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[ 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. ]

[ Sinclair is too busy melting to do much to protest or fluster. This is so relaxing...]

Mm...if you want...

[Definitely not processing this properly or at all]

[ Oria holds back a sigh, but smiles anyway. He loves Sinclair so much, so he won't ruin this for him. Less talking, more doing. After rinsing out the shampoo, Oria applies the conditioner, lightly scrubs him with the bath sponge, and washes all that out. ]

I'll make sure you take some painkillers tomorrow.

I'm only a little sore...

[And they only went once this time. Sinclair blinks the droplets of water out of his eyes as he reaches up to help with the washing. When they're both done, he's happy to bundle them both with towels to dry off]

If you think it's sore now, it's gonna be super sore tomorrow.

[ Oria dries himself off, puts on clothes and tosses a big t-shirt with sweatpants over to Sinclair. ]

Probably...[ He does remember not being able to get out of bed. But it's only the faintest twinge this time when he moves. He dries himself off and dresses, muffling a yawn]

Mm... next time should be a bubble bath after then...

[ Oria laughs a little. Sinclair is so silly sometimes. He still knows where things are, so going to bed without his glasses is an easy task after cleaning up the room before then. ]

A bubble bath after doing it on the floor? How ambitious.

[ He has something like a jacuzzi so maybe they can chill in there too? Something like that. Oria snuggles with Sinclair. ]

Good night, Emil.

[ Once Sinclair's brain hits a certain point of lethargy, everything makes sense]

Didn't you want to have a bubble bath before?

[ He snuggles into Oria, mumbling]

Night...

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