(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

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

“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.”

Comments

[insinning]

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]

[dissimulative]

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?

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[ 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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

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...

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[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]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria bucks his hips to try and get more friction between their hips even though Sinclair's hand is doing so much work already. Both of his hands go up to Sinclair's shoulderblades and claw, digging the nails into the shirt and skin. He keeps trying to hold back any and all sounds, but some leak out as whines. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair presses Oria even harder into the bed, rocking their hips together even as he strokes over Oria again and again. Every noise that Oria makes, the way he digs his fingers against his shoulders--He writhes against him, panting soft little moans against Oria's skin, heat winding up in him so tightly, that--]

Oria--

[Climax hits him slow, but hard, and he shudders against Oria as it washes over him]

[dissimulative]

[ He has been holding back so much, but finally lets himself go as he also reaches climax. He's breathing heavily as he tries to come down from the brief moment of euphoria and sometimes he feels like he can see stars. His fingers no longer try to dig into Sinclair's shoulderblades but Oria still find himself clinging onto Sinclair regardless. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair pants harshly against Oria's neck, feeling the tension in him ebb and fade. They're both horribly messy, but Sinclair's clothes are especially a mess. He can't bring himself to mind though, as he snuggles against Oria stubbornly to enjoy the warmth of the afterglow]

[dissimulative]

[ Most of what fills Oria's mind right now is how gross this feels. He really hates slimy things, but his mind is also in a daze right now so he tries to relax against Sinclair while trying to control his breathing. ]

It's so messy...

[ He mumbles and whines a little. ]

[insinning]

[ Oria whining like this just makes Sinclair laugh. Most unromantic boyfriend...]

Did you want to shower first this time?

[Most of Sinclair's mess is at least contained in his clothes...which need to be washed again rip]

[dissimulative]

[ give him a break! this dick thing is difficult--

But it does make Oria wonder... hm. He'll definitely get better about stamina later on, but wow. A whole new world. ]

Mm... yeah, I will.

[ He doesn't make any movement to get up though. ]

I bet my neck is a mess that not even my scarf can cover.

[insinning]

[ Ah. Aaaahhh. Looking at Oria's neck now and um. Ummm]

I'll get you a potion?

[dissimulative]

I'll just drink some tea and it'll be gone... maybe.

[ He's not sure if potions will work or if he's just doomed to it for weeks.

Either way, that sure was a bad decision in the throes of lovemaking. Oria feels like he understands why they get made in the moment despite them being so bad.

Oria wraps his arms around Sinclair. ]

I'll wear something different.

[insinning]

[Just. Covering his face a little as he lets Oria cuddle him. Aaaah. He doesn't entirely regret it but he also. Hm.]

That. Might help.

[dissimulative]

Ahh, if only I could have actual makeup from back home, then I can hide it for real.

[ He knows how to use makeup for these things... even if it isn't because of hickeys in general, but Sinclair is free to think that way if he wants. ]

[insinning]

Is that what you always do?

[Aaaah is that what happened last time too? Oh. No]