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I'm gonna wipe that smug look off your face!

[ Sinclair is right.

Oria gets worse. He starts forgetting the inputs for his own combos so he misses various windows to stun lock and probably gets punished badly for those mistakes. ]

What smug look?

[Him? Emil Sinclair? Smug?

But also, he's going to take advantage of Oria's temporary fit of weakness and happily crush Necro into the ground some more. Hah.

Stupid static stretchy man!! Die die die]

[ In the face of normal conflict, Oria always pays it back tenfold. That's how his vindictive personality always worked against people that he didn't respect.

However, an exception can be made for Emil Sinclair when Oria loses twice in a row to pull him by the collar to kiss him. The snack? Probably long gone. Sinclair still tastes like strawberries, especially when he licks his lips in the middle of the kiss. ]

[That's one way to short-circuit Sinclair's winning streak. He makes a noise--not a protest--and his lips part instinctively.

It's just chemicals in reaction. The game is forgotten for now]

[ Oria lets go of the controller. He could take his chance with the parted lips. It would be so easy, but he breaks the kiss and looks at Sinclair, kissing him on the nose too. ]

You're so full of openings.

[Sinclair blinks...and just curls his fingers against Oria's shirt to stop him from escaping. His heart wont stop racing like this]

And you're just too competitive.

[Kissing Oria again and licking his lips this time. He can be a fast learner when he wants to be]</small.

[ Ah.

Oria is always on the end to start these things, so what he doesn't expect is when Sinclair initiates it, and even licks his lips. In fact, he's so surprised that his mouth just gapes a little in shock. Hello?? Who is this??? ]

[Sinclair has been watching. And learning. All day. And before that. Oria only has himself to blame for this.

Especially since Oria's the one who did that last time, online or not.

So he'll just lick a little into Oria's mouth, just a tease--]

[And then he's pulling back. His cheeks are still flushed, but he's smiling now. Who is full of openings now, Oria.]

--the icecream's finished freezing again, right?

[Can he make his escape before Oria reboots]

[ Sinclair cannot, because unfortunately for him, Oria does not require a full reboot time from having Sinclair initiate anything. The way Sinclair smiles in what Oria views to be as confidence, really triggers something inside him. It was incredibly attractive and like hell he'd let go of that so soon.

That's why he doesn't let Sinclair escape and he takes his wrists to pin them on the mattress on both sides. Oria looms over, the rest of his body not making any physical contact with Sinclair's... for now, except the hands on his wrists. ]

Gotcha.

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[Sinclair blinks as he finds himself staring back up at Oria and the ceiling behind him.

He honestly wasn't expecting Oria to move that quickly. How?? ]

Ah. You got me.

[His heart is definitely racing now, but this time he's feeling particularly stubborn. It probably helps this is like, the second time Oria's put him in this position. Hm.]

Are you just going to tease me again?

I can.

[ And by his words, Oria kisses Sinclair's forehead, but doesn't back up enough so that he can continue the little kisses down to the corner of his eye, then down to his cheek, his nose... he pauses when it's the lips' turn and eyes Sinclair with a hint of mischief as he quietens his voice to thr level of a whisper: ]

But I don't think you'd like that very much.

[His breath hitches a little and he presses up a little against Oria's grip against his wrist, another flush rising to his cheeks. But after today, it's hard not to notice how much Oria does like him, the care he takes, even with all the teasing involved. It makes it easier to stop overthinking every little thing, for the moment and just go with it.]

Mn. I might get annoyed.

I know. You're really so cute that I can't help it. But you did win, so you're allowed to indulge this time.

[ He has a very fond look in his blue eyes as he starts the kiss off gently and lightly nibbles on the bottom lip with a small, gentle tug from his lips and a very small portion of his teeth. ]

[ That gets a tiny huff and a smile from Sinclair, and he melts into the bed, his fingers flexing against the sheets]

So now this is a reward?

[ He tilts his head up a little, willing Oria to deepen the kiss]

It can if you want it to be.

[ With the slight head tilt, Oria deepens the kiss, taking it slow and a lot more gentle than last time. His tongue slips past the lips to lick Sinclair's and he presses into the kiss, because he wants more. ]

Mn.

[ Oh...This is...nice. Much nicer than last time.

He's responsive into the kiss, pressing up as he welcomes it. It's a tiny jolt down his spine that makes him shiver, and he slides his tongue along Oria's in turn. He wants more too]

[ Oh.

He notices the shiver and that motivates Oria to try more. He keeps the deepened kiss, pressing their lips longer until he feels needy, but he holds himself back from devouring him on the spot. Not yet. Not yet.

He lets go of one of Sinclair's wrists so that he can gently run his fingers through Sinclair's blond hair. ]

[It takes a second for Sinclair to realise his wrist is free. But as soon as he does, he's reaching up and curling his fingers at the base of Oria's neck, tugging Oria down a little firmly as he presses up. Some part of him, obscure and seemingly out of reach, begins to feel a little impatient, but the hand in his hair melts him--that's really nice too]

[ The hand that pins Sinclair's remaining wrist scoots itself upwards so that the fingers can interlace with Sinclair's. It's an intimate gesture, one that Oria is sure that Sinclair would like, as he finally breaks the kiss. He's panting a little, but his gaze is very much focused on him before he leans in to kiss his cheek, then chin, and finally, down to the pulse point of his neck. ]

[Sinclair is flushed and panting a little himself when Oria pulls back. He squeezes at Oria's hand in turn, and wow, he really can't slow the racing of his heart, huh? Not when Oria does little affectionate gestures like these. He tips his head back a little, tugging at Oria's neck a little more in encouragement. He wants more in a way he can't quite work out how to vocalise just yet]

Hey...

[ Because Oria is insanely self-conscious if it has to be done on himself, he has to ask Sinclair. It's only fair. ]

Where can I mark you...?

[What a question to ask Sinclair when he's already in a daze. He has to think about that for a moment. The collar of his work coat was high, but his shirt collar didn't really--]

Here is fine.

[He taps a little at the curve of his own neck, where it would easily be covered up when he goes to work. His heart sure is racing again.

At least the collar of his turtleneck is quite loose and easy to tug down]

[ He looks over at Sinclair with affection as he gives a quick peck on the cheek to thank him for allowing this. Oria hooks his finger into the collar of the turtleneck and tugs, finding it a lot easier than expected. He tugs it a little more, and he kisses the crook of his neck and sucks hard, then lightly grazes his teeth over the spot. ]

Nn.

[Sinclair makes a soft, breathless little noise for that, a sudden jolt jumping all the way down his spine. He shivers in earnest, tugging Oria down a little more firmly against him. That had felt good, unexpectedly ao]

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