[Sinclair shudders with the sensations, moving his hand to curl at the nape of Oria's neck, and pull him up to an intent kiss that muffles his moan of approval. He's vaguely aware of how dishevelled Oria has him, but in the heat of the moment, he doesn't really care.
(He might care later, if he makes a mess of his pants because there's no getting around that)]
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(He might care later, if he makes a mess of his pants because there's no getting around that)]