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[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...?

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[ 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. ]

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[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]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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]

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[ 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.

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[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--]

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[ 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... ]

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[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...?

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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. ]

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[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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[ Oria whines when Sinclair asks, but he eventually answers. ]

... Yes.

[ Embarrassing... he wants to burrito himself into oblivion. ]

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[Oh. Oh no. He shouldn't laugh, but...He bites his lip, shoulders shaking just a little as he pulls back. He's lucky it wasn't him this time, but he thinks his arms will definitely be sore tomorrow. He rubs his palm over Oria's calf, soothing as he squeezes gently]

Okay. Let me help you with it then.

[And get rid of his condom because that's feeling really gross on him now. ]

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[ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Oria's face is definitely staying red, because he's embarrassed. Help. But it takes a lot of willpower to just stay there except he puts some of the blanket over himself because it's cold now.

But the leg massage is nice...

Once Sinclair throws away the used condom and whatever else he wanted to do before returning to bed, Oria tries to pull him in so that he can hug him under the sheets. ]

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[ Oria is so cute...so cute?? Sinclair cleans up a little but retreats back to bed quickly enough, winding his arms around him so they can cuddle. This is much nicer and this close, Sinclair feels flushed and warm, leaning in to kiss Oria again; softer and more chaste this time]

I love you...

[He murmurs, bumping their noses together. ]

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I love you too.

[ Oria gives Sinclair a quick kiss on the lips. The blanket around them is warm, but he wants some clothes eventually. Please. ]

I wanna just stay here, but it's cold... and I'm starting to feel gross.

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[Sinclair laughs a little, but he has to agree. Now that the afterglow had faded....it is a bit gross]

Mm. I'll take the shower when you're done.

[He wont be too clingy even if he really wants to be clingy now]

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[ Oria grumbles a little. He wants to cuddle with Sinclair under the blanket too. Outside cold. Inside warm. Moreover, he doesn't think he can handle walking over to the bathroom naked even though the master bedroom has its own bathroom. This is such a new problem for him.

Regardless, he goes ahead, taking some clothes on the way to take that shower. He doesn't take long and despite everything, when it's Sinclair's turn, there's no hint of steam anywhere. Must have been a cold shower. Hot water is available though.

By the time Sinclair returns, Oria will have the sheets changed and a different blanket on the bed. ]

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[ Sinclair is quick about his shower, and his usual nightly routine if Oria has anything spare for guests he won't have. Next time, Sinclair will remember to bring an overnight bag...

He dresses back in the clothes he had grabbed earlier, and walks out drying his hair. He should probably get it trimmed again soon...

And if Oria is back in bed, Sinclair will rejoin him, cuddling up to him stubbornly]

Warm...