altimit | (Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[ He does.

He really does.

It still doesn't detract from how vulnerable he feels and he tries to get over it like he usually does, but he can't help but to be self-conscious anyway, even if the game's image of him helps a little with that. He's definitely not the type to wear leggings either or any sort of skinny jeans in general--anything form fitting.

But he thinks a way to no longer think about that is how good they should feel together, so Oria pulls Sinclair down onto him so that they can resume kissing while he tries to get used to the hand inside his shirt. ]

[ Sinclair makes a breathless noise as he kisses Oria more firmly as he's pulled down over him. He slides his hand to the side, teasing, a nipple wanting Oria to feel as good as Sinclair does whenever Oria touches him]

[ There's a muffled groan in that kiss as Oria feels the touch. His body tenses as he continues the kiss while holding onto his shoulders. He immediately deepens it again with a tongue trying to go beyond Sinclair's lips--anything to get his mind off how self-conscious he feels. ]

[A jolt goes down his spine at Oria's reaction. He sucks at Oria's tongue, teasing and rubs his thumb over Oria's nipple again.

Pressed this close, Oria can definitely feel Sinclair's growing arousal]

[ He can feel it and that's why he raises his leg, folding his knee so that he can try to rock his upper thigh against Sinclair's arousal. Oria eventually has to break his kiss so that he can breathe properly, panting off to the side. He feels like his head is spinning... ]

Mn-!

[ Sinclair shivers, grinding a little restlessly against Oria's thigh. With the material of the tights being so thin, it kinda feels...

He feels dizzy too, even if it doesn't quite stop him from nuzzling at Oria's jaw, lips trailing over his neck.

He wants to mark...]

[ He tries to grind his thigh harder against Sinclair so that it'll feel good to him too. Oria doesn't like being too much of a pillow queen, if at all. He wants to do something, but if Sinclair wants him to stay still, he can try his best... but no promises.

The way Sinclair nuzzles with his lips trailing over his neck is familiar. ]

You know...

[ He's trying very hard to breathe normally. ]

... I normally wear a scarf, so.

[ He shudders, making a soft breathless noise. It did feel good like that. Maybe too good. His breath hitches at the reminder and he nuzzles more firmly at Oria's throat]

That's right. You do.

[ He sucks hard at Oria's neck, rolling the skin between his teeth. His hand will just keep tracing over Oria's skin, mapping out his chest. He's not expecting Oria to stay still but the thought did drift through his mind once or twice]

Edited 2023-10-08 03:35 (UTC)

[ Oria holds back a sound when Sinclair sucks at his neck and shudders with his eyes shut tight for a brief moment with the hand. The grips on his shoulders move over to Sinclair's back, fingertips pressing into his shoulderblades. ]

[Sinclair leaves a dark little mark along Oria's throat. But he's not done with leaving Oria with just that either. He reaches up to unbutton the first two buttons of Oria's shirt so he can nuzzle lower, kiss and mark just below, along his pulse point, sucking hard again, determined to leave a slightly bigger one]

[ Unfortunately, the first two buttons are all there are. Oria would have to take off the entire top for Sinclair to have more access or he can just shove the entire thing upward. ]

Emil... you really like that, huh?

[ He tries to keep his breathing steady. ]

Tell me... why do you like it so much?

[ Can Sinclair give a clear answer through the haze of his arousal? The thigh hasn't stopped rubbing against him. ]

[He nuzzles at Oria's neck, and glances up. If Oria lets him, he'll shove his shirt right up]

This...?

[He mouths at Oria's neck, trying to think clearly beyond the haze of pleasure and arousal. He wants to keep grinding at Oria's thigh until he finds release. Oria is unfairly distracting]

I like having my mouth on you. [He blushes harder, trying to steady his own breathing]And I like having signs to show this is real.

We're in a game, but this... this is real. Your feelings are real too.

[ The shirt is up all the way, and Oria wouldn't mind it as much if weren't for so much cloth dividing his head from the rest of his body. He can't see shit, so he just takes it off despite feeling even more self-conscious. He still feels like his pride breaks a little, but it's fine, because he can entrust himself to Sinclair. ]

So show me... how much you love me, in this way.

[Sinclair swallows, his heart racing harder than he thought was possible. He's half sitting on Oria's lap, straddling one thigh, so he gets full view of Oria's chest when Oria sheds the shirt off properly. He touches Oria's chest reverently, tracing patterns down over his skin.]

