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 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.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria looked like he was about to say something, but is cut off by the kiss. Not that he seems to mind when he returns it and lifts his hips to get the pants off.

And he is... absolutely losing it on the inside.

This is the most vulnerable he has ever been in his life, physically and emotionally at the same time. There's a passing wonder as to why he thought this was such an even bigger deal than usual. Even though Sinclair said that he wanted to see his face, he keeps the head there by tugging on his hair so that they can keep kissing. He's not allowed to lift his head yet. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair keeps the kiss slow but deep, freeing Oria from his pants as he palms his ass gently.

This is a lot. So it's a little gratifying Oria has him this close so he can get a hold of himself]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria is definitely not used to being touched there, so he tenses up when Sinclair's hand goes to his ass. Eep. It just makes him tug Sinclair's head a little more despite how it can't get any closer. This is already the closest it can get. He bites a little of Sinclair's tongue in the kiss in the process, but lets go soon. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair makes a noise into the kiss, and returns that little bite with a gentle nip of his own. He lets his hand rest there for a bit, waiting for Oria to relax, before he slides his hand down further, pressing between, and exploring just a little around his entrance.

A part of him still can't believe Oria is letting him do this, but most of him is lost to the feeling of arousal and heat. He knows how the mechanics work here now, but he also remembers how sore he had been after Oria fucked him into the mattress. He didn't mind it (it might have been really fun?), but he doesn't want Oria to be that sore after so

He wants it to feel nice]

[dissimulative]

[ It takes a while for Oria to relax especially with Sinclair's finger so close to the entrance, but he eventually does. He finally breaks the kiss so that he can breathe properly but still keeps his head close. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair takes a moment too, nuzzling at Oria's jaw, not quite looking at his face as he circles his finger over the entrance, and presses in deeper, just a little]

...is this okay?

[Quick check in, as he presses his lips to Oria's jaw]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's breath hitches again despite supposedly expecting it. ]

Yeah, it's... okay.

[ He tries to relax as much as possible as he kisses the side of Sinclair's head. ]

Keep going.