dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[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]

[ Oria is amazed at how good Sinclair must be feeling right now if it got him hard right away. When Sinclair slots his thigh between his legs again, Oria grumbles a little as he bites down past the crook of his neck and continues the hand's movements. Oria feels a little sensitive, because he was stimulated, then stopped, and getting stimulated again. Still, it makes him grumble and retaliate. ]

Ah-[Sinclair makes a noise for that bite to his neck. He did nothing to deserve that???

...it feels oddly good though, when he's this worked up.

He feels hot all over now, and he's completely forgotten everything except how good this feels and how much he wants Oria to feel this good too. He nuzzles at Oria's temple, trying to remember what he was doing. His hand presses back beneath Oria's pants and his fingers press in again. Is it because he stopped...?]

[ The thing about parts that self-lubricate is that for someone who really, really doesn't like slimy things, it's something that he ultimately dislikes. Probably the worst part of sex as his body is now. The earlier thigh press really did something about that.

But either way, it still feels good when Sinclair presses his fingers in, making Oria softly whine as he nips at Sinclair's collarbone after tugging the shirt enough to reach it. ]

[ Sinclair tries to focus, moving his fingers firmly and steadily against that spot again. It can't change everything, but he does want Oria to know how much he wants all of him, even the parts of himself Oria didn't like. Oria's mouth against his collar bone is real distraction though and he vaguely wonders through the haze of arousal if he'll end up with visible marks after this. The thought has him nuzzling at Oria's hair, nipping pointedly at the tip of Oria's ear]

[ Oria can't keep nipping at it when Sinclair nips at his ear and continues to move his fingers. It makes Oria want to curl up, so he does that, but only a little. Since they're on their sides now, it makes Oria want to clamp his legs together, making it more difficult for Sinclair to do his thing. He holds back a whine as he tries to stroke Sinclair's length even harder. ]

[Sinclair squirms a little, nuzzling at Oria's hair in apology.]

Oria...

[He'll duck down and kiss Oria deeply, to see if that distracts him enough]

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