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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--

[ Oria quietly breathes out, nipping at his ear a bit more as the hand maps out his chest a little more, before the fingertips roll and pinch a nipple. ]

I love how you react to my touches.

[ His hand leaves Sinclair's head as he shifts his own body in a more comfortable position to palm him over the pants roughly. ]

[Sinclair squirms a little more, pressing up harder against Oria's hand, his body already responding to Oria's teasing touches]

I love the way you touch me...

[His hips rock up a little more impatiently, and he presses kisses to Oria's temple]

[ The kisses to the temple is really sweet, and Oria is having a hard time balancing love and lust at the moment.

...

He ends up foregoing things to grab the bag, pull Sinclair up and lead him off the bed so that he can pin him against the wall. Oria figures that Sinclair would like to see each other's faces during this, so that's why they face one another. His thigh slots itself between his legs to firmly press up against him and his hand roams to his ass, giving a light squeeze before pressing where the entrance would be over his pants. ]

[Oh. So that's how Oria meant it. His eyes are wide and dark when Oria shoves him against the wall and he had to press a hand against his mouth to hide a surprised moan. He writhes against Oria, almost whimpering as he feels the heat of the moment intensify]

[ Oria continues all those motions as he begins to realize that he thinks he'll have to turn Sinclair around if he wants to penetrate him. He'll think about this later. ]

Going weak at the knees already, Emil?

[ Since the hand is in the way, he gently pries it aside and gives him a kiss, eventually delving into a messy kind. ]

[There's a tiny spark of something in him that fires up at that and Sinclair kisses Oria hard and messy, sucking at his tongue and licking into Oria's mouth in turn as he grinds a little more against Oria's thigh]

--not yet.

[And if it's a small pettiness designed to get Oria to push a little harder, well. Sinclair has that him in him too.]

[ Oria matches the pace with Sinclair's regarding the kiss and as expected, Oria goes harder when he presses his thigh against Sinclair. He undos Sinclair's pants after he's had enough of that, lowering it so that he can stroke him directly. ]

[Having Oria press him against a wall like this with abandon really does turn him on and he presses a little harder against Oria, arching up as he grinds into Oria's hand this time, even as his hands slip towards the hem of Oria's shirt to feel his skin, trace the warmth of him against his own palms. His moans are muffled into the kiss, hot and eager, unrelenting in his pace]

[ Now that Oria thinks about it, this would be Sinclair's first time taking it. He's not sure if he should be gentle or rough, but he'll default on the former even if he's pinning Sinclair against the wall. He frees one of his hands to catch a container from the plastic bag that he kicks up. Mundane uses for dexterity, right here. He coats his finger with lubricant from the container (finally) and momentarily breaks the kiss. ]

Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?

[ He doesn't put it in quite yet, but he tries to circle around the entrance.

The lubricant is oddly warm, but Oria got it specifically for that purpose. ]

Edited 2024-01-20 13:11 (UTC)

[ He's a little distracted by Oria's use of dexterity right there. How...?

Then he gasps, squirming against Oria all over again and he presses his face against Oria's shoulder to hide a moan, whining a little]

Mm. It's fine. Keep going.

[ That felt good. But no where near enough. His hands slide up, tightening at Oria's back]

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