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]

[ 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]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria is also trying to catch his breath as he starts coming to, half expecting Sinclair to immediately go again from how unrestrained he was for a moment. It felt so surreal. His hands finally relax, so he lightly pats Sinclair's back in an area where he didn't scratch. Sinclair is going to have some marks there for a while...

Ah, but the sensation of having it done inside doesn't feel pleasant. It's not even something that the afterglow can hide for him, so Oria will consider his options for next time.

Even so. ]

I love you.

[ He kisses the side of Sinclair's head. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair takes a moment to lift his head because of how embarrassed he suddenly feels, the after glow not quite holding it back. He moves a little off to the side of Oria, wincing at the way his back stings a little with the movement, but he presses into Oria's side briefly with a quiet huff. They both sure were messy and sticky, huh? He blushes for the kiss]

Mm...I love you too.

[He understands why Oria was so tired the other time because ooph]

[dissimulative]

Did it feel good?

[ He knows the answer, but he wants to tease Sinclair a little. ]

[insinning]

[Oria is the worst. Sinclair mumbles something incoherent and then]

Yeah, it felt good. [ a tiny peek at Oria's expression] What about you?

[dissimulative]

It was... weird. Definitely needs some time getting used to, but if it didn't feel good, I wouldn't have finished.

[ After some thinking... ]

I like being on top a lot more.

[insinning]

Mm. [ Sinclair has to think about this for a bit. Did he have a preference? It all felt good]

I think I like both...? [ He'll keep thinking]

But if you like being on top more, I enjoy that too.

[ Maybe he's just the type to adjust]

[dissimulative]

What do you like about both options?

[ Tell him, Sinclair. Tell him in excruciating detail—

But he really is curious on what he thinks about it though. ]

[insinning]

[ It's a normal conversation to have for a couple. Sinclair still wants to die though. He blushes a little to put it to words though]

Um. I guess...I liked being able to let go a little? Let you take control...and um. It was weird at first but I liked you in me?

[ aaaaaaa he said that anyway]

But for topping you, it was--fun, in a different way.

[ Can he admit this without Oria getting pouty?]

I liked seeing you like that...with a little less control too.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria thinks about this for a moment, all the while having the smile on his face. Sinclair's reaction is cute, but hearing his genuine answers is nice too. ]

I think I understand. So, you basically want to be buried inside me while I lose my mind?

[ He's not pouting but oh boy. ]

[insinning]

[ Well if Oria wants to be that blunt...]

Um. Yeah. I do.

[ Did? ]

[dissimulative]

You were so rough with me last minute. That was kinda hot.

[ Because it's a side of Sinclair that he doesn't get to see often! So unrestrained. There is something about the freedom of his actions that make it seem so undiluted in thought. ]

... That's not what my body will say tomorrow though.

[ He hopes the soreness won't be too bad. ]

[insinning]

[Is it bad he liked seeing how Oria reacted to him getting rough?]

Um. Did you want the shower first then? Hot water helps.

[Flash-backing to the last time they went three rounds. Ooph]