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."

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[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.

[insinning]

[ Maybe one day Oria's strength will stop surprising him. Not today.

He yelps a little, laughing as he tries very hard not to squirm]

Mm. You got me.

[But uh, sure is different like this, huh?]

[dissimulative]

So, firmly... right?

[ Oria leans in to kiss Sinclair before he can give his answer, starting it off rough just like before. Maybe he'll cut it short again? Who knows? But for now, Sinclair can enjoy a little rougher display of love. ]

[insinning]

[ Sometimes, Sinclair can enjoy that if his response to that rough kiss is any indication. He moans into the kiss, pressing up a little-- and that sure is his skirt getting hiked all the way up]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria has a hand under Sinclair's leg and grips the back of his thigh and pushes it so that Sinclair bends his knee. The skirt? It might as well not be there anymore. He pushes his own leg up between Sinclair's like he did last time (though it was accidental before, it's done with purpose now), pressing in. ]

[insinning]

[It's welcome enough to move as Oria pushes him, arching up with a low moan. With Oria still pinning his hands, he doesn't have leverage to do more than rub himself against Oria's thigh]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria eats up the moans in their rough kiss with him being very intent to show Sinclair that he wants him. He really does—not just because of what he's currently wearing, but he wants to show Sinclair how much he loves him, and how much he wants him to feel good. He can clearly see it with the way Sinclair arches his back.

The hands that hold Sinclair down move upwards so that they can hold hands, finger lacing with each other—an affectionate and intimate reminder that he's not quite done with how much he wants to see Sinclair lose it again. He likes seeing him react to his touches.

His leg pushes up whenever Sinclair's hips move so that they can meet halfway. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair squeezes at Oria's hands in response, a visible shudder arcing down his spine. It's intense every time Oria shows him how much he wants him, and it's almost enough for him to forget his state of dress. But he kisses Oria harder in response, nibbling at his lip, trying to slip his tongue between Oria's lips instead. He wants Oria to feel how much he wants Oria too. His hips rock restlessly against Oria's thigh a nebulous desire for more.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria opens his mouth to welcome Sinclair's tongue inside and to greet it with his own, sliding itself against it. The kiss continues to be rough once the kiss turns open-mouthed. Oria wants more and is finally starting to feel something uncomfortable between his own legs for the first time. Seeing Sinclair's reactions turned him on so much and he feels like he wants to move his own hips against something, anything. It gets harder to breathe, so he eventually breaks the kiss and immediately leaves a trail of soft but needy kisses down to his neck. His mind feels a little hazy and all he can think about is how much he wants Sinclair so badly right now and to relieve the discomfort between his legs.

So that's why his leg finally moves out of the way and is replaced by his own hips to grind against Sinclair's. ]