[ It's just a sweater vest. But his pulse still quickens as he pulls it off and drops it behind him. Then he's pressing back in again, his breath catching as Oria's hand presses against his skin. No one's ever touched him like this and he prickles with awareness of it all. His fingers curl against Oria's shirt and he presses his lips to Oria's neck, nipping lightly]
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[ It's just a sweater vest. But his pulse still quickens as he pulls it off and drops it behind him. Then he's pressing back in again, his breath catching as Oria's hand presses against his skin. No one's ever touched him like this and he prickles with awareness of it all. His fingers curl against Oria's shirt and he presses his lips to Oria's neck, nipping lightly]