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]

[ 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]

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair is so sweet, always thinking of him and his comfort levels while doing this. It makes Oria think since this was because he didn't want to make sounds. He feels a bit cowardly after Sinclair shows more of his sincerity by switching positions, and as much pride Oria has, he doesn't want this to feel imbalanced.

So he pushes Sinclair onto the mattress, aligns himself with Sinclair's length and takes him in again. Despite how merely making noises were difficult for Oria, here he is, in a very exposed position as he takes Sinclair inside. The emotions really run rampant here that makes Oria think "fuck it" and just go from there.

Which ends up like this: Oria starts riding Sinclair without any of his clothes, he raises himself up and pushes back down, the redness spreads from his cheeks to his ears and to his shoulders. The embarrassment stings. But most of all, he shudders as he breathes out, letting out a quiet moan as he closes his eyes. ]

[insinning]

[Oh.

It's too bad Oria has his eyes shut because the blush that spreads across Sinclair's cheeks is almost as impressive as Oria's.

He swallows, moaning softly as he rocks his hips up to meet Oria half way, his hands gripping at Oria's hips tightly to just pull him in at a different angle.

Murmuring heatedly through panting breaths]

Oria...you look incredible like this--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria furrows his brow a little at that, only because he knows Sinclair is being sincere, so he can't refute it at all. He won't even cut him off this time as he continues to raise and drop himself. He's panting, but still moaning every now and then, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at Sinclair. He looks absolutely wrecked right now. ]

[insinning]

[ It had been Sinclair's intention to let Oria set the pace again. But when he sits back up to watch Oria move like that, with that expression...

Sinclair makes a soft noise, hands moving over Oria's chest to tease at a nipple, back over Oria's length to give him a few teasing strokes.

Then his hands settle at Oria's hips again, gripping tightly. He just needs to hold out and--

Then he's moving, rolling them back over again, all sense and control thrown to the wind as some other feeling takes over, wild and intense. This time, he doesn't pull out to adjust their positions, and presses in so deeply he feels stars at the back of his vision and he has to kiss Oria hard. It's good. It's incredibly good--]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria thought he was just going to be tilted over so that Sinclair could sit up, but that's not the case when he feels the bed on his back and-- oh.

He can't even say anything with how hard Sinclair kisses him, but he moans into it regardless from how deep he can feel him inside. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair moves faster this time, rougher, deeper on each thrust. He breaks the kiss to nuzzle at Oria's throat and try to even out his own breathing. He's so close now, so he reaches between them to stroke Oria's length again, trying to drive him over the brink once more]

[dissimulative]

[ When Sinclair goes in deep, Oria feels him brushing up against something that feels like he might black out for a second. He's usually quiet when it comes to pain and only loud whenever he's being obnoxious on purpose, but he can't control his volume from how good it feels. He still holds the sounds back on reflex, but half of them leak from his mouth anyway, because he can't fully contain them. His harsh breathing, the way he moans Sinclair's name, his heels pressing against Sinclair's lower back and his hands and fingers clawing at Sinclair's shoulderblades again--]

Emil... Ah--I can't... I...

[ There isn't much warning before he spills into Sinclair's hand hard. ]

[insinning]

Oria--

[ The heat of Oria spilling over his hand is more than enough to push Sinclair over the edge. He gasps, moaning senselessly, as his body strains against Oria's, his hands moving over Oria's hips as he comes hard, his vision briefly whiting out as he climaxes. It's only a few seconds, but he comes to, face buried against Oria's neck, his breathing ragged and rough as he comes down]