Mm. I'll show you for sure.

[He leans back down to kiss down Oria's neck, finding his way to his clavicle again as he bites and sucks]

I like this...[His hands trail lower, framing Oria's chest, then his waist] This. All of you.

[ It's really hard to believe for Oria, who never really liked himself in this way, only for that problem to be shoved under a rug and never thought about again. But when Sinclair, who is basically the embodiment of sincerity, says it, Oria feels like he can try to slowly accept those words. It will take a long time, he knows, but... it's a step forward when he never wanted to walk down this path due to fear.

The bite and sucking pulls Oria out of those thoughts. He doesn't particularly react well to the bites, but he squirms under Sinclair because of the sucking. That area is littered with markings from Sinclair and he's sure to remember seeing them in the mirror until they fade or gets healed up, but there's no way in hell that he is letting others see these. ]

[ His bites are light and gentle, more of a way for him to decide where he wants to leave a mark but he does notice the difference in reaction. So he takes his time leaving lingering sucks in return, moving a little lower down Oria's chest, sucking hard at a spot just along his chest. He has to pause for moment, panting as he tries to reorient himself. If he goes any further down then--mmm]

Ah...

[ Oria's breathing turns heavy again, but he notices the pause. ]

Emil...? Is there something wrong?

[He's blushing so hard, he feels dizzy all over again. His hands linger on Oria's waist, bracing himself. Pressing a kiss to Oria's chest]

No. Just...needed a minute. How far can I...?

[If he thinks about it too much, he feels like his head will explode. The tips of his ears are very red now, but he wants to make sure he knows where Oria's boundaries still stand.]

Edited 2023-10-08 07:55 (UTC)

[ Even though he implied full permission, Sinclair still pausing to ask where those boundaries clearly stand warms his heart like no other. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest from how fast it's pounding, but he also feels nervous. ]

... You can touch me wherever you want.

[ He swallows. Maybe he wouldn't feel as nervous if maybe he topped first, but they're really going all in and—ah, he feels a little dizzy. ]

Just don't stare too much... and keep your mouth above my waist.

[Sinclair nods, even though part of him thinks it's hard to resist looking - Oria is someone he always wants to look at. But he doesn't want Oria to ever feel uncomfortable. So he shrugs off his own jacket, now too warm to wear, and nuzzles at Oria's neck again, kissing his way down the otherside as he slides his hands down to rub his thumb along Oria's hip]

So this is okay?

[Ah, this is a bit--further than he's gone before, isn't it? He adjusts his position, so Oria can press down against his thigh too if he wants]

[ His own jacket still stays between Oria and the mattress. He took it off with the top earlier, but he didn't bother moving the big jacket away. He still hasnt taken off the leggings yet, and there's a hint of arousal there. Perhaps it would have been better if Oria wasn't feeling so nervous, but it is what it is. It has nothing to do with Sinclair—it's Oria's own problem to deal with. ]

Yeah, that's fine.

[ When he feels Sinclair's thigh against him, he can't help but to softly whine as he meets his hips with the thigh halfway. His breathing gets harsher with each touch. This is a new sensation for him. ]

'Kay--

[He can't help the soft noise that escapes him at Oria's response. It's hot, overwhelming. He kisses down Oria's neck, over his chest, leaving a sucking mark just above another nipple, even as his hands anchor themselves at Oria's hips, supporting him as Sinclair rocks his hips down against Oria's thigh and presses in with his own.

It's all too hot to be wearing all the clothes Sinclair still has on, but he doesn't have the presence of mind to shed much more just yet]

[ Oria swallows and one of his hands leave Sinclair's back to replace his thigh, pressing his hand into Sinclair's hips, tracing over the hardness that he can feel through the pants. The other hand keels itself and his fingertips dig into Sinclair's shoulderblade even more with thr shirt in the way. ]

Ah-

[Sinclair moans, soft and needy as he rocks into that touch. His hand at Oria's hips grip a little harder, and tugs him up more firmly to pull him up close. His thumb traces over the thin material of the leggings and he nuzzles a little more at Oria's chest, shuddering a little]

'really warm now...

[He's hot all over]

Mm. It feels hot...

[ The thumb isn't enough and his hand starts stroking him over the pants, tracing over the outline every now and then. ]

Can I touch you directly?

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