[It's different to see Oria like this, pinning him down roughly. It's not the first time, but it's the first time Oria's done it with a clear mind and intent that sends shivers down Sinclair's spine. The hand at the front of his pants draws out a soft little noise]
Mn-!
[And he quickly presses his free hand to his mouth to muffle the sound, flushing again. He hadn't expected it to feel that good. He tilts his head to the side, an open implicit offer for Oria to mark him wherever he likes]
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Mn-!
[And he quickly presses his free hand to his mouth to muffle the sound, flushing again. He hadn't expected it to feel that good. He tilts his head to the side, an open implicit offer for Oria to mark him wherever he likes]