dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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?

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

... Yes.

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

[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. ]

Edited 2023-12-20 00:11 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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.

[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]

[ 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. ]

[ 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...

[ Oria definitely has spares for Sinclair to use. He can take them with him when he goes back. He is in bed and meets him halfway with the cuddling. Seeing Sinclair now makes Oria think that this isn't really any different from when they did this sort of thing in Fragment and the weight of anxiety feels much lighter than before.

When he cuddles Sinclair, he feels warm in various ways, but his heart feels full even if he can only see Sinclair as this yellow blob since he doesn't have his glasses on. It's his fluffy yellow blob. ]

Hey, Emil?

[ The fact that Oria can't really see his face means Sinclair is safe to study his face and be openly sappy. Sinclair hums in question, reaching up to cup rub his thumb over Oria's face. It's definitely unfair how attractive his boyfriend is]

Mm?

[ He feels the thumb on his face and tries to lean a little into his hand, but gravity is unfortunately working against him, so he laughs a little. ]

Thanks. You make me feel safe and wanted. I love how accepting you are, which makes me feel like it's okay to be who I am despite everything. I mean, I'm not short on self-confidence, but still.

You make me really happy.

[Sinclair blushes, and even if Oria can't see it, he's smiling warmly. His heart feels full to burst, and he presses their foreheads together. His throat feels tight for a moment, overwhelmed with every thing he's feeling, everything he wants to say]

I...I'm so glad. I'm always so happy with you. Safe. [Bumping their noses together in an eskimo kiss. Ah] I want everything for you.

[It's not something he can say aloud; but after the way his family had died, he had believed for so long he didn't deserve to be happy. That everything afterwards was punishment and atonement. So to have Oria, to have this, to have the ability to make Oria feel this way...it means the world]

You think I don't want the same for you? You deserve good things as much as I do, and I do believe that I should be getting good things! So we're going to be happy together.

[ He moves his hands so that they can hold Sinclair's and squeezes them. ]

[ He squeezes Oria's hands, laughing softly, a little sleepily]

Mm. Yeah. We are.

[ He notices how sleepy Sinclair seems to be and smiles, kissing his forehead. ]

Let's go to sleep. Good night, Emil.

Good night.

[ Sinclair murmurs, letting himself drift off to the soothing warmth of Oria's presence]

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