[! That's a good look on Oria. Sinclair likes it. He likes it a lot.
But first things first. He presses little kisses down Oria's neck, soft and gentle and almost shy, pressing a lingering one along his clavicle--but ah, he needs a little bit more leverage, doesn't he?
He pushes Oria back, so they're both half on their sides, and presses his lips to that spot he had picked out. How had Oria done it to leave a mark again...? He closes his eyes and sucks hard, building up slowly. When he's done, he's a little breathless, and maybe a little pleased with himself. He pulls back to check on Oria though--]
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[! That's a good look on Oria. Sinclair likes it. He likes it a lot.
But first things first. He presses little kisses down Oria's neck, soft and gentle and almost shy, pressing a lingering one along his clavicle--but ah, he needs a little bit more leverage, doesn't he?
He pushes Oria back, so they're both half on their sides, and presses his lips to that spot he had picked out. How had Oria done it to leave a mark again...? He closes his eyes and sucks hard, building up slowly. When he's done, he's a little breathless, and maybe a little pleased with himself. He pulls back to check on Oria though--]
...was that okay?