(Catch all) Ominous October Threads
Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another
“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”

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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.
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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]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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[ Oria's breathing turns heavy again, but he notices the pause. ]
Emil...? Is there something wrong?
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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.]
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... 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 andāah, he feels a little dizzy. ]
Just don't stare too much... and keep your mouth above my waist.
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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]
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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. ]
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[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]
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[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]
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[ 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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Yeah. You can.
[He bites his lip and tugs at Oria's leggings gently, leaning up to kiss him deeply]
...can I take these off you?
[ He wont feel bad if Oria doesn't want to of course. But maybe it'd feel nicer for both of them if they didn't have so many clothes in the way]
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Yeah.
[ He doesn't quite take off Sinclair's pants. Instead, his hand slides past the waistband and underwear to stroke Sinclair directly and he does it with a firm grip. ]
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Mn-!
[It feels good, so much better directly like this]
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Just that reaction alone makes Oria want to do more, so he does just that. With the hand at his back, he tries to pull Sinclair upwards so that they can go back to kissing. It's a fervent kiss with Oria wanting to deepen it right away as the hand inside Sinclair's pants strokes even harder and occasionally makes a ghostly trail up with a single finger to try and make it more sensitive and leave Sinclair to wanting more. ]
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Emil...
[ He sounds breathless as he quietly whines his name. ]
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