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[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]

[ The kiss distracts him enough, but he relocates his hands: one in Sinclair's hair and the other over his ass. Since his pants have been lowered, there isn't too much between his hand and the skin that's brimming with warmth.

He continues the kiss, deep as it is and occasionally nips at Sinclair's tongue. His legs are definitely more relaxed than before. ]

[Sinclair shifts a little, trying to kick his pants off the rest of the way, kissing Oria deeply, licking into his mouth and still stroking him between his folds, his fingers moving in and out. The hand on his bare ass gets him squirming a little, flushing, but he puts all his attention into kissing Oria and touching him instead]

[ Normally, with this situation, Oria would ponder that he probably needs lubricant if he decides to finger Sinclair. However, no such thoughts even occur, because Sinclair's fingers are starting to deeply affect him. His breathing gets harsher as his grip on his hair tightens and almost pulls. Sounds are muffled in their messy kiss, but it's to the point that he feels that he can't breathe properly and breaks the kiss for a moment. ]

Emil...

[ The way it's breathless and makes a redness rise to his cheeks just slightly embarrasses Oria just a little, but he'll get over it. Sinclair is the only one he can be like this with. And that is perfectly fine. ]

[ The breathlessness to Oria's voice is always a turn on, and Sinclair nuzzles at Oria's jaw, moaning a little when Oria tugs at his hair. He tries to catch his breath, and his fingers continue to work in and out of Oria's slick entrance, focusing on that spot, even if it feels like his hand is going to get cramped soon]

Mm...?

[Sinclair makes a questioning noise as he presses another kiss to Oria's jaw, shivering with pleasure]

[ He whines a little, pulling at his hair a bit in the process. ]

Help me... take off my pants.

[ Hopefully Sinclair will understand that it's his consent. ]

[That hair tug gets gets Oria a nip to his shoulder this time, firmer in retaliation]

Yeah, okay--

[ But Sinclair nods, eyes darkening as he understands Oria's intent. His breathing is shaky as he pulls back to fumble at the button of Oria's pants, undoing it and tugging them down. Hopefully Oria can help kick them down the rest of the way because Sinclair feels impatient now, aching with longing and desire. So he doesn't hesitate to press Oria back a little, hand against Oria's thigh to steady them both as he aligns himself, and thrusts in, slow but steady. It's their second time like this, but he feels nervous somehow anyway]

[ Oria helps by kicking off his pants when they're down enough and then... oh. It doesn't hurt and there's still the same stuffiness as before. However, something feels different—

Ah.

That sure is raw. He's not worried though, since he's already been thoroughly sterilized. Despite having felt something like this in Fragment through a different entrance, it feels a little different like this. There's a small gasp like a hitch in his breath when Sinclair thrusts in for the first time today. ]

[His mind blanks out a little as he's enveloped with a tight, wet heat. It's very different feeling from having the condom on and Sinclair gasps, and thrusts again, sharper and harder. It's incredibly intense in a different way and despite every intent otherwise, he finds himself pushing Oria down harder against the bed as he presses in for leverage]

Oria...

[Sinclair muffles his low moan against Oria's shoulder, shuddering. The intent was to try something different, but it's hard to think straight right now]

[ He feels himself being pushed down and helps with that by pushing Sinclair onto him. His hand at the ass moves up to claw the side of his back. It's already starting to feel good and there's a moment when it gets extremely tight, but relaxes eventually. Sinclair is free to move however he'd like. ]

It's better than what you imagined, isn't it?

[Sinclair draws in a sharp breath as he feels Oria tighten around him. He has a brief moment of - is it actually okay like this? - but Oria seems fine with it. So he nips again at Oria's jaw, nuzzling at his ear as he thrusts again, harder this time]

Mn--[Of course Oria was smug again, and Sinclair's blush spreads further]--you feel really good. Hot. And--

[He rocks his hips, forgetting himself.]

[ Oria's fingertips continue to claw into Sinclair's back and the other hand moves from the head to the shoulderblade, pressing in. It feels good, especially with Sinclair's little affectionate gestures that melts his heart. He tries to keep himself relatively quiet, so the noises are restrained, but still audible to Sinclair, especially since their current position has Oria's mouth near Sinclair's ear. ]

Ah—and what...?

And--

[ Sinclair trails off a little, as he moves, faster, a little more frantic. His breath catches as Oria's fingers drag down his shoulders, but it's a good sort of sting, the kind that has Sinclair sliding his hand over Oria's high to hook him a little higher, lifting his hips up a little as he presses in]

Tight--

[He kisses Oria's jaw again. If he had any other ideas on how they should do this, he's forgotten them entirely because he just wants to kiss Oria and shower him with affection like this]

[ It's hard to breathe.

There's a certain joy to be buried into someone so, so deeply. Oria was familiar with that feeling from Fragment already, but feeling it in reality is a completely different beast. The way Sinclair pounds into him has it difficult for him to close his mouth, breathing heavily and moaning so that it isn't so loud. There's a lot of restraint, and yet, he wants more of Sinclair. More and more as he watches him seemingly lose it. ]

Ah... Emil–—I...

[Sinclair tightens his fingers against Oria's hips, hitching them up just a little more as he thrusts all the way in to the hilt. It's intoxicating feeling Oria around him like this, to be pressed in so deep. He tries to even his breathing, but it's quickly becoming shorter, more staccato with every movement. He's entranced, watching the flush spread over Oria's skin, his expression, listening to his soft little moans.]

Mmn. Oria. Me too--

[He shudders, angling his hips to brush up inside Oria at a different angle as presses a harder, sharper kiss to Oria's shoulder. He's a little harder, maybe a little less gentle than last time as his own restraint quickly unravels]

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