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 can feel it, and it's a real turn on, a goad to his desire he didn't realise he wanted. He swallows, nuzzling a little lower, as he pushes the scarf off Oria's neck to suck at a spot just over Oria's pulse point. He has to let go of Oria's hand to steady himself, sucking hard at the spot to leave a dark mark that wouldn't fade too quickly. It's fine. The scarf should cover up this spot at least.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria squirms a little under Sinclair when he sucks at his neck, quietly breathing out as he turns his head to the side, letting him have free reign over whatever he wants to do.

But still, Oria won't let him do all the work. He folds his leg up and tries to slot that between Sinclair's so that he can rub his thigh against Sinclair's hips. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair makes a shuddery noise, grinding his hips down on Oria's thigh as he nibbles lightly at Oria's ear, and then presses another sucking kiss along his neck. Did Oria like that too? He wants to keep exploring all the things Oria likes.

His hands slide down, pushing off Oria's hooded vest, his hands slipping under the hem of his shirt. He feels even more needy now, heady with the desire to get his hands all over his boyfriend.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's breath hitches when Sinclair nibbles on the ear with the piercings and tenses up—moreso when he leaves another mark on the neck with a small sound... a whine, maybe? His breathing gets heavier when he feels Sinclair's hand going under his shirt and squirms under him a little. ]

[insinning]

[Oh. That sound does things to his head. Sinclair mouths carefully at Oria's ear again, teasing with his tongue just around the piercings. Then he's pushing Oria's shirt up further so he can slide his hands up higher, tracing over the firm panes of Oria's chest]

[dissimulative]

[ His ear, normally in the real world, they would have been just clip-ons. No extra sensitivity. In the game, they're much more real as actual piercings and the slight tenderness around the pierced areas make his entire body tense and shudder as Sinclair licks around them. ]

Emil, that... tickles...

[ His reactions definitely don't match with it being "ticklish", but perhaps Oria said the wrong word on purpose from how embarrassed he feels. ]

[insinning]

Does it?

[Sinclair's eyes are bright with interest; Oria's ears weren't really pierced offline. But here...

It was definitely interesting. He really likes it.

He teases a little more at Oria's ear, as his hands frame Oria's chest, rubbing gently at his nipples]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria lets out a very quiet whine as he tries to bring his leg closer to himself, which means his thigh presses harder against Sinclair. The redness is a little more visible on his face than usual. ]

[insinning]

[Oria is cute...Oria is really cute...

Help.

Sinclair moans softly, right next to Oria's ear, as he grinds down against Oria's thigh, shuddering as he nuzzles down, pressing another hard sucking kiss along Oria's neck. Oria will have to cover up again...

He'll push Oria's shirt right off so it's not in the way]

[dissimulative]

[ Hearing Sinclair moan into his ear like that makes Oria claw his back and tighten the hold on their hands. After the shirt is taken off, Oria feels even more vulnerable with how aroused he feels. There's already a thick haze that clouds over his mind and it only feels more intense due to his feelings. He can't tell if it's love or lust that's in the lead right now, but he can't find himself to care when Sinclair makes another mark on his neck. ]

[insinning]

Oria...

[Oria had been the one worrying about not having self control earlier, but Sinclair feels like he's the one who should have been worried all along. He pants a little against Oria's neck, moving his way down Oria's body to leave sharp kisses along his chest, firm enough to leave more marks. He squeezes at Oria's hand in turn, shuddering at the feeling of Oria clawing at his back - it makes him wish he had his jacket off too, but he had only managed to shrug off his overcoat earlier. But as he rubs himself against Oria's thigh, he presses his thigh between Oria's legs too]

[dissimulative]

[ What follows is what sounds like a mix of a sigh and a quiet moan. He's definitely hard by now, turned on with how much Sinclair has been taking the lead with what seems to be confidence or just plain lack of restraint. Either way, he wants to see more even though he doesn't like the idea of bottoming. That's how much he wants to see.

