September and secret nsfw october shenanigans

[insinning]

Who: Emil Sinclair (Vogel) and anyone/everyone
When: All over September
What: Catch all, exploration, overflow + dungeon runs; lots of feelings and grieving and murderous thoughts.
Warnings: Nsfw in 25/9 thread just to be safe

 

"Over all the hilltops
Is quiet now,
In all the treetops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
the birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait, soon like these
Thou too shalt rest."

Comments

9/25.... closes my eyes

[dissimulative]

[ Anyway.

Oria finishes brushing Sinclair's hair and drapes himself over his back with his arms going over the shoulders. The fingers lightly graze over the black stocking near the hem of the skirt that Sinclair keeps trying to lower. ]

I think it suits you.

do i need to add warnings to this now...

[insinning]

[ Sinclair jumps a little, a small shiver running down his spine. He can sure feel the warmth of Oria's body around him now and the stockings are feeling very thin indeed]

I thought you didn't like this stuff?

[ And he's now even more aware of how short this skirt is]

maybe...........

[dissimulative]

Probably? Normally. You look really good in it though, and the way you keep trying to tug at your skirt makes you seem shy.

[ And that is SUCH a bonus for Oria. He doesn't normally like cute things, but he can make an exception for Sinclair, and by god, he's feeling the full weight of thay decision right now. He's too cute. Oria wants to tease him some more.

Now he has two wolves: to let go because Sinclair is still feeling drunk or to continue... ]

closes my eyes

[insinning]

[Sinclair's cheeks heat a little further. He's not so drunk that he's oblivious to how high up his leg Oria's hand is. ]

Well---it's short. It's kinda...

[ Vulnerable feeling? ]

opens them

[dissimulative]

Kinda what?

[ Oria turns his own head to kiss Sinclair's warm cheek as his thumb gently circles a spot on his thigh over the stocking. ]

Re: opens them

[insinning]

[ Sinclair squirms a little, very much noticing that hand. He reaches up a little to hold Oria's other hand with his gloved one]

Easy to move? Like, if I move the wrong way it might go up too high?

[dissimulative]

[ The other hand turns to lace fingers with Sinclair's while the hand at his thigh slowly moves upwards until it's under the skirt. ]

You don't like that, right? It's a little immodest for your tastes.

[ He thinks he knows what Sinclair prefers by now, and it's definitely not this. ]

Do you want me to stop?

[insinning]

[His breath hitches a little and he blushes harder in response.]

It is a bit...

[ He shakes his head, squeezing Oria's hand a little and leans back against him in encouragement. In that position, Oria might notice the thin black tights end just a little above the hem of the skirt, held in place by a suspender belt, thin little straps of silky material. Very immodest for someone like Sinclair]

...You can keep going.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's mind freezes for a second. ]

... Are these connected to garters?

[ Sinclair?! But wait. Hold up. He needs to take a step back, so in place of his feet, his hand withdraws from Sinclair's skirt. ]

Are you sure you wanna do this? I was just teasing and you're... kinda drunk.

[insinning]

I didn't choose this outfit.

[That pulls Sinclair up a bit, even as he blushes harder. Stupid game randomisation mechanic. He tips his head back to press a kiss to Oria's jaw, still red.]

I'm not that drunk. [ He knows who he's with] And I trust you.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria can't help but to smile at that. ]

Thanks.

[ But he's here to ruin the moment because he's very much not romantic than people think he is. ]

If you drink the animal ear potion, would you called me "Master Nyan"?

[insinning]

[ Good thing Sinclair is still in elbowing position. Just jabbing that into Oria now. Oria is the worst]

I don't recall calling you Master Anything.

[ Ah, the animal ears potion...that sure is a thing]

[dissimulative]

[ Oof. That doesn't stop the bubbling laughter from Oria though. ]

You haven't, because you didn't drink the potion.

[ He snickers and puts his hand on Sinclair's thigh again and slowly sliding up to make the skirt hike up higher. ]

I dunno, maybe something like "hello master, can I have some milkies, nya"?

[ snrrrrrrrrrk ]

[insinning]

I-I'm pretty sure the animal potion doesn't change your personality. [ As far as he can tell with the crafting description but also]

Please tell me that's not something you'd actually like.

[But that sure is Oria's hand on his thigh again. Very distracting]

[dissimulative]

What? Animal eared maids? Not in general.

[ He slips his fingers inside the tights at the outer thigh and whispers into his ear. ]

But if it's with you, I'd try most things at least once.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair blushes as Oria's breath brushes over his ear. He's embarrassed all over again, distracted by Oria's hand--where is that hand going anyway?]

I-I'm finding it a little questionable after your comments...

[ He's also coming to the grim realisation he probably could be convinced at least once in this world. Why]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria is never the kind of person who'd joke around if "if you loved me, you'd do x", because that's not his thing and he would never like to be treated that way either. The advantages of having self-respect and self-worth. Wow.

So he just finds it funny instead, quietly laughing next to Sinclair's ear and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. ]

I'd still make you feel good all the time.

[ The hand was working to tease Sinclair some more, but since that isn't working out, the fingers will the confines of the tights and leave a slight trail up to where the garter should be. The skirt is really hiked up now. ]

How do you want me to touch you?

[insinning]

[ It's that part of Oria that makes it easy for Sinclair to be completely comfortable with Oria. He squirms a little, his breath hitching again as he presses back harder against Oria]

Mm. I know you would--

[ And he's distracted by the sensation of Oria's fingers against his bare skin, where he was a little more sensitive. He's trying not to think about the skirt anymore]

You can be--firmer.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria quietly breathes out and lifts his head so that he can kiss the nape and eventually make his way to the cheek while trying to make Sinclair turn his head too, so that they can kiss properly. His hand rests on his inner thigh, but it frustratingly doesn't get anywhere closer to where he should be touching. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair turns a little into the kisses, tipping his head so his lips can meet Oria's. He's well aware of where Oria should be touching, and he squirms a little to coax Oria's hand up higher.]

[dissimulative]

[ Once their lips meet, Oria tries to keep deepening their kiss by nibbling at Sinclair's lip and occasionally poking at it with his tongue too. Let him in!!

In the meantime, that hand? It's not getting any closer despite the squirming. Frustrating tease. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair parts his lips willingly enough eventually, even though he shouldn't because Oria's being a tease. He half turns a little more into Oria to anchor his hand against his shoulder--Oria really is going to keep teasing him, isn't he?

Fine.

His hand will drift lower and slip under the hem of Oria's shirt if he lets him]

[dissimulative]

[ He almost lets out a surprised noise when he feels Sinclair's hand under the hem of his shirt, but in return, he bumps up the intensity of the kiss, making it rougher right off the bat. It doesn't last long though, as Oria breaks the kiss. ]

I thought you'd have wanted to change clothes, but you wanna keep going in this, huh?

[insinning]

[ Sinclair flushes a little more]

All my other clothes are still wet.

[ And do they have pajamas in the World?? if they do, it might be pointless to get in them anyway. He might have changed before Oria started touching his thigh but then...

Also something something being a little drunk and courage]

Besides. Aren't you the one who said you'd be fine in trying things at least once?

[dissimulative]

I am! I was more worried about you.

[ Oria's being a little smug again... Anyway, he takes his hand out of the skirt and carries Sinclair bridal style to carry him over to the bed. When Oria gets there, he tosses Sinclair to the center of the mattress and then proceeds to pounce on him, pinning him down by the wrists. ]

Gotcha.