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[ 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.]

[ They can be tomatoheads together. Oria's face is absolutely red now, especially after he feels Sinclair's thumb and he lets out a small, restrained sound. Just that alone makes breathing difficult and his leg slides between Sinclair's in an attempt to feel more secure, but oops. It's gone further than he expected. ]

Ah--

[This is.

Why is Oria's leg pressing against him like that--Sinclair's breath hitches and he makes a very quiet noise. He shifts a little, his hips pressing a little more against Oria's thigh as he rubs his thumb over his nipple again. Then his hand moves away to palm over Oria's back, still exploring]

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[ Oria shakily breathes out and his head feels like it's spinning from so much that's happening at once. What is happening-- ]

E-Emil--wait. Sorry. I...

[ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa ]

[Sinclair pauses in his movements, bright red himself. Ah, what was he doing--]

No, I-I'm the one that's--

[ But how does he move now?? Aaaaaaaa]

[ Oria pulls Sinclair's head up so that he can kiss him to cut that sentence off tyvm. ]

Shush. Touch me all you want, but above my waist. That's my only condition.

[ He probably shouldn't like Oria pulling him up like that this much but he does. He goes quiet into the kiss, soft
and breathless]

Okay...

[With that assurance , Sinclair remembers how to move his hands again, sliding them over Oria's shoulders and then back over his chest. He tilts his head in for another kiss, his skin more heated than he thought possible]

[ His heart continues to beat very fast, and it's something Sinclair can definitely feel if he presses his palm over where the heart should be. There's a problem now, since he's not sure how far he's allowed to touch Sinclair. He'll cross the bridge when it comes to it, but the way he reacted earlier in response against his thigh was was hot. He can't deny that.

Oria returns the kiss, immediately deepening it with a tongue that tries to slide past Sinclair's lips as he grasps onto the back of Sinclair's shirt. ]

[ The answer to that is that Sinclair wouldn't mind being touched anywhere

Sinclair moans into the kiss, soft and approving as he trace back over Oria's chest, feeling his heart beat and then over a nipple again. He can't go below Oria's waist but he can touch here. He wants Oria to feel good]

[ Oria feels his breathing getting heavier and he's awfully self-conscious about where his legs go now, but he can't help it. He shifts one of them upwards again because he feels like he has to move something for him to handle this sort of vulnerability. ]

[This is a lot already. Sinclair feels dizzy with his own arousal, the heat of Oria's skin beneath his hand. Unbidden, he rocks into Oria's thigh again, his blush reaching his ears. It feels good but maybe also embarrassing how good it feels. He buries his reflexive embarrassment by kissing Oria hard again, the neediness slipping through]

[ Oria meets the neediness with his own, matching the energy that Sinclair puts into the kiss. He wants to touch him, but he doesn't know how far he can take it!! Oria cannot unfortunately read the meta brackets or this problem would be solved.

But he breaks the kiss, since he really needs to ask-- ]

Emil, how far can I...

[ He can't even bring himself to finish the sentence--not from how embarrassing it is--he can say it just fine, but he really needs to catch his breath from everything that's happening. ]

[He might never come back down from blushing this much. He squirms a little, catching his breath as he really considers how far he wants Oria to go. It's scary. It's exciting. He reaches down to take Oria's hand to place it against his hip, along the waistband of his pants where Oria had been teasing him before]

As far as you want...I want you to touch me.

[Blushing even more, but they're already this entangled]

[ That is when something deep within Oria is triggered, leading him to roughly pin Sinclair on the bed by the hand that he's been holding all this time, fingers laced, and tightly in his own. He swallows once he sees Sinclair under him, and the hand at Sinclair's hip replaces the thigh, pressing and palming over the pants. Moreover, Oria leans in to gives a myriad of kisses on Sinclair's neck, trying to see where he can mark him. ]

[It's different to see Oria like this, pinning him down roughly. It's not the first time, but it's the first time Oria's done it with a clear mind and intent that sends shivers down Sinclair's spine. The hand at the front of his pants draws out a soft little noise]

Mn-!

[And he quickly presses his free hand to his mouth to muffle the sound, flushing again. He hadn't expected it to feel that good. He tilts his head to the side, an open implicit offer for Oria to mark him wherever he likes]

[ Even through this haze, Oria is conscious of the fact that if he's going to mark Sinclair, he should do it on a more nonvisible place. That's why the hand briefly comes back up to unbutton the first several buttons of Sinclair's shirt before returning the hand over Sinclair's hips, pressing in once more. This time, Oria leans in to give many kisses on Sinclair's neck, but further down he gives him a light bite at the crook of his neck, littering it with kisses right after. ]

[Sinclair shudders with the sensations, moving his hand to curl at the nape of Oria's neck, and pull him up to an intent kiss that muffles his moan of approval. He's vaguely aware of how dishevelled Oria has him, but in the heat of the moment, he doesn't really care.

(He might care later, if he makes a mess of his pants because there's no getting around that)]

Emil...

[ There's a very fond smile on Oria's face before he kisses him with the intention of keeping Sinclair's noises down as his hand continues to press with varying pressure, and occasionally using his fingers to leave ghostly traces over the pants, just to tease Sinclair a little more. ]

[He presses up into those kisses greedily, making soft breathless noises until Oria breaks the kiss briefly. His erection is apparent now, tenting against his pants]

Oria...

[Is there a bit of a whine at the end his tone? He blushes again, and tugs Oria down to nuzzle at his neck, his breath puffing at the warm skin there. He wants to mark Oria in turn, but he's aware enough not to do it on Oria's neck. But with the way his shirt is...]

...can I get your shirt off?

[ It's a simple question, and yet it makes Oria's anxiety absolutely spike through the roof. Realistically, he knows that it will be fine if it's Sinclair. He's accepted many things about him, and Oria feels safe in his hold. However, with all things new bring some level of anxiety with them and while Oria is usually good at tempering them down, most of Oria's insecurities lie with his body. Even if it's above the waist only... even if it's— ]

... Okay.

[ He's still learning how to trust someone so deeply. ]