irl meetups & phone

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Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[ It feels like an entirely new level of vulnerability to have his skin pressed onto someone else who still has their clothes on. Even with the shirt unbuttoned halfway through, he does his best to believe in Sinclair's words and shifts his body a little so that he can adjust their position with Oria getting a little lower to give kisses down Sinclair's neck and then sucks hard at the crook to leave a mark while still palming his hips and the movements are rougher this time. ]

[insinning]

Ah--

[The moan Sinclair gives is a little louder this time, drawn out with a rough gasp. If Oria kept doing that, kept touching him like that--

He nuzzles at Oria's hair, fingers digging into Oria's shoulder blades as he arches up a little, chasing that touch, skin heated all over. It's too hot even for his shirt now, and he fumbles a bit for the last of the buttons so Oria can push it off]

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[ 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: ]

I love you.

[insinning]

Oria--

[Those words resonate somewhere deep in his heart and his breath hitches. Flustered, he pulls Oria tighter down against him, mouthing at the bare slope of his shoulder and sucking hard, leaving his own mark. It's a combination of those words, the heat of Oria's body and Oria's hand at his erection that has him shuddering, panting as he comes undone against him]

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[ Oria seems satisfied when Sinclair finishes and with an additional mark to worry about. He shifts a little so that he can give Sinclair a small kiss. ]

I'm glad it felt good.

[insinning]

[It takes a moment for awareness to sink back into Sinclair, and he tilts his head into that kiss. He rubs his hands gently over Oria's shoulders as he holds him close, pressing his nose against his neck. He feels like he should be embarrassed - he is, indeed, a little embarrassed - but mostly he feels happy]

Mm...I want you to feel good next time.

[He's mindful of Oria's wound and Oria's anxieties. Maybe one day Oria will let him look without worrying. He presses another kiss to Oria's jaw]

After all, I love you too.

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[ Sinclair being so sincere makes a certain feeling well up inside Oria, having him smile from ear to ear. They can clean up later, but for now, he wants to bask in the happiness with Sinclair. Even in this ever fleeting happiness, it's still real—it's real to him. ]