THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[insinning]

Yeah. You're warm. [He happily snuggles close. Warm. Safe. He doesn't want to head back to his room at all]

[dissimulative]

Ohh, so I guess you wanna wear my clothes again.

[ Mischievous. Oria continues to cuddle anyway. ]

They're very comfortable, so I can see why~

[ ... ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair blushes, but he doesn't let go of Oria.]

Mm. Don't you like seeing me in your clothes anyway?

[dissimulative]

Maybe if it was one of my oversized shirts.

[ Their height difference isn't big, so there's only a marginal difference. Still. Boyfriend shirt. Hm............... ]

But I like you in most things you decide to wear anyway.

[insinning]

[ Boyfriend shirt... ]

Most things, huh?

[ He should change... but getting up...]

[dissimulative]

Well... I didn't like the chicken headgear.

[ That counts, right? That absolutely counts. ]

The fact that you understood it really concerned me.

[insinning]

Ah. [ Haunting memories] I was working on erasing that one from my memory...

[dissimulative]

[ Oops.

Oria rolls them around and around until they reach the end of the bed. Apparently, that gives Oria an epiphany. ]

Oh, that other one! With the long scarf! It looked good, but it was not "you" at all!

[insinning]

[Sinclair squeaks indignantly as they're suddenly rolled around. Heeelp]

Huh? The scarf...? [OH] The one that looked like Demian's?

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ He doesn't want to think about how much Sinclair changed because of that gear... it was so unnerving. A fake. A doppelganger trying too hard— ]

Man, that grinds my gears.

[insinning]

[Sinclair reaches up to stroke Oria's hair]

At least it wont happen again? [He says sheepishly. Though, now that he thinks about it, it's funny how even without his memories he had the exact same scarf Demian used to wear all the time] It's really not my style anyway...

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ Oria smiles as he nuzzles into his hand a little. ]

So you should keep wearing my clothes instead.

[insinning]

[Sinclair smiles, leaning in to kiss Oria again]

Mm. That works for me.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria meets him halfway to kiss Sinclair. Kissing him always feels nice, so it should only make more sense to kiss him some more. He pushes his lips against Sinclair's a little more as an admittance to feeling a bit needy. ]

[insinning]

[Ah. Sinclair deepens the kiss in turn, kissing Oria slowly, but deeply as the feelings that had been building up all day, all week, threaten to bubble over. He cups Oria's cheek to keep him close, to try and steady himself a little more]

[dissimulative]

[ He gives him another kiss, with a hand resting on Sinclair's back, and parts his lips for a moment to nip at his. ]

[insinning]

[ He makes a soft noise into the kiss, and his lips part willingly for Oria. He shifts, his other hand curling loosely at Oria's shirt as if to keep him close]

[dissimulative]

[ With the opening, Oria immediately deepens the kiss, letting his tongue explore the familiar insides of Sinclair's mouth and tongue. He rolls them over one more time in the opposite direction so that he can be on top, panting when he breaks the kiss. ]

Mm... you're not hurting anywhere, are you?

[insinning]

[ Sinclair lays there, panting a little when he tries to process Oria's question. He shakes his head]

No. I'm fine now. A couple of left over bruises but...

[Everything healed up properly under the care of his company. He reaches up to cup Oria's cheek again]

What about you?

[dissimulative]

[ Most of Oria's damages have been mental, but he thinks he's gotten better about it because Sinclair helped him through the things that he thought he wouldn't have been able to do by himself, for once. Just admitting it even on the inside is a lot for Oria to take in. ]

I'm fine.

[ Oria smiles and gives him a small kiss on the nose. ]

Where are your bruises? So I can avoid them.

[insinning]

The back of my shoulders and hips...

[He thinks, trying to remember. He tugs Oria down for another kiss]

But they're barely sore now.

[dissimulative]

[ Two prime spots that Oria would probably touch..................... hm. He'll think about this. ]

Mm. It's too bad, since I want to feel all over you.

[ He leans in a little to caress Sinclair's face with a hand, his thumb gently rubbing his cheek. ]

[insinning]

[His pulse leaps, and he kisses Oria a little insistently, soft and heated]

I want you to touch me everywhere too.

[He nuzzles at Oria's hand, his cheeks flushing a little]

...it's mostly healed. I don't mind if you touch me there...

[dissimulative]

Yeah?

[ Oria is mostly sitting on Sinclair's legs at the moment, so the hand at the cheek slowly slides down his neck, torso and then to the side of his hips, tracing the trail down with a single finger. ]

Is there any way you wanted to do it, Emil?

[insinning]

[Sinclair's cheeks grow hot and he tries not to squirm under Oria's teasing touch. His breath hitches a little and he bites his lip, his hands sliding up to rest against Oria's thighs]

I want to try everything with you. [He palms Oria's thighs, trying to anchor himself] I keep thinking about what you said to me in Fragment...and the ideas you put in my head...