dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ 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. ]

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[ 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]

[ Oria presses Sinclair's upper body against the wall, but starts to insert a finger inside, trying to coat the surroundings with the lube to ensure that it'll go smoothly.

Though, it's an experience to have Sinclair react like this in this position with his face into his shoulder and body against him. It's deeply attractive and it makes Oria want to go harder, but he has to restrain himself. One step at a time. ]

[ It begins to sink in how different it feels, Oria gently fingering him with lube versus the almost too easy way in the world of Fragment. He squirms, making a soft, breathless noise against Oria's shoulder, as he feels Oria's finger press into him, oddly thick in him because he's never had anything there before. It feels good after the brief second of intrusion and he nips lightly at Oria's shoulder to encourage him to continue going]

[ Sinclair's reactions continue to do things to Oria's brain. Keep calm. Keep calm, he keeps telling himself. After coating enough of it in the surroundings, the warmth brims and it's the type that lasts long as well. He slowly starts moving his sole finger in and out, rhythmically, gently, slowly. ]

Ah...

[ Sinclair lets out a shuddering breath, nuzzling more against Oria's shoulder as he tries to calm his own breathing. He feels secure and good in his own skin with Oria holding him like this and that makes it easy to relax and adjust to Oria's finger moving in and out of him. But after a few moments of that, he nips at Oria's shoulder and whines.]

More...

[ Hearing that from Sinclair is going to drive him wild. Help him and his restraints. Oria takes out the finger, gets more lube on two fingers this time and slowly inserts them to push in and out.

He also starts licking and nipping at the side of Sinclair's neck. He needs more outlets for this feeling, but is very careful not to leave marks. ]

[ Sinclair moans a little louder as Oria presses two fingers in him. It's feels good, a faint burn that dissipates into a pleasurable feeling that had him squirming against Oria, his breath quickening as he arches up, grinding messily against Oria's thigh, and pressing his own between Oria's legs. The more Oria works him open, and licks and nips at his neck without any sense of pressure, the harder it is to hold back his noises]

[ At this point, Oria is very much enjoying himself. Even before Sinclair grinding his leg between his, his face has been feeling warm and a haze settles in his mind. His breathing starts to get heavier, and he keeps nipping at the side of his neck, letting his breath part over it. It also makes him realize that he needs to look for it. It shouldn't be too far in... He moves his fingers around until he feels something different--

Oh.

He thinks this is it. Oria gently presses onto it, awaiting Sinclair's reaction. ]

Mn-!

[Sinclair draws taut, barely having a moment to bury his face against Oria's shoulder to muffle his too loud cry. That felt good, unexpectedly so and rubs himself against Oria messily with a low whine. The flush on his cheeks deepens further as he tightens his hold on Oria's shoulders]

Oria--

[ Oh.

Sinclair's reaction makes redness spread like wildfire over his face. He really feels that he needs to do something more. Something. Anything. He continues to push his fingers in and out, eventually adding a third and pressing in on the every other thrust of his fingers. ]

Emil.

[ He breathes out right into his ear, low and sultry. ]

You sound... so good like this. I want more. I want to hear more.

[ The last word matches its timing with him pressing slightly harder. ]

Oria. Oria...

[ Sinclair cries out louder, writhing a little more as pleasure builds in him, hot and steady. It's so intimate, heady and overwhelming and it's hard to hold his voice back even against Oria's shoulder]

I want you so much--

[ (head against the poster meme) "oh libido-chan we're really in for it now"

Pictured: Oria's mental restraints just flying out the window right now. ]

Emil, I'm going to turn you around. Is that fine with you?

[ Because every time, Sinclair wanted them to face each other and Oria would understand why he wanted that, but Oria also knows the logistics of doing this would be much easier if Sinclair turned around. Skill issue, but it'll be fixed in time. Probably. ]

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