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

[insinning]

Mn-!

[ That gets Sinclair squirming in earnest, rocking against Oria's thigh, tugging harder at the tie. Normally he'd be touching Oria too, but like this, he feels wound up faster than he normally does]

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[ He finally moves on from Sinclair's ear to his neck, nipping at it greedily and sucking at the skin when he goes low enough so that it won't be seen above where collars usually are on the clothes. Biting isn't his thing, but he leaves a gradual trail of love bites down Sinclair's skin until he reaches the chest and licks as he shoves his thigh against his hips harder. ]

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[Is it possible to get this hard this fast? Sinclair moans a little helplessly as he arches up, trying to get more friction, to feel more of Oria's touch. Each love bite sends heat spiking through him, touch and his own helplessness making him overwhelmed with arousal.

So this is what Oria meant by teasing him]

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[ It sure is! Oria even shifts the position of his thigh to specifically grind against the erection rougher than before. After letting his tongue flick a nipple, he glances upwards at Sinclair's face. ]

Is there something specific you want me to do, Emil?

[ He knows he does, but Oria wants to make Sinclair say it. It's really just bullying Sinclair hours... ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair takes a moment to catch his breath. He's both incredibly turned on and a tiny bit huffy. Oria was being mean.]

I. Um. [aaa] I want you to touch me--directly.

[dissimulative]

Touch you?

[ Oria lets his hand down from Sinclair's chest to side, letting his hand soak up the warmth of Sinclair's torso. ]

Where?

[insinning]

E-everywhere...?

[Oria is mean but that touch is nice too]

[dissimulative]

Be more specific about your desires, Emil. I'm sure you won't be satisfied with me pinching your nose.

[ He grins so, so devilishly. Bully hours continue. ]

[insinning]

[Oria is the worst and yet, Sinclair loves him anyway? Or because of it? What does that make him then. Don't think about it. Sinclair blushes harder, tugs a little at the tie because he really wants to get back at Oria now--ah, thwarted. It really is done too well. So he closes his eyes]

You're awful. [huffing a little, drawing in a little breath] I just want you to fuck me--

1/2

[dissimulative]

[ Oh...........??? ]

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[ Oria's mind short-circuits for a second. He didn't expect Sinclair to say that at all, so when he hears it, it's completely unprecedented. To him. So yes, he does freeze up for a second, but gets back to the swing of things very easily and climbs up Sinclair's body to cut that off with a kiss. It's a rough kiss right away and you bet that he's deepening it too.

His thigh is replaced by a hand that slides down from his torso to his hips, pressing in and tracing over the shape. What did Fragment's stuff explain about VR sex again... Oria doesn't think too hard on it, but of all things, why is this what he remembers and not other important things. The game is fucking him up. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair moans into that kiss, his lips moving against Oria's eagerly as his hips buck up into Oria's hand. What does it say about him that he gets really turned on when Oria kisses him roughly. His mind blanks out when Oria's hand traces against his growing erection, and he barely has a thought to be embarrassed about his reaction anymore, let alone anything else]

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair can find out more things about himself as they go. That's what experimenting and exploration is for, after all.

Oria moves his hands so that he can work on taking Sinclair's off. He's actually... feeling a little nervous about this, but he tries not to let that show. Instead, he continues to kiss Sinclair to keep him distracted from said clothing removal, but he still cuts it short, almost smirking. ]

You want it like this on the bed? Should I roll you over? Slam you against the wall? The floor? Hey, Emil... how do you want it? Hm?

[insinning]

[Oh. Oh.

Sinclair blushes hard, and Oria can probably see and feel the way his suggestions make Sinclair feel as he writhes a little against him, trying to chase after those kisses, those touches. It takes a second for Sinclair to recalibrate as he pulls up short against the headboard. He wants all of that, his skin prickling all over with desire. He wants Oria desperately, and he mostly doesn't care how, except this time, for this first time--Panting]

Like this--I want to see you. Please--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria keeps doing these things, but Sinclair keeps pulling the rug under him by going above and beyond aka he didn't expect him to beg. He's incredibly turned on right now, but mostly from how endearing Sinclair continues to be--yes, this counts as endearment. Seeing and hearing Sinclair say those things when he's usually reserved... it's very nice. A+. Would wholeheartedly recommend to his future self if they do this again. He's eating so well tonight... ]

Good answer.

