irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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.

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]