[ With the last of the buttons off, Oria pushes the shirt so that it's loosely off Sinclair's shoulder and resumes giving those small kisses, marking Sinclair as he goes down, leaving small red marks in his wake on the skin.
The way Sinclair arches and the sounds he makes—Oria wants to make Sinclair feel good, and perhaps lose his mind in the process (but in a good way). His hand is rougher over Sinclair's pants, pressing deep, hard, and gets faster with passing time.
He lifts his head and goes to kiss Sinclair's ear, whispering: ]
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The way Sinclair arches and the sounds he makes—Oria wants to make Sinclair feel good, and perhaps lose his mind in the process (but in a good way). His hand is rougher over Sinclair's pants, pressing deep, hard, and gets faster with passing time.
He lifts his head and goes to kiss Sinclair's ear, whispering: ]
I love you.