[ So Oria leans in to kiss Sinclair again, resuming with the distraction as he takes lowers his own pants, but it's proving to be somewhat of a struggle because these pants come with several leg straps on his thighs.

...

It still works out. He recalls that no one needs lubrication here, nor do they exist in Fragment. Despite how he'd normally lead in with fingering and stretching before everything else (he knows the process), his mind is thick with a haze that he can't ignore despite all his nerves. For one, he's still curious too. What would it be like--

He doesn't have to wonder for long, because he aligns himself with Sinclair and slowly inserts himself. His breath hitches in the kiss, because he feels overwhelmed immediately. ]

[insinning]

[ Oria liked that, huh?
Even in the heated haze, Sinclair will remember that. The mechanics of sex in fragment were something Sinclair was vaguely aware of, but hadn't thought he'd ever use. He knows how this is supposed to go in real life and Fragment was different, but when he feels Oria align himself, his breath hitches despite himself--and then Oria is pressing in and Sinclair can't help but cry out louder than before, his voice muffled into the kiss, as he rocks up, welcoming Oria into him.]

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[ Oria pauses for a second when Sinclair becomes louder, even if it's still muffled by the kiss. He pulls away from it, with a hint of concern lacing his voice despite everything that's happening right now. ]

Does it hurt? Do you... need some time?

[insinning]

No.

[ He needs a moment but, not because of that. He blinks, a little dazed as he hooks a leg over Oria's hip to keep him from going to far]

It felt... good. Keep going.

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[ Oria quietly breathes out, his breath almost shuddering. ]

... Alright.

[ He pushes himself in some more and wow, it feels way too good. His hands grab onto Sinclair's hips, raising him a little so that the motions won't be too much of a problem as he slowly tries to work up a consistent rhythm. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair shudders with each thrust , moaning softly. He's completely in Oria's hands here, unable to do anything to hide how good this feels, or touch Oria in turn to let him know how much he wants him. His eyes flutter shut, as he rocks up into each thrust, feeling needy for everything]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria breathes heavily, but he realizes that it's not as fun if Sinclair is still tied up, so he reaches over to unravel the tie, freeing Sinclair's wrists. He doesn't give Sinclair that much of a reprieve though, because he starts thrusting deep until he feels something out of place inside. Is this what he thinks it is...? ]

[insinning]

[It takes Sinclair a belated second to realise his wrists are free, because Oria is pressing in there in a place that makes Sinclair moan almost a little too loudly]

Oria--

[He surges up, wrapping his arms around Oria's shoulders as he smears kisses along his throat, panting softly. Better. Much better]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh...

Hm.

Oria decides to brush up against that more often when he pushes in deep, but not all the time so that Sinclair doesn't get used to it too much. The feeling of Sinclair wrapping his arms around him feels nice after all that. The kisses on his neck feel good too. ]

Mm. I think I like it better like this.

[ When Sinclair clings onto him while he's in the process of losing his mind, that is. He moves one of his hands over to Sinclair's length to give firm strokes in addition to the thrusts. The coordination is a bit difficult, but nothing he can't handle. ]

[insinning]

Mm. Yes, like that--

[Sinclair pants hotly against Oria's ear, struggling to find equilibrium. It's hard when Oria keeps thrusting in him, uneven, still teasing, still trying to make Sinclair completely overwhelmed. He nuzzles into Oria's neck, fingernails digging a little against Oria's shoulders when Oria's hand closes over his length, as he writhes down against Oria's cock as best he can, his breaths uneven and quickening.

It's completely overwhelming, and Sinclair is insensible to anything else now]

[dissimulative]

[ The longer this goes with Sinclair being like That under him, Oria can't keep it together for too long. He's breathing heavily, trying to keep his senses so that he can still try to make Sinclair feel good while he's hearing Sinclair trying to steady his breathing so close into his own ear. His shirt and overcoat still drape over his own shoulders and he never bothered to take them off fully, so the fingernails digging in doesn't hurt all that much. But the other senses feel way too overwhelming for him. ]

Hah... Emil, I can't...

[ He groans quietly as his own fingers dig into Sinclair's hip and stroke him even harder. ]