dissimulative | irl meetups & phone

[ 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. ]

Mm.

[It shouldn't feel that good to have Oria's hand in his hair like that, but it does. He blinks, a little flushed but he pulls back just a little to check.

Definitely a tease.]

No?

[ Ughhh, be still his heart. The way Sinclair pulled back and just asks him that was ridiculously cute. Oria sighs, but smiles, leaning in to give Sinclair a quick kiss. ]

Emil, you're always restraining yourself. Yeah, I don't like giving up control, but... I wanna see you without them for once. If I think it's too much, then you'll know.

[ Don't worry about that!! Oria will definitely let Sinclair know if he's going too far. ]

[His cheeks flush a little, heat sweeping over his cheeks as he presses back against Oria, a little careful not to jar anything]

Mm...it's a little hard to let go [He'll be honest. Second guessing things is innate. But Oria's words spark something in him] Then if you promise to tell me...

[Sinclair kisses Oria again, heated and hard, lips moving against his a little more aggressively than last time]

I promise--

[ Oh.

If the cutoff worries Sinclair and tries to break the kiss, Oria won't let that happen. The hand that's in Sinclair's hair tries to keep his head there as he returns the kiss with just as much energy that Sinclair puts in. ]

[Oh, that feels--

Sinclair's lips move against Oria's eagerly, slow and hot as he nips at Oria's lips in turn to get him to part his lips. His hand curls at the nape of Oria's neck, fingers curling against his hair. It's strange what it's like, now that he has explicit permission to keep going forward]

[ Oria parts his lips, but he tries to take initiative in getting his tongue there first. He's really curious to see what Sinclair will do and honestly, feeling wanted like this so eagerly and earnestly is incredibly attractive on Sinclair to Oria. ]

[ This time, Sinclair is the one to pull back, break the kiss with a teasing nip to Oria's lip, but then he's kissing Oria again, licking into his mouth once more.

He's a fast learner. And Oria wanting him this much is still overwhelming]

[ Oria is sure that he can show Sinclair in many ways that he wants him a lot, but are they ready for it? He'll think on that when it comes down to it, so he continues to match Sinclair's energy into the kiss as he returns them with his tongue trying to push Sinclair's back. This isn't a sign of rejection, but rather Oria wants to see how Sinclair will push back against this. ]

[ Oria might have flipped a switch in Sinclair because he responds to that just as eagerly. His fingers curl a little harder against Oria's hair as tugs him closer, sucking at Oria's tongue in turn and then he's pressing back with his own tongue, sliding it along Oria's]

[ This is a lot better than he hoped for. He feels Sinclair's fingers in his hair and tries not to make a sound, since his reaction was really hot to see and feel for himself. Sinclair being confident like he knows what he's doing is very, very attractive to Oria.

But still, he returns the kiss just as much, tongue meeting tongue until he withdraws and breaks the kiss. They're not very far away, and Oria's breathing is a little heavy. ]

[ Sinclair lays there for a moment, panting softly, fingers still curled in Oria's hair.]

Oria...

[He leans in nuzzling at Oria's jaw, still flushed]

Hm? What is it, Emil?

[ Oria almost coos when Sinclair says his name, running his fingers through his hair again. ]

Mm... I've forgotten.

[He kisses Oria's jaw, nipping playfully]

I'm just happy...

[ That he's here, with Oria against every odd in the world. ]

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Yeah? I'm really happy too.

[ Warmth blooms in his chest when he sees Sinclair so happy and wanting to be with him. It almost feels like a good blessing.

Oria leans in to kiss Sinclair again, wanting Sinclair to continue with what he was doing before, but this time as he kisses him, the hand in his hair slowly pulls away and relocates itself on Sinclair's side, slowly and gently sliding down over his clothes. ]

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