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[ 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. ]

Mm.

[It's not hard at all to coax Sinclair into kissing Oria intently again, licking into his mouth with slow swipes of his tongue and tugging lightly at Oria's hair, to keep him close. His other hand stays linked with Oria's, entirely unwilling to let go any time soon.]

[ Oria briefly squeezes his hand as he returns the favor, tongue meeting tongue once more. Once that hand slides down to the hem, his thumb sneaks under the clothes to lightly brush over his skin. ]

[This time, the reaction Sinclair gives is more of a shiver, a tiny noise lost between their lips as he sucks at Oria's tongue. He realises he doesn't mind at all if Oria wanted to touch him more there. He shifts, sliding his leg forward to tangle their legs together. He can't touch Oria the same way - not without jostling Oria's wound - but he can at least do this]

[ The shiver makes Oria want to do more, but he first ends the kiss by gradually closing his mouth and finishing with a peck to the lips. ]

Is this okay?

[ By that, as if to remind Sinclair, Oria's thumb brushes up a little higher on his skin. ]

Yeah, it's fine.

[Sinclair shivers again, but he gives tiny little nod, cheeks flushing hard. It's one thing to be making out with Oria intently. It's a new level of dizzying to feel Oria's palm against his bare skin. He hesitates and drops his hands to tug at the hem of his sweater meaningfully. ]

Should I...?

[Take it off? He's already warm enough and maybe it'd make it easier for both of them]

Only if you want to.

[ He won't force Sinclair. They can go slow. It's just a sweater vest. Sinclair has a button up under it. So it's fine. It'll be fine.

Oria actually feels nervous. This isn't his first time touching someone under their shirt and yet...

But he slides his hand under the shirt now. It's so warm. ]

Mm.

[ It's just a sweater vest. But his pulse still quickens as he pulls it off and drops it behind him. Then he's pressing back in again, his breath catching as Oria's hand presses against his skin. No one's ever touched him like this and he prickles with awareness of it all. His fingers curl against Oria's shirt and he presses his lips to Oria's neck, nipping lightly]

[ The nipping feels nice, but it's only because Sinclair is doing it.

But Oria shifts his hand upwards a little, feeling the bandages around Sinclair's torso. Oria also has bandages around his own torso, but they're thicker than the usual bandages. His own stomach area was shot, but he barely managed to avoid getting shot in the vitals or any internal organ. Still, everything hurts when he's not on pain medication.

He feels the old scars on Sinclair's body as his hand starts moving around to his back. Whoever hurt him, he'll make them pay if he ever finds out who they are. ]

... you're worrying again.

[ Sinclair murmurs against Oria's neck, trying to contain another shiver when Oria's hand moves over his side - he's ticklish, even now - but mostly he's just aware of how warm Oria's hand is against his skin. His own bandages are much thinner - he wasn't downplaying their purpose. It really was just to keep his injuries from getting aggravated. They're probably ready to come off though]

[ Oria is surprised for a moment. He didn't expect to be called out so easily and it makes him laugh a little. ]

I can't believe you can just tell without even looking at my face. Also, your bandages are about to become undone. Let's get you some fresh ones after, okay?

[ He kisses the top of Sinclair's head as his hand moves further to the center of his back where a finger trails down his spine very softly. ]

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It was the way you were touching me.

[He nuzzles back into Oria's neck, his breath catching as Oria's finger trails down his spine. His hands tighten against Oria's shoulders briefly]

Mm. Okay. Might not need any fresh ones after...

[It should be healed?]

Still.

[ Don't fight him on this, is what Oria's tone seems to say as his thumb brushes the skin of Sinclair's back while slowly moving its way back up his spine. He whispers to Sinclair, though he can't be too close to his ear due to their positions, but he's trying-- ]

Does that feel good?

[ Sinclair's cheeks redden and he bites his lip]

It's nice. Keep going....

[He says, voice still soft as he smears kisses along Oria's neck. It feels nice. And he wants to touch Oria like that too, and make him feel good too. His fingers curl at Oria's shirt restlessly]

[ Honestly, Oria is doing his best to hold himself back. He promised to go slow for Sinclair. He doesn't want to overwhelm him right off the bat. It's good to enjoy things as you go, but... Oria is starting to feel impatient.

But just to tease Sinclair some more, his hand wanders back to the waistband of his pants with his finger crooking past it for a split second before his hand moves back up his side. ]

Edited 2023-09-16 23:02 (UTC)

[ That draws a gasp out of Sinclair]

Oria--

[ Mean?? It makes Sinclair want to leave another mark on Oria, since the last one had long faded. He slides his hand down very carefully, almost too gentle for Oria to feel as he tugs at the hem of Oria's shirt]

Can I?

... Yeah.

[ Again, the fact that Oria will let Sinclair know that if he's going too far for his comfort is there, but he's still tense. He's nervous. His hand comes back out of Sinclair's shirt and he uses it to wrap that arm around Sinclair's back to hold him very close. ]

[ Sinclair swallows a little. He's nervous too. Still, his hand doesn't shake as they brush over the bandages. Careful. Gentle. No jostling anything that can be hurt. When he finds himself touching warm skin, he exhales softly, sliding his palm up to rest against Oria's chest. Feeling his heart beat.]

[ That sure is a place that no one touched before. His arm that's wrapped around Sinclair tenses and its hold on him tightens. Though, the heart beat that Sinclair can feel with his hand is beating very fast. He feels like the anxiety will be the end of him, and it's weird feeling this way, because he always calms himself down. He has to be. No being flustered, no panicking--nothing.

His legs shift, rubbing themselves against Sinclair's since they're tangled in each other. ]

[ Oh. Oria's heart racing only feeds into his own, and he nuzzles again, pressing a kiss to Oria's pulse point as he slides his hand further along Oria's chest, palming over heated skin, his thumb brushing over a nipple. His own cheeks go red but he wants to keep touching, wants to show Oria how much he wants him.]

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