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Time to touch some grass.

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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. ]

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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]

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[ 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. ]

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[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]

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[ 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. ]

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[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]

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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...?

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[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]

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[ 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. ]

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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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[ Ah.

Feeling Sinclair react like this really makes him want to go further, but he knows that he can't. He knows that they shouldn't--at least, not right now. His fingers curl in Sinclair's hair, his hold tightening just a bit.

Oria makes smaller kisses up Sinclair's neck, careful not to leave any marks and quietly breathes out when he's right next to his ear. His voice is breathy and low when he opens his mouth to speak: ]

Did that feel good, Emil...?

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[He's blushing all over again when Oria's voice ghosts over his ear. Each kiss leaves a warm impression on his skin that he can't help but react to and his fingers tighten a little against Oria's.]

It...did.

[He tilts his head a little, lips brushing softly against Oria's jaw, feather soft. His eyes can't help but be drawn to the curve of Oria's neck - he really wants, maybe, would it be]

Can I also mark you?

[It's ok if Oria doesn't want to. But he wants to try at least once]

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[ Sinclair is so cute with the way he kisses his jaw so softly and how Oria notices that his gaze falls onto the neck. Is this a bad idea? Possibly. But it's not like he hasn't done this before and since Sinclair is actually asking if he can do something like this, of course Oria will want to oblige. However, he is wearing something like a boatneck with his outfit and this is what he usually wears, so. Hm. He can just say "fuck it" to his usual fashion for a while and wear something like a t-shirt at home, and he'll just wear business casual during meetings or suits, so that shouldn't be a problem... He can put makeup over it or something. ]

Maybe not here [ he gestures to the crook of his own neck ], but a place that's a little more discreet.

[ He's a little sorry that Sinclair can't get the same spot, but they need to compromise about this. ]

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Hmm...

[He looks up at Oria with darkened eyes and then his gaze drops down to Oria's neck again as he slides his hand down over Oria's chest, pausing under the line of his clavicle. If Oria moves his jacket, it can be covered up a little]

Then is here okay?

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[ His breath almost hitches when he feels Sinclair's hand slide down. His face turns a little red too, for once, and his fingers tighten in Sinclair's hair even more. ]

... Yeah, that's... fine.

[ Help. He's not used to feeling like this. ]

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Then...

[! 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?

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—Ah.

[ He didn't mean to let that out, but it was a quiet sound when he felt Sinclair sucking at his skin. He's had hickeys before, but at that particular spot? Never. His entire body tensed up too.

His face flares with the red color and he's so very intensely embarrassed about it. ]

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[When Oria is blushing like that, Sinclair can't help but blush too. Help. Especially when he looks down at Oria's chest and--hm. Oh...that's a bit...

His brain isn't working right now.

He reaches up to cup Oria's cheek. His skin feels warm]

Or...was it not good?

[fluster fluster]

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[ Oria smiles and nuzzles a little into Sinclair's hand. ]

It felt good... a little too good.

[ He laughs a little, out of slight shyness. ]

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Oh...

[He had wanted that--but he also hadn't intended that either. He feels dizzy. So he scoots a little closer, to bump their foreheads together, still cupping Oria's cheek. He's more than a little overwhelmed now. And embarrassed]

...for me too.

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Hehe... you're so warm, Emil. My heart was beating so fast.

[ He usually wouldn't admit that, but here he is. ]

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[How is it that Oria's honesty sends his heart racing all over again. He nods little, their noses practically touching. He presses a hand to Oria's chest just to feel In a soft voice that he's not sure he wants Oria to hear just yet]

Mm...that's how I feel with you all the time.

[is it too much? But he's always warm with Oria. And his heart is almost always racing with him]

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I'm happy to hear that you feel that way with me, but give your heart a little break, would you?

[ He lightly bumps their noses together in the form of an eskimo kiss. Though the hand at his chest will feel Oria's heart beating just as fast. ]

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[That gets him to grin a little and laugh softly, eyes sliding shut for a moment. He can calm his heart. Sometimes]

Mmm...I can try.

[It's easier when he knows Oria is feeling the same way]

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It's nice, seeing you so happy... with me.

[ It feels like he's enough, even if he hasn't told Sinclair everything about himself. Sinclair is full of sincerity that is a lot more straightforward than his own, and it looks like he needed that. ]

Remember when I said my type was someone who can keep up with me?

[ He quietly sighs, smiling as he closes his eyes. ]

I haven't had to make an exception for you. You can absolutely keep up with me.