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[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.]

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[ 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?

[Sinclair swallows and nods, rocking into Oria's hand again. It's strange to think they still hadn't seen each other entirely naked and they still]

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]

[ He quietly breathes out. ]

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. ]

[Sinclair pulls the leggings down to Oria's knees, letting Oria kick the rest of it off. He's even more nervous now, but some of the nerves are lost when Oria strokes him directly. He moans, squeezing harder at Oria's hip, as he bucks into Oria's hand greedily ]

Mn-!

[It feels good, so much better directly like this]

[ Oh.

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. ]

[ It doesn't take much to coax Sinclair back up to kiss Oria deeply. He's a little more eager, a little harder than what he normally be, with how Oria drives him a little wild by teasing at his erection like that. He rocks his hips forward, pressing his thigh between Oria's legs to rub pointedly as he squeezes at Oria's hip a bit more to pull him up as close as possible]

[ With the thigh between his legs pressing in, Oria ends up breaking the kiss, breathing heavily and holding back soft sounds. It feels good, but he wants Sinclair to feel even better, so his grip firmly strokes Sinclair faster and occasionally brushes his thumb over the tip. ]

Emil...

[ He sounds breathless as he quietly whines his name. ]

Ah-

[Sinclair cries out softly, his hips jerking restlessly as Oria's thumb slides over the tip of his erection. He flushes all over to hear his name like that from Oria's lips and he presses needy kisses to Oria's neck. He slides a hand up, teasing at a nipple while the other squeezes at Oria's hip, a little over his ass. Can he touch Oria directly too or...]

Oria...

[ If he isn't sure, he can always ask! Oria did give him blanket permission though, so he's free to do whatever he wants except stare too hard or having his mouth below the waist. Though he's a little startled when the hand starts going towards the back and lightly bucks his hips in response. His neck is going to look like a mess after this, isn't it? But that's just about the consequences that he expects, so that's why he's more than fine letting Sinclair do what he wants. There's a small gasp escaping his mouth from where the other hand goes, but he keeps trying to drive Sinclair over the edge with his strokes. ]

Oria...

[ Sinclair shudders with very stroke, rocking in into Oria's hand needily. It's very hard to think like this at all, so his hands slides down to curl around Oria's cock as well]

[ His breath hitches and his legs squirm, moving about until the legs rub against Sinclair's sides since the leggings are completely off. Being touched there feels so strange and he's trying his best to keep his head on straight, but he really can't. He lets out a strained moan because he can't hold back the sounds. They've gotten too much for him to handle. Instead of telling Sinclair what to do, he uses the heels that are at Sinclair's lower back to push him against his own hips regardless of the hands that are in the way. Oria eventually removes his hand and replaces the heels to push Sinclair further onto himself. ]

[Sinclair moans and strokes Oria a bit more firmly, steadily as he presses down against him. He presses up against Oria, half-wishing he could feel his skin through his clothes, but he keeps moving restlessly, stroking Oria's cock and nuzzling into his neck to muffle his own moans. He's so dizzy with all these sensations and heat. It's almost too much and his breathing grows more and more ragged as they move]

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