dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[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...

Hm? Like what?

[ He thinks he said a bunch of things in Fragment, so Sinclair will really have to outright say it. ]

[Thanks, Oria. Sinclair gives a tiny huff as he reaches up to coax Oria down to kiss him deeply to distract himself]

Mm. [Give him a minute, he doesn't have Oria's brazen ability to just say things unless he's really worked up] Like you turning me over, or against the wall...

[ Oh. Those. Right. Oria's smile turns into a grin as he returns the deep kisses, but still pulls them apart to give him a response. ]

There are a lot of ways that I can do those two things, but...

[ Hm. Does he need to get creative with it?? Having a dick is so easy mode......... ]

Is there a certain way you want it done? Hm?

Mmm...[Sinclair has to think about it for a moment, pressing a kiss to Oria's jaw. Does he have a particular preference?] Not really--what were you thinking of?

Honestly? I'm not thinking of anything right now. I just want to touch you all over and make you feel good. But how I should do it is... well.

[ Yeah, he really isn't ringing any bells right now. Mind too clouded already. ]

It's not like I have tools or anything...

[Sinclair laughs, tugging Oria down to roll them over again and kiss him deeply. His turn to be on top :)]

Mmm. I like this a lot too. Touching you, you touching me...

[ Oh...............

Oria finds himself in the bottom and returns the kiss, then sighs. ]

It looks like you have an idea of what you wanna do.

[ He's curious... Tell him as he raises his arms to loosely wrap them around Sinclair's neck. ]

[Sinclair presses soft gentle kisses along Oria's jaw, nuzzling there carefully, not wanting to aggravate the scars along Oria's neck. He nuzzles up to Oria's ear, remembering how Oria had fidgeted when he touched his ear before...He nibbles lightly at his ear lobe, teasing with the tip of his tongue]

Mm...maybe I can try it on you instead...?

[ Oria's about to ask which one, but he fidgets a little under Sinclair again. ]

That tickles...

Does it...?

[Now Sinclair is distracted from clarifying...He does that again, teasing a little more]

[ Oria starts laughing a little. He shouldn't be laughing, but he can't help it. ]

It feels weird... it makes me want to duck my head.

Huh. [Sinclair does like it when Oria laughs like that, so he reaches up to trace the shell of Oria's ear with his fingers instead]

Is this weird too?

A bit.

[ Oria is a little huffy though, with that not being as effective as before. He shifts Sinclair's head around so that he can kiss him instead. ]

[Oh...less teasing then, more kissing. Sinclair nibbles at Oria's lip, coaxing his lips apart to kiss him more deeply]

[ Oria parts his lips for Sinclair, but meets his tongue halfway as he tries to pull Sinclair's head closer to press the kiss even harder. Unfortunately for Sinclair, Oria is starting to get impatient... ]

[ Ah. Sinclair makes a soft noise into the kiss, sliding his tongue against Oria's and pressing him a little harder against the bed. He has the sense that Oria is definitely feeling impatient but he does want to see what Oria will do next]

[ The last time they were here was when they did something like for the first time together. It really brings back memories, something Oria thinks of as he's pushed further into the bed. One of his hands hold Sinclair's side and the other hand cards the fingers through Sinclair's hair. Soft. Fluffy. It feels nice against his fingers, but also very easy to grab. ]

Did you ever think about it on your own? Thinking about things, like this.

[Sinclair nips at Oria's lip as he breaks the kiss, nuzzling back along his jaw, pressing more heated kisses this time as he slides one hand under Oria's shirt, palm against his skin as he slides his hand up slowly, just appreciating the feel of Oria's skin against his hand]

...when I'm alone, I like to think about things like this. You.

[He gives Oria another kiss, to hide his own blush]

[ Oria turns his head to catch Sinclair's lips into a messy kiss. He won't let him get away for now. There is a lot of nibbling, nips, and licks into that kiss, but also actions without calculation--being purely driven out of instinct. His hand bunches a bit of Sinclair's hair but doesn't pull and the other slides to the side of his hips to the back of his thigh, grabbing it and trying to pull him closer.

He briefly pulls away from the kiss to ask: ]

What are your thoughts like? About how good it felt?

[ A small peck. ]

About how you want to feel that good again?

[ Then he resumes the kiss in full. It's really getting messy... ]

[It takes a few moments for Sinclair to focus between the messy, heated kisses and how it feels to have Oria's hand in his hair like that, the roughness of the way he pulls Sinclair closer. Sinclair makes another noise and shifts, pressing his thigh between Oria's legs for once as he straddles his leg]

Mm. How good it felt. How hot you looked...[He kisses Oria harder without restraint.] Doing it again, making sure you felt really good--

[ Oria's breath hitches in his throat when he feels the thigh between his legs, but he doesn't move against it. Not yet. He wants to get Sinclair more riled up. ]

And... it would feel good for you too, from how warm and tight it was, right?

[ The hand at the back of his thigh moves towards his ass, groping a little before pressing his finger to where the entrance would be over the pants. ]

[Heat washes over Sinclair and he squirms against Oria at that touch, anticipation arcing up his spine. He kisses Oria again, pressing closer]

Yes--you felt--really good.

[He nuzzles at Oria's jaw with a sharp kiss, letting the mental image wash over him]

[ Oria moves his head so that he can bite the earlobe and suck, slightly tugging at it with his lips. When he lets go, there's a warm breath that covers the ear as he shakily breathes out and whispers his name: ]

Ha... Emil...

[ There's a small groan as he moves his hips against Sinclair's thigh and bites his ear again. ]

Ah--

[Sinclair shudders, biting his lip on a moan. His hand slides up further, then suddenly he's feeling impatient, shoving Oria's shirt up to get it off, so he can touch more of Oria's body. He presses another kiss to Oria's jaw, nipping lightly as he presses his thigh up between Oria's legs a bit more firmly]

Oria...I love you...everything about you...

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