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 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...

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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]

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[ 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. ]

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[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...?

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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]

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[ 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. ]

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[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]

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[ 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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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]

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[ 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.

[insinning]

[ It's a strange sense that settles over him as he presses his finger into Oria's tight slick entrance. He pushes in deeper, then out, slowly but surely building up the pace. He presses another kiss to Oria's neck and only when he feels like Oria is ready, he slips another finger in too.

It's a sense of awe, he dimly realises, that Oria trusts him enough to let him try, to let them both explore what feels good and right for both of them]

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[ It's still a little tight when Sinclair inserts the second finger, but they slide in with ease anyway. Oria tries to relax, but it's difficult when the fingers move and the hand returns to Sinclair's back, clawing at his shoulderblade. ]

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[The clawing stings a little and Sinclair pauses again, pressing another kiss to Oria's neck, nuzzling more heated kisses. He'll keep going once Oria relaxes]

No good...?

[ He knows Oria will say something if he's not comfortable ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria can't get himself to fully relax, but the fingers are free to move regardless. He knows Sinclair means well here, but. ]

If you stop here, I'm gonna get mad.

[insinning]

Okay.

[ Sinclair hums, mouthing at Oria's neck, his fingers between to work Oria open again. He feels like his self control is beginning to slip and he has to work harder go get it back under control]

[dissimulative]

[ don't you just wanna go crazy, sinclair

Oria tries to keep holding back sounds when Sinclair moves his fingers inside. It's really uncomfortable, but he's willing to see it through because he wants to feel the amount of pleasure that Sinclair felt when Oria did it to him (even it wasn't by fingers). The more he focuses on it, the more discomfort he feels and Sinclair's face against his neck doesn't distract as much as he'd like, so he pulls Sinclair up by the shoulders and kisses above his collarbones, sucking and leaving a mark, biting it after. ]

[insinning]

Mn-!

[ Sinclair gasps, shuddering as he rubs himself against Oria. He turns his head, sucking at the shell of Oria's ear again. Then he's moving, fingers slipping out of Oria's ass as he hooks Oria's leg over his elbows aa he aligns himself with Oria's entrance and pushes in]

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[ Oria's nails dig into Sinclair's shoulders, gripping them so intensely that he might almost bleed. There's a sharp, startled sound for a second before Oria cut himself off by biting into the crook of Sinclair's neck like some vampire because his hands are full. He's breathing heavily--it doesn't hurt, but that sure is a foreign thing going inside of him. Oria groans and tries to relax his hands. ]

Why do you feel bigger than expected...

[ Yeah, despite everything, he's whining. ]