dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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]

[ Oria's small sounds are muffled by the kiss. He hopes that Sinclair didn't cool down too much with that brief incident and continues to stroke him with his fingers, trying to make certain parts more sensitive. ]

[It's very, very difficult to cool off too much when Oria keeps stroking his length like that. His hips buck a little more into Oria's hand and his muffled moans are a little needy and desperate. He adds another finger, pressing in, wondering at how tight and wet it felt, and curls his fingers a little, rubbing along the walls, trying to remember what made Oria feel really good last time]

[ Admittedly, it's hard to focus on trying to make Sinclair feel good when Sinclair is trying to do the same to him. He squirms a little in an effort to try and get comfortable, because it does start to feel good, but it's also uncomfortable at the same time. He's gotten better about his own body, but it's still not completely done and over with. Still, the second finger goes in comfortably, and almost too easily.

Which is why to distract himself, Oria grazes the underside of the length with his nails very lightly to mimic probably what a blowjob with teeth grazing probably would be like. ]

[That is a goad to Sinclair's arousal that's entirely unexpected. His movements falter for a moment, and he breaks the kiss to bury his face against Oria's shoulder, gasping and shuddering for a moment]

Oria, I think--

[ Oh.

This went better than he thought it would, because he didn't think Sinclair would have liked it that much. He keeps this in mind and continues the same motions with his fingers. ]

You can let go.

[ Since Sinclair's face is against his shoulder, Oria whispers that into his ear to hopefully make it better. ]

[Sinclair makes a soft, strained noise against Oria's shoulder, shuddering. His fingers slip out of Oria for a moment to grip firmly at Oria's hip to steady himself, and with a few more rocking motions, he spills Over Oria's hand, coming with a muffled cry, shudders wracking his body. It really shouldn't feel that good...]

[ That was incredible to see in real time. Seeing Sinclair coming undone like that is such a turn-on that Oria bites his earlobe a little, licking the edge before shifting to leave a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. All the meanwhile, he lowers Sinclair's pants so that it'll be easier to resume stroking him roughly, and wants to see what would happen if he lightly drags his nails right after Sinclair climaxed at the same spot.

So that's what he does. ]

[It's a lot. The jolt that jumps straight through him is intense, electrifying even and he thrusts messily into Oria's hand, whimpering as the overstimulation makes him see stars.]

Ah--that's really--

[He shudders, biting his lip. He wants to get closer and he wants both of them to have better leverage, so he rolls them to their side so he can resume pressing close, his thigh firmly pressed up between Oria's legs. Even though he just came, he begins to get hard again already and that's dizzying in itself]

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