dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ Ah. Sinclair arches up, fingers curling harder against Oria's hair. He sucks a little at Oria's tongue, breaking the kiss for a breath and then kisses Oria again, his lips pliant and welcoming]

[ Oria continues the kiss after Sinclair resumes it, deepening it. One of his hands move up to stroke through Sinclair's hair, bunching it up occasionally in his fist, but lets go all the same. The intentions are clear as Oria thinks he can taste the remnants of the shake Sinclair drank earlier. Yummy. ]

Mm-

[ Sinclair moans softly to encourage the kissing, the way Oria plays with his hair. The intentions are very much clear now and more than welcome. He presses closer, tangling their legs.]

[ Even with their legs tangled with each other's, Oria can still balance himself while on him, but he eventually presses Sinclair down by the center of his chest to sink further into the mattress. A teasing gesture, sure, since Sinclair was trying to press closer.

He doesn't stop doing what he does though. The kiss may have ended, but it continues down along his jaw, cheek, and ends at the ear with a strong nip at the earlobe. ]

[ Rude. Sinclair whines softly as he's pressed back into the mattress, his pulse leaping at the gesture. He stops trying to tangle their legs, because he is enjoying Oria exactly where he is and shivers a little for that nip. Unlike Oria, his ears are sensitive in a way that's a little...]

Oria...

Mm?

[ He bites down on the earlobe a little using a canine tooth. The way he talks into Sinclair's ear is low and breathy. ]

What is it...?

[ Oria gets far too much satisfaction teasing him, he knows. He squirms a little, shuddering, Oria's words coming back to haunt him.

"Ears made for eroticism", huh? He's the one with sensitive ears in the end]

N-nothing. Just wanted to say your name...

[ Despite being the one who said it, what Oria said about the ear isn't on his mind. All he can think about right now is Sinclair, how cute he is and how much he wants to take him right now. ]

I love you.

[ Oria gives him a quick kiss on the ear before biting it again. ]

[Sinclair looks up at Oria with wide, dark eyes and flushed cheeks, like he still can't believe this is real. He shudders, cupping Oria's cheek]

I love you so much--

[Sinclair sighs softly, letting each sensation wash over him]

[ Oria nibbles on the outer shell of the ear as his hand goes under Sinclair's shirt, taking in the warmth radiating from his skin. ]

I love how warm you are all the time. It feels nice...

[ The hand eventually makes its way up to Sinclair's heart, trying to feel for the rhythmic heartbeat. ]

Does it...?

[ Sinclair squirms, the flush in his cheeks rising as he presses up against Oria's hand. His heart is definitely racing now and he slips his hands under Oria's shirt, drifting up against his back]

Yeah.

[ Oria leaved a trail of invisible kisses down to Sinclair's neck. He'll do his best not to mark him visibly since he has to leave tomorrow. ]

How far can I go with you, Emil?

[ He has... things. ]

Mm? As far as we want to...?

[ Sinclair blinks, a little dazed from the teasing so he turns his head to nuzzle kisses against Oria's hair]

I trust you.

Alright. Hold on.

[ Oria pulls himself away from Sinclair to get out a plastic bag from under the bed that seems to have contents inside. It doesn't take too long and once that's on the bed, he goes back to kissing Sinclair on the lips after pouncing on him. Make-out time. ]

[ He had been curious about what Oria had bought but the pouncing makes Sinclair laugh into the kiss. Definitely make out time. He winds his arms around Oria to keep him close.]

[ After getting a copious amount of kisses and love, Oria finally pulls away, but only so that they're barely apart by a few centimeters. ]

How able do you want to walk tomorrow?

[Sinclair blinks, turning red as his eyes dart towards the bag very briefly. Oh.

He swallows, biting his lip]

I'd like to at least pretend I can walk normally...

[Sinclair kisses Oria's jaw]

So, probably not too hard, huh?

[ Oria's eyes glisten with mischief. They also have to be really quiet. Everybody else is probably sleeping and Oria's room isn't soundproof, but the walls are thick and sturdy for security reasons. ]

How should we do this... use something like a safe word?

[ He doesn't think this is anywhere close to anything BDSM-like, but he's not sure where Sinclair's boundaries are set with the wording... ]

[Sinclair blushes a little more as he considers that, pressing more kisses to Oria's jaw to distract himself]

Mm...I can just tell you to stop if I need a moment...or to slow down...

Sure.

[ Oria brushes through Sinclair's hair. ]

We can go with that.

[ He tilts Sinclair's head upwards so that he can resume his kisses, messy as they were before he stopped. The hand that tilted his head upwards slides down his neck, past the collarbones, and makes a short stop above his heart. ]

[Sinclair's lips move against Oria's eagerly, and he curls his fingers against Oria's hair, gently carding his fingers through. He presses up against Oria's hand, gently encouraging him to continue touching]

[ Sinclair has always been warm to the touch for Oria. The factor alone makes Oria feel secure and comfortable in his hold. It's also when he touches him like this, feather-light under the shirt that's been hiked up, that he feels warmth generate inside of himself as well. It's the kind that keeps telling him to touch Sinclair to obtain more. The kiss stops at the lips and moves over to the ear again as he nips at the outer shell again. It's his favorite place to tease Sinclair, because Oria knows that he likes this. ]

[Sinclair shudders at the nip to his ear again, his pulse quickening already. When Oria touches him like this, it makes him feel secure, even as it sends his pulse racing. Maybe it's because like this, he can never forget how much Oria wants him. He squirms a little, rubbing his fingers against Oria's scalp to encourage that, even as one hand drifts down to tug at Oria's shirt again. It's warm, and he wants to touch more of Oria]

[ The hand stops over his heart again (under the shirt this time), feeling the quickened pulse. It makes Oria smile as he bites down onto the earlobe, but not too hard. He wants it to be stimulating--not painful. ]

So, Emil.

[ He whispers into Sinclair's ear. ]

Do you want to be taken up against the wall?

[Sinclair's breath catches, his eyes dilating as Oria's meaning sinks in. He squirms a little, his grip against Oria's hair tightening, but not painfully]

Yes. I do. If it's you--

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