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... Mm. If that's what you want, then... I'll support you. No more getting rammed with feet though.

[ He briefly squeezes Sinclair in his hold and the hands that are still together. ]

Gonna make them wish they've never been born.

I'll get better with watching myself. I don't see it as something for 'forever'. Just so I can get stronger. [And maybe he's gotten too used to tanking. He'll have to think about that. He presses a kiss to Oria's neck, just at his pulse point] And you need to avoid getting shot.

[He can't believe he's the one getting scolded when Oria's the more injured one between the two of them. He lets his thoughts linger on the last part. That sure is ambiguous]

Them?

The ones who hurt you. I don't doubt that you'll get stronger. Maybe I'll eventually hire you as my bodyguard.

[ He huffs, breathing out slowly when he feels the kiss on his neck. ]

And look, I'm doing my best to avoid the worst outcomes and now you want me to dodge bullets in real life? Those are really some expectations you're putting on me.

[ He laughs a little. ]

Don't do anything that would get you more hurt. [He doesn't want that, not for his sake] You think being a bodyguard is in my future?

[He doesn't mind the thought, if it keeps him close to Oria. He presses another little kiss there over the same spot]

If it's you, 'm sure you can learn...though, avoiding people who want to shoot you would be nice.

[Or just bullet proof clothing??? Sinclair's trench coat isn't just for show]

[ He might start looking into bulletproof clothing in the future, because being injured like this is such a hassle. Can't do anything if they target his head though. ]

... just who do you think I am? Some superhero?

[ Sinclair, please. Dodging bullets is too hard. Maybe in a game, but real life? Nah, bro.

But he briefly tenses a little when he feels the kiss again. ]

It can be your future if you're not constantly distracted by me.

[ hehe. ]

[Sinclair laughs. He knows thats impossible in reality, but it is funny to imagine Oria getting mad enough to break real life physics.

Maybe he can get Oria a vest from work. That shouldn't be too bad, right? When Oria tenses, he pulls back a little to check his expression - was that too much?]

What do you mean? Wouldn't that just be your fault then?

Fiiine, I'm so sorry that you are charmed by my good looks and personality even when I'm doing nothing at all and getting you distracted from work, Emil.

[ Please. Though Oria seems fine regarding the kiss and looks down at Sinclair, grinning. ]

[ Hmmm... He'll tuck his head back against Oria's neck and kiss that spot again]

That's not true. You'd definitely be doing something on purpose.

[ Because Oria was that type of person ]

I can't believe you would accuse me—

[ It was in playful jest, but he ends up squirming a little. ]

Haha... that tickles.

Does it? Sorry.

[Sinclair will Remember that. But Oria is very injured and he doesn't want him squirming. So he'll be Good]

I doubt that.

[ Oria kisses the top of Sinclair's head. ]

But I'll try to believe you this time.

Only this time?

[ That's so rude. But he'll behave. Even if it itches at him, the urge to keep kissing to make sure Oria was real and alive]

Mm. Kissing fiend.

[ He says with a lot of fondness, bringing up his hand that was on Sinclair's back to caress his face and tilt his head upward so that he can kiss him. ]

Edited (Wtf typo) 2023-09-15 20:28 (UTC)

Only for you.

[ Sometimes he doesn't know what to do with all the love he has. Kissing though? Kissing helps. He closes his eyes and kisses Oria back, intent and sure]

[ Oria breaks the kiss, but doesn't go too far before resuming it. There will be many more kisses to come if Oria can help it, but for now, they're chaste and short. ]

Want more?

[Maybe too short. Sinclair curls his fingers against Oria's shirt and nods]

I do. But you're injured...

[ so he doesn't want to do anything that will aggravate it]

You are too.

[ Oria looks a little mischievous. ]

But I feel like I won't get the chance to feel you like this in-person all that much, and...

[ His voice trails off. He almost died several times just this week alone. There's always the possibility of something happening, even tomorrow. He'll never know.

And that's why Oria's next kiss is a little less gentle. He doesn't want to regret anything. ]

Only a little.

[He swallows and nods . Mithrun had almost died, Oria had almost died. He's always been keenly aware of the mortality of the people around him but today, more than any other day, it presses down around him. Suffocating.]

Then you should keep touching me.

[It doesn't matter that the next kiss isn't gentle. He's greedy for it, welcoming every kiss, every touch Oria wants to give him]

Even though I'm injured?

[ Oria smiles and kisses him again and again, his hand in Sinclair's with a firm grip to tell him that he's there, and he won't leave him. ]

[It anchors him in the moment, reminding him how real this is]

Mm. You know your limits.

[ He kisses Oria a little harder, a little more with intent. More ]

[ Yeah, he's pretty sure bleeding from a supposed closed injury while making out isn't really all that hot when they're not even fighting anyway.

When Sinclair presses the kiss harder, Oria responds in kind, pressing in, almost needy. Sinclair is right here with him, and he honestly doesn't know when a chance like this could happen again. If anything, he's very sure that he'll have to stay home for quite a while due to the attempts. If he lets this chance go, when will it ever return? The hand on Sinclair's cheek moves over to his hair, gently carding through it as he deepens the kiss. ]

[That's why Sinclair tries to hold himself still, letting Oria set the pace, move as he likes. It's harder than he thought it would be, as his fingers curl harder against Oria's shirt, and he welcomes those kisses, drinking in every moment, his lips parting for him. Tomorrow, he'll have to go home. Maybe then, things will be fixed, and they can safely log on to meet from a distance. But he doesn't want to lose this either]

[ The kiss deepens with tongue in there, gentle in its exploration of Sinclair's mouth real time in real life. It slides against Sinclair's tongue as well briefly as if teasing before pushing against it with his own. When he draws Sinclair's tongue towards himself, he bites on the tip of it a little before letting go and sucking on his bottom lip. ]

[Sinclair makes a soft noise, his breath catching in his throat. That was--Mm.

He brushes his free hand against Oria's cheek, and in the moment Oria pulls back to catch his breath, Sinclair is pressing forward again, licking into his mouth with soft swipes of his tongue. This is real. He wants this to last. It's nothing like their time at the game hotel--he feels genuinely needy now]

[ His hold on Sinclair's hair tightens a little when Sinclair goes for another kiss and his tongue goes to meet Sinclair's again. But when Sinclair continues to press forward, Oria closes his mouth with a small kiss at the end of Sinclair's tongue.

Tease. ]

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