dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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]

[ The way Sinclair presses in at a different angle makes Oria a bit louder with his fingernails digging into Sinclair's skin even further than before. His half-lidded eyes watch Sinclair move his head to the shoulder again to press a kiss.

It tightens inside on the occasion as Oria's breath hitches sometimes with how Sinclair thrusts into him. His breathless whisper is heard right next to his ear: ]

Harder.

Mn--

[Sinclair's breath catches in his throat, and his grip on Oria's hips tighten further. He draw back almost all the way and then thrusts in, hard and quick, trying to aim for that same spot that made Oria louder. Then again , and again. His usual gentleness and care unravels entirely with the need to just feel and get carried away with the moment.]

[ Oria's moans don't get louder, but they get more frequent. He continues to claw at Sinclair's back and finds it harder to think or do anything that isn't instinctive.

The insides start to get tighter. ]

Emil, I—ah... close...

[ Sinclair makes soft breathless noise of agreement, burying his face against the curve of Oria's shoulder and his grip at Oria's hips might leave some marks later as he continues his pace, fast and rough]

Oria--I'm also

[His voice is ragged, strained, feeling the arousal burn brighter in him hotter and hotter]

[ Oria's fingers claw deeper into the skin on his back, pushing him close. His breath hitches right before climaxing, squeezing around Sinclair.

His legs don't get cramped this time, but he almost hit the lower back with his heels. Don't worry about it... ]

[ He had wanted to do what Oria did to him, to keep going despite the overstimulation from release but when Oria goes tight around him like that, it brings him to the brink faster than he can think. He climaxes shortly after with a shuddering moan, as everything hits him hard and intense.

He barely has the sense of mind to not completely collapse on Oria, collapsing partially to the side, panting heavily.Why is sex so tiring like this--]

[ Oria feels like he sees stars for a moment before turning his head and realizing that it's just Sinclair's new earring. He tries catching his breath, but he lets out a breathless laugh. ]

It's okay if twice is the most you can go.

[ Despite how tired Sinclair seems to be, Oria feels like he can still see a strong, lingering drive in his eyes. He gets a small consolation kiss on the tip of his nose. There, there. ]

[ That gets Oria a gentle smack to the arm]

You know how this feels.

[ Back in Fragment when Oria realised having a dick was exhausting. But after that, Sinclair just wants to cuddle, so he tugs Oria closer so they can press close. There is a brightness to his eyes despite that, a sense of wonder...]

I do!

[ He laughs a little. There's always the battle inside his mind regarding whether he wants to cuddle or get clean immediately. ]

But I went three times.

Are you actually trying to make me competitive over this?

[ Sinclair is a little appalled. It might also be working. He can't decide if he wants it to work. Cuddle before they clean up at least...]

You're the one who gets to decide if you wanna get competitive~

[ Oria is a little smug, but definitely playful. Seeing Sinclair being aggressive sometimes is really cool to Oria, so he'd definitely like that.

But at the same time, he's not sure if he wants to do that for 45 minutes at the minimum... He'd definitely be sore. Abolish the refractory period for dicks, please. ]

Mm. I'm not a competitive person though, unlike you.

[But Sinclair is clearly considering it because he's tugging Oria down into a kiss. Give him at least ten minutes before his body decides for him. He's definitely eyeing Oria's ear again. Ticklish, huh...]

Edited 2024-01-05 20:01 (UTC)

You're not, but you have your moments.

[ :3c

Will Oria regret this no matter what Sinclair ends up deciding? No. ]

I should get cleaned up though...

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