dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ Oria thinks he applied enough lube, even if the general consensus seems to be "if you think you applied enough, add more", but it's a lot and long-lasting, so Oria thinks he'll be fine. He takes his fingers out of Sinclair and turns him around, but almost slamming him to the wall in the process. Not too loud though, or people would probably wake up. So that they don't lose too much momentum, Oria grabs what he needs and then drapes over Sinclair's back, head on his shoulder and hand in the front to directly stroke him. He tilts his head a little so that he can kiss the side of his neck.

Attaching it doesn't take too long and it's been done after Sinclair turned and right before he leaned into Sinclair, but he quietly breathes out. He chose something that would affect himself at the same time, so he's not sure how it'll go, but after covering that with lube too, he tries to slowly insert it, going a little at a time in case Sinclair doesn't like it or it's too much. It functions like a normal strap-on dildo... for now. ]

Ah--

[ Sinclair gasps, drawing a sharp breath of pleasure as he catches himself against the wall, trying to steady himself. Then Oria is pressing against him, pressing a dildo in him, and Sinclair cries out against his arm as the dildo stretches him open. It's a very different feeling, more solid, a lot cooler in him, a lot less giving]

Edited 2024-01-21 05:15 (UTC)

[ He wonders if the warming lubricant offsets the difference in temperature. After all, he wants it to feel realistic as possible but there will always be limitations.

But as he presses on, the strap-on, stimulates him at the same time. Oria lets out a shuddering breath as he tries to focus on stroking Sinclair again with a hand. The other hand roams upwards to Sinclair's chest to tease a nipple. ]

[Sinclair whimpers, unable to handle all the different sensations threatening to overwhelm him for a moment. He braces himself against the wall, trying to both push back against Oria and that strap on, and at the same time, chase Oria's hand at his erection and the hand at his chest]

Oria--

[Sinclair gasps again, wondering in a hazy sort of way if Oria felt it when he pressed back against him. It's warm in him in a completely unexpected way. Not all like how it was in Fragment, but this is better. This is real.]

I, I don't know if I can hold back anymore...

[He whines, burying his face against his forearm, trying to keep his voice as low as possible]

[ Oria adds to the sensations by biting his ear with the canine tooth, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to stimulate. There's a low moan into Sinclair's ear when he pushes back against him. The strap on is definitely working its devices on Oria as well, dependent on the movements on Sinclair's end. He makes a quiet, shuddering sigh as he slightly pulls back and pushes into him. The hand at his chest brings up the hem of Sinclair's shirt near his mouth. The shirt never really got taken off before. ]

Bite onto this.

[ A makeshift gag. His voice is low, panting as he slowly starts thrusting at a relaxed pace. ]

[Sinclair bites into it, then buries his face against his arms, the flush reaching the tips of his ears as he muffles those sounds. He feels so hot, and every time Oria thrusts forward, Sinclair presses back, desperate and needy to keep feeling the way that strap-on feels in him, thick and solid, oddly warm with the lube. But more importantly, is Oria's warm pressed against his back, the reminder Oria has him, can steady him when he begins to lose his mind.]

[ Once Oria thinks Sinclair has gotten used to the object inside of him, he starts thrusting his hips. With every thrust, he feels it affecting him too, as the other end stimulates him as well. He begins to feel dizzy—his mind's haze thick with desire as he keeps thrusting in and out. It sometimes brushes against the prostate or presses against it firmly. ]

Emil...

[ His voice is breathless over his ear as he bites it again as his hand resume their movements, pinching the nipple and stroking the length faster. ]

[ Sinclair whimpers around the fabric in his mouth, writhing against Oria, muffling his voice against his forearm. Every sensation is incredible and overwhelming to his senses and he barely has the sense of mind to press back every time Oria thrusts forward, vaguely wondering through the fog in his head if this felt as good for Oria too. It's a strangely vulnerable feeling he finds himself in, but he feels at ease giving it all over to Oria to do as he liked.]

[ He quietly breathes in and wills himself to go faster, to thrust deeper and quicker inside Emil. Even if he can't directly feel how the insides feel, there's a resemblance of that on the other side of the strap-on and it's, frankly, driving him crazy. That's why he is almost unrelenting--wanting Sinclair to feel good, but trying very hard to hold himself back. Sinclair still needs to be able to walk tomorrow, but he really wants this to go on for a while.

