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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[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. ]

[insinning]

Oria...

[ Sinclair can't help but moan Oria's name a little softly, his voice ragged with need. He makes another noise for the sensation of Oria's hips grinding down against his, and he blushes hotter, heat pooling down between his own legs rapidly. He shifts a little, hooking his leg over Oria's hip to encourage that, and keep him close]

[dissimulative]

[ He knows Sinclair must be feeling good from all those reactions and it would be nice to see him try to answer if he asked, but Oria isn't the kind of person to ask for the sake of validating himself when the answer is clearly in front of him. ]

Emil...

[ He breathes out his name as he pants, the feeling of want overwhelming his mind. He finally lets go of one of the hands to tug the collar of the maid dress to leave harsher kisses as his hips grinds against him harder. There's definitely a hickey below the crook of his neck. ]

[insinning]

Mn--

[ He writhes up a little in earnest, pleasure jolting down his spine at the mark Oria leaves against his neck. He reaches up with his free hand, curling his fingers against Oria's hair to tug his mouth against his neck more firmly. He moans insensibly as their hips grind together, vaguely overwhelmed when he considers the last time Oria hadn't and maybe it's different because this is different, but still, he wants Oria to know how much he likes this and how much he likes it because it's Oria]

[dissimulative]

[ His mouth can't reach any further down because of the maid outfit and he has no idea how to undress him right now, but that isn't important. Impatience wins over and he sucks at the same spot, vaguely wondering if it's more sensitive if done this way. Warm breath parts over Sinclair's neck as Oria continues to breathe heavily. He also wonders if Sinclair is close, because he certainly feels like his own body is. ]

[insinning]

[ It certainly is more sensitive this way, a sharp initial pain that melts into throbbing pleasure that leaves Sinclair's body warm all over. He shivers again and rocks himself up by arching into Oria, his hand sliding down to grip firmly at Oria's shoulder]

Mn. Oria, I might --

[ His breath hitches and his hips snap up impatiently as heat builds up in him faster than he thought possible]

[dissimulative]

[ The way Sinclair suddenly pushes up against him makes Oria moan quiet and low, shuddering, as he tries to push him fully back onto the bed. ]

You can let go. Me too—I...

[ He can't finish that sentence when his entire body tenses up and is wracked by shivers of pleasure when he reaches it. ]

[insinning]

Oria...

[ Sinclair squeezes tightly at Oria's hand, his shoulder as pleasure finally overwhelms him too. He cries out softly, his body drawing taut, trembling all over as he finds release]

[dissimulative]

[ Everything is a new sensation to him.

Oria feels a little out of it as he tries to catch his breath, giving Sinclair a languid kiss before plopping next to him on the side. The inside of his pants feels gross, but that's a problem for a probably near future Oria.

He puts an arm over Sinclair's torso though, the one that had been holding his hand all along. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair is definitely messy and he's pointedly not thinking about what a mess he is at the moment. He curls up against Oria, blushing and content, happy to just cuddle for a little longer in quiet. He just winds his arms around him in turn, resting his head against Oria's shoulder as his body slowly comes down from the high of the moment]

[dissimulative]

[ He breathes out a deep, content sigh as he pulls Sinclair a little closer to him. ]

Wow, I am... exhausted.

[ He could probably go for more normally, but he's experienced so many emotions in the past several minutes that he needs to stop before he gets too overwhelmed. Oria laughs a little. ]

[insinning]

Are you?

[ Sinclair laughs too, well aware of how much energy Oria would have normally. But he wants to stick close so he nuzzles at Oria's neck, exhaling softly]

[dissimulative]

Mm. Are you saying that you want more? Because if you give me a minute, I can.

[ But Sinclair's nuzzling is very endearing... ]

[insinning]

[Reddening a little. Does he want more? Honestly a part of him wants to keep touching Oria and be touched. But also:]

I like this too.

[ The cuddling. He gives Oria's neck a little kiss]