dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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...

[ A small sound escapes Oria when he feels the thigh press in further. His hand, still bunched up with Sinclair's hair, lightly pulls in response. He lets go when the shirt comes off, but the other hand insistently presses at the same spot. ]

I love you too...

[ His voice is quiet, since he's trying to strain himself to not be so loud. ]

[Sinclair's breath hitches in his throat at the tug to his hair. He...he actually liked that a little...But he distracts himself by running his hand over Oria's chest, teasing at a nipple with his fingertips as he ducks his head to kiss Oria again, heated and firm, squirming to press himself firmly against Oria]

[ Sinclair is so warm. He can feel the heat radiate when he keeps pressing in closely along with the kiss. He already finds it hard to breathe with all this stimulation, so he has to break the kiss apart every now and then, but he always goes back to it. He shudders with the feel of the fingertips and slightly arches his back.

He still has enough senses to coordinate his movements, so the hand at his ass eventually moves to the front of Sinclair's hips and he presses in hard. ]

Mn-!

[Sinclair draws in a sharp breath and rocks into that touch firmly, with a little abandon. The touch against his growing erection feels too good, too distracting so he kisses along Oria's jaw, tracing his way down to Oria's shoulder, avoiding any obvious injuries as to not aggravate them. He really needs to be quieter here...

He rolls his hips into that touch again, shivering with needed, but he continues to tease over Oria's chest with his fingertips, circling and pinching at his nipples until they harden into peaks]

[ He tries his best to massage between Sinclair's legs, but Oria finds himself incredibly impatient even more than before. ]

Is it more fun topping nowadays?

[ There's a breath of laughter as he swallows the sound that threatened to leave his throat. ]

[It's very hard to form coherent thoughts with Oria's got his hand against his erection like that. Sinclair makes a noise, a soft little moan as he rocks his hips against Oria's hand, trying to rub his thigh between Oria's legs some more]

More...?

[Sinclair shudders and he kisses Oria again, harder, feeling the way that Oria seemed to be more impatient than usual. His hand slides down to Oria's hip, and he squeezes his ass in turn.]

I just really like touching you whatever way I can...

Wah—

[ Oria makes a startled sound when Sinclair squeezes because he definitely didn't expect that. His face is a tinge red from embarrassment and he pulls Sinclair head close to kiss him again. He occasionally moves his hips against Sinclair's thigh and shoves his hand past the waistband of the pants to stroke him directly. ]

[There is something very pleasing about being able to startle Oria once in a while. He moans into the kiss when Oria touches his erection directly, bucking into his hand restlessly as he tries to keep Oria anchored close to him. He rocks his thigh between Oria's legs firmly, trying to keep up with the kiss as Oria drives him into distraction]

[ Oria keeps the grip firm as he strokes. He's starting to feel dizzy as the occasional sound is muffled by the kiss. To touch Sinclair like this and being touched in return... he wants to show him just how much he loves him too. The feelings of love were already overwhelming. Lust starts to compound his emotions as it grows stronger on its own.

He tries to pull away from the kiss, but it's difficult when he's pressed into the bed so firmly. Even so, he just barely manages and enjoys the freedom of oxygen that filters into the lungs. Just so that he doesn't lose the momentum, his thumb strokes the tip—particularly along the opening. ]

[Sinclair breaks the kiss when Oria pulls back, panting as he presses a heated kiss to Oria's shoulder. His hand is only just beginning to trail to the front of Oria's pants when Oria teases him at the slit]

Oria--

[ His cry is low and breathless and he rolls his hips into Oria's hand insensibly. Everything feels heady now and he's all too aware they both have far too much on]

[ Oria shakily breathes out as if trying to retain control over himself, but it's difficult when he just wants to let go and be unrestrained. His hand continues to work thoroughly in making Sinclair feel good inside his pants. His expression is such a turn-on for Oria with the sounds escaping his mouth too. ]

Emil.

[ His own voice sounds just as breathless. ]

You look so good like this... If I could, I'd fuck you against the wall so hard that you'd have no energy to stand.

[ Sinclair's cheeks grow hotter, the flush to his skin spreading to the tips of his ears. Oria's words and touch fuel his arousal to newer heights, and he swallows, the image washing over him]

Oria...[ His voice is almost a whine now, breathless and strained with the need to keep quiet. He presses a kiss to Oria's chest, mouthing at a nipple. He's so turned on right now, he's beginning to really forget himself]

Then, you should plan for it next time--

[He works his hand into Oria's pants, slipping a finger into the wet folds and rubbing at Oria's entrance]

[ Oh, he will. He shouldn't really be prioritizing things like this, but he definitely will. He's about to tell Sinclair just that, but he's interrupted by the finger that slipped inside. It makes his body tense as he stiffens under Sinclair immediately, his breath shudder out. Definitely wet though.

Also, he's partially sorry for holding him very tightly for a second. ]

[aaah. Thats. Um. ]

No...?

[ He squirms a little, apologetic.]

[ Oria squints for a second and squeezes around Sinclair's length, stroking it faster in the moment that Sinclair seems to falter. He smiles a little in reassurance. ]

... You surprised me.

[ With the other hand, he grabs onto Sinclair's collar and pulls him up so that he can kiss him. ]

Keep going.

Nn--

[ Sinclair's protests are cut off by that kiss and he relaxes into the moment again, working his finger into Oria's entrance, moving in and out. His hips rock a little into Oria's hand]

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