Oria shakily sighs and bites his ear again, copying the gesture he did with his fingernails, lightly grazing up the underside of Sinclair's length that he enjoyed so much last time. ]

[ Sinclair inhales sharply, giving a low cry against his arm when Oria does that. His whole body feels overwhelmed now, an entire fog of pleasure that he sinks into, overwhelming every sense he has. The way Oria kept thrusting into him, the hand at his length, the way Oria bites his ear. Sinclair whines a little, his fingers scrabbling for purchase as he tries to find something to keep him steady, as arousal pulses heavily in him. He's so hard now it almost hurts, the tip of his length beading with precum. Every coherent thought has fled his mind now, and the only thing he can really think about is Oria]

Edited 2024-01-21 22:30 (UTC)

[ Unfortunately, all Sinclair has is the wall in front of him. There's nothing to grab onto. His thumb smears the precum over the tip, rubbing it gently, as he continues to nip at Sinclair's ear. ]

I love you, Emil. I love you... so much.

[ He whispers into his ear, panting as he does so. ]

Mm, does it feel good? What do you want me to do?

[Sinclair gasps, writhing a little harder, the fabric of his shirt falling from his mouth. He manages to bite back a loud moan, and takes a moment to catch his breath, shuddering]

Oria... it's good. Too good. I...

[He presses back against
Oria, hard enough to feel the dildo bump into him in a way that makes him feel stars, but hopefully also enough to make it feel good for Oria too. He takes a second and managed to brace himself with one forearm as he reaches back to squeeze at Oria's hip, encouraging]

Keep going. Don't stop.

I love you.

[ The hand at his chest catches Sinclair's hand at the hip and he brings it forth as his head continues to rest on Sinclair's shoulder. He kisses the back of that hand after he brings it up to eye level.

He wants Sinclair to feel how much love he has for him. Oria feels that no matter what he does, it'll never be enough to convey the sheer amount of his feelings, so he does what he can. Which is why he thrusts inside Sinclair harder, making sure that the spot is reached with every thrust he does whether it's rubbing or pushing against it. His hand continues to stroke his length, but also with a firmer grip. The nail grazing happens every now and then. ]

I love you too. So much...

[Sinclair squeezes his eyes shut, a strained noise of pleasure rising up in his throat. Every thrust makes him see stars at the back of his eyes and he gasps, arching up. He squeezes at Oria's hand, burying his face against his forearm as he rocks back]

It's so much. I can't...

[His length pulses a little in Oria's hand, and he bites his lip, as if trying to hold back]

You can let go.

[ Oria whispers into his ear and gives it a quick peck as he continues his motions. ]

I want you to feel good too, after all...

Oria--

[It's a faint sob of pleasure, as the steady motions of Oria thrusting into him continue to build him up to a peak. Then he draws taut, gasping against his arm as he spills over Oria, shuddering as climax crashes over him. It's a very different sort of pleasure that came from being in Oria, but it's so good, long and intense as he trembles, struggling to keep himself upright]

[ Through the stimulation, Oria also goes tense after Sinclair does like a domino effect, except he's very much trying to keep them up despite how tiring their session was just now. His entire hand is sticky, but when he feels Sinclair tremble, he uses the other limb to wrap around his torso. He really needs a shower after this...

He unhooks the strap-on after gently taking it out of Sinclair, letting it fall on the floor. Whew... He's not quite moving his legs yet as he tries to keep Sinclair upright and catching his breath. ]

... You really did go weak at the knees, huh?

Just a little...

[ Sinclair pants, half laughing as he waits for strength to return to his limbs. Oh. Wow. It feels like that, huh? Bed is definitely safer...

He definitely needs another shower]

Yeah. There's a charm for both things, as I'm sure you know at least one of them by now!

[ Doing it against the wall was fun, wasn't it, Sinclair? :) ]

Let me carry you to the bathroom so that we can get clean.

[too much fun...Sinclair flushes a little and leans back into Oria]

You're not tired?

No, I am absolutely wiped.

[ Straight up. ]

But I'm not gonna let you fall, so I'm doing my best.

[ And so, he wraps his arms around Sinclair's torso--both this time--and lifts him, penguin waddling to the bathroom together. He's too tired to do the bridal carry or anything else that's dignified at the moment. ]

I can walk, I can walk--

[ Sinclair laughs. This is so undignified...embarrassing. He's steady on his feet and gets the shower taps for them as soon as it's in reach]

[ Sinclair laughed, so that's a win for Oria. He finally lets him go when they're at the shower stall and the shower commences. Oria will make sure Sinclair doesn't suddenly fall so he will have him seated on the shower stool. It might hurt with the soreness, but it's better then slipping and falling. It's Oria's turn to help Sinclair with the hair washing and such, so he'll do just that. ]

[Sinclair sits, tipping his head back as Oria washes his hair. It's nice...soothing...he melts a little for it.

(Sitting is also nice after earlier, since his legs are still a little shaky)]

[ Cute... Oria tries to make it as much soothing as possible for him. Enjoy the scalp massage, Sinclair. ]

I guess the next one would be doing it on the floor, huh?

[ He is not serious. ]

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