to hold back sounds so that he can speak properly. ]

[Sinclair shudders with need, rocking his hips against Oria's thigh a little harder for some relief. When Oria's words sink in, he swallows again, nodding]

Oria--yes. Okay.

[He feels urgent with need now and he draws his fingers out of Oria, reaching for the condom. He pulls off his own pants, opening the condom packet to slide it over his length]

[ When Sinclair is done with that, Oria roughly pulls Sinclair by the shoulders so that he can kiss him deeply. He's already taken his own pants off half way, it still clinging to one of his legs. It doesn't matter. His thoughts are going a million miles a second, but at some point, even those are thrown out. ]

[ Everytime Oria kisses him like that, he wants to push back, meet him with the same level of intensity. He presses Oria back into the bed a little harder, one hand bracing himself while the other squeezes at Oria's hip briefly, sliding down over Oria's thigh. Then Sinclair is pressing in, a low cry muffled into the kiss as a tight heat envelops him]

[ It's hard to breathe, so he breaks off the kiss as he pants heavily. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt and there's no blood. But then he pulls Sinclair's head back so that he can resume the kiss. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to pause, but Oria shifts under Sinclair, as if to get more of him inside. ]

[ Sinclair moans when Oria pulls him back in for another heated kiss and he squeezes harder at Oria's thigh, hiking up his leg to sink all the way in. It's his turn to break the kiss and whine briefly]

Oria...

[ But he kisses Oria again as he slowly rolls his hips in, slow and then harder, as he gets used to feeling Oria around him.]

[ There are small sounds muffled into the kiss, and every now and then, it sounds like a whine. Oria does his best to try and keep up with the kiss, even though it's very difficult right now. This feeling sure is different than what he felt in Fragment. His fingers claw at the shoulderblades. If Sinclair is still wearing a shirt, it'll be the only thing protecting him from getting scratch marks on his skin. If not, then enjoy those marks. ]

[ Sinclair's shirt sure did get shed with the rest of his clothes earlier. He feels those marks against his shoulder blades and makes a muffled noise into the kiss. His hips roll again harder, faster as he gets used to it and he breaks the kiss to smear kisses along Oria's neck, moaning his name softly. ]

[ It gets tighter around Sinclair as the sounds get more frequent from his mouth. The kisses at the neck and the moans have him breathe out a deep sigh of pleasure. ]

Emil...

[ A breathless voice punctuates a shudder as he claws even harder enough to bleed a little. His legs wrap around Sinclair and they are tense at Sinclair's sides.

Perhaps in a moment of weakness, Oria does his best to ask before he absolutely loses his mind— ]

Does it feel good...?

[ Despite all of Sinclair's actions speaking for themselves, that insecurity about his own body won't go away overnight. ]

Edited 2023-12-19 22:28 (UTC)

Ah-

[ It should hurt. But the sting of Oria's nails against his back just fuels the heat low in his belly, and he muffles his moans against Oria's skin as his thrusts become more even, more frantic.

Oria feels so tight, so good around him, and he barely pulls back before he's thrusting in again. He kisses Oria's throat again, shuddering]

Yes, Oria--it feels good. You feel good, amazing...

[ He squeezes harder at Oria's hips and on the next thrust, pulls him in harder. Insecurity isn't easily lost overnight, he knows. But with his words, his touch, he wants Oria to feel good about himself]

Edited 2023-12-19 22:45 (UTC)

[ His face feels like it's burning with redness at his cheeks that travel down his neck to the shoulders. He can no longer think straight and sounds are much more forthcoming from his mouth. The faster Sinclair thrusts into him, the more he feels like he loses his grasp on anything else at the moment aside from how good this feels. ]

Emil, I... ah—

[ He shuts his eyes as he tries to pull Sinclair closer to him. ]

I'm... close. Keep going.

[Sinclair shudders, panting harshly as he continues to thrust, his hips moving faster, harder. He wants Oria to lose his mind, even for just a moment]

I--ah--yes--

[He focuses on how Oria feels beneath in, how it feels to have him around him, his cries soft and shuddery]

Me too--

[He's so close now too, but he can't let go until he feels Oria--]

[ The walls enclose, tight, as if trying to push Sinclair over the edge. Oria finally lets go, hitting climax as his body tenses. His hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and it feels gross, but he feels like he's seeing stars.

Also, his legs were so tense that he's getting a leg cramp in one of them, which pulls him out of the afterglow moment real quick. He tries to relax his leg while hugging Sinclair very, very tightly close to him to help endure. OWWWWWWWWW... ]

[Well, that's all he needs to spill forward. Climax hits him, hard and sudden as he presses Oria even harder into the bed with a low cry. It takes him a moment to come back to himself, his face still pressed against Oria's neck. He pants a little, rubbing over Oria's hip and it's not his imagination that Oria is hugging him really tightly, huh? Almost as if...Hm.]

I didn't hurt you, did I...?

N-No--ngaaaaah...

[ He was trying so hard not to open his mouth, because pained noises will leak and here they are. ]

It's fine, it's... fine. You didn't hurt me.

[ He breathes out, but his grip on Sinclair is still strong. ]

[Oria's grip on him sure is reminding him that ow, his shoulders sure hurt now. He's tired - somehow moreso than the times they had in fragment?? - but he's mindful enough that he had lowered most of his weight to the side of Oria, while still on top, so he just continues petting Oria's hip and then...if he thinks about it. This is so silly but...his hand moves a little lower to rub over his thigh. Oria's still got him locked in but]

...did you get a cramp?

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