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]

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.

[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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[ It's hot, tight and overwhelming. He gasps out a soft laugh as he rolls his hips into Oria's ass, feeling the sting of Oria's nails against his back and teeth against his neck]

Why are you saying that now...

[ He waits for Oria to tilt his head back as he kisses Oria hard, stopping him from saying anything more that will make him laugh]

[dissimulative]

Because—

[ Maybe it's better that he shuts up before ruining the mood. Oria returns the kiss as he feels Sinclair push in further, clawing at his back even more. This is where Sinclair will get scratch marks for sure. As he continues the sloppy make out session, he occasionally moans into the kiss, though it's small. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair just focuses on moving his hips, thrusting in a little deeper each time. He feels overwhelmed, the feeling of Oria around him intense. He deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue into Oria's mouth, licking in as he manages to work one hand between them to stroke over Oria's erection]

[dissimulative]

[ When Sinclair strokes over the length, he'll find that the insides squeeze around him even more for a moment before they resume their normal state. As time passes, Oria has gotten better about holding in sounds despite how good it feels, even if what Sinclair is doing right now is absolutely driving him crazy. The way Sinclair works at both of them at the same time has Oria heavily panting while the clawing resumes over the back. If Sinclair wants to hear Oria, he might have to go beyond what he's doing now. ]

[insinning]

[ He wants to hear Oria. He really wants to hear Oria. He breaks the kiss again to catch his breath, nuzzling along his jaw, panting softly as he strokes over Oria's erection, increasing the speed of his thrusts, harder, deeper angling a little differently

and then, he pressed his lips to Oria's throat again, sucking at the skin hard]

[dissimulative]

[ When Sinclair angles his thrusts differently, Oria's body jolts and arches. There's a loud moan that accompanies it, but Oria grinds his teeth to shut himself up. His face flushes so, so red because he couldn't stop himself in time. However, after that, he seems to be better at holding the sounds back despite everything.

Perhaps it's time to break down mental barriers or to take a different approach. ]

[insinning]

Oria...

[ Sinclair moans his name a little breathlessly, but flushes too. His brow furrows a little and thinks he'd sooner die than be able to say the things Oria said to him last time. But that's not what Oria likes about him, is it? His hand slows a little, the touch lighter teasing]

Is it so bad for me to hear you?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria whines a little when the hand slows, but when his attention is called upon, he looks over at his face, half-dazed. When he realizes what Sinclair is asking, he pauses. ]

It's embarrassing... I can't...

[ For Oria, who has too much pride and has a hard time letting himself be vulnerable around anyone, realizes why it feels disrespectful to hold himself back. He should trust Sinclair with himself, and he's done so many times before—Sinclair never gave Oria a reason to doubt him. ]

[insinning]

[Oh. Sinclair nuzzles Oria's throat a little, kissing a dark mark gently. Then he's moving, hand against Oria's hips to adjust their positions, so Oria is on top, straddling his lap. The movement draws out a soft moan from Sinclair and he curls his fingers around Oria's cock again, stroking lazily as he nuzzles at his chest]

Then is this better?

[ Oria could take back a little of his control like this after all, move as he liked rather than Sinclair]