His legs tense up and he claws Sinclair's back harder. He's still panting a lot when he isn't making any noises and he swallows. ]

Yeah... just like that.

[ He sounds absolutely breathless. It's a shame that his thigh is no longer grinding against Sinclair's hips, but now there's something else—Oria's voice sounds deeper than usual and a little sultry. ]

Touch me more, Emil.

[insinning]

[ The air in the room suddenly feels stuffy, overheated. Sinclair glances up at Oria with lidded eyes as he pulls back a little to cup Oria's growing erection through his pants, rubbing firmly. In a soft, heated voice:]

Like this?

[ Sinclair thought he would be more nervous to take the lead like this but he feels so turned on right now and Oria looks so good like this that he thinks -- he wants to show Oria everything he's feeling.

He reaches up with his other hand to unbutton his navy jacket and underneath is a tight fitted high neck shirt, he might get rid of later. But he's feeling impatient.]

[dissimulative]

Mm, like that.

[ Oria tries to meet with Sinclair's hand partway and presses his hips into the hand. Meanwhile the hand that was clawing the back tries to slip under Sinclair's shirt to take it off. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair flushes at Oria's response, a race of electricity arcing down his spine. He bites his lip, skinning out of his turtleneck at Oria's prompting before he leans back down to kiss Oria heatedly, rubbing at his erection a few times through the material, before he slides his hand down under the waistband, to cup his erection directly]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria tries to buck his hips to better meet Sinclair's hand, especially when touching directly, but he can't breathe properly when they're kissing, even though he'd rather continue the kiss from how good it feels. Alas, he breaks the kiss and tries to put his own hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds. ]

Emil... I love you. I love so much. I'm close...

[insinning]

Oria-

[Sinclair's eyes go a little wide and dark, and he nuzzle along Oria's throat again as he strokes Oria's erection over and over. He's still achingly hard, untouched but he's suddenly fuelled with the need to make Oria feel as good as possible, and then wind him up all over again]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria holds back sounds as he arches his back and spills into Sinclair's hand. His face is absolutely flushed as he plops back down onto the bed, panting. His hair clings onto his face from the sweat as he tries to catch his breath. He feels like he's seeing stars. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair swallows, eyes dark with arousal and flushed with heat all over. His hand is incredibly sticky now, and the urge to keep going pulses in him hard. He leans back over Oria, kissing his throat, desire still hot beneath his skin. He loves Oria so much. So much that]

Good...?

[dissimulative]

Mm...

[ Oria feels like he's coming down from all that gradually, but he pulls Sinclair up so that he can kiss him instead. The way Oria initiates it isn't as heated, but rather languid as if to suddenly put on the brakes to enjoy themselves at a slower, relaxed pace. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair kisses Oria deeply, slowly, following the pace that Oria sets, letting his body and heart calm, just a little. He wipes his hand against the sheets - they'd have to be washed later anyway - and tugs Oria close again so they can enjoy the moment]

[dissimulative]

[ Perhaps it's the speed, but the kiss feels extremely sensual for Oria to the point that he feels a little turned on again. This is also why Oria ends the kiss, panting just slightly. ]

Emil... tell me, what do you want to do?

[ Oria tries to move his hand between their bodies so that he can try to find Sinclair's hips and press hard. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair moans softly, shuddering as he rocks his hips a little into Oria's touch. He nuzzles at Oria's temple, flushing at where his brain had gone. But modesty had vanished under the intensity of their feelings so he lightly slides his hand, over Oria's hip, his touch feather light]

I want to try...with you. Can I...?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria feels nervous with that question, but he tries to relax. ]

Yeah, you can. Should I stay like this?

[ He means position in case Sinclair wants to see his face or whatever he wanted to do, whether it's on he bed or anywhere else. ]

[insinning]

Mm...I want to see your face...

[His heart skips a beat at the expression on Oria's face. He presses Oria back a little to kiss him again while he helps Oria out of his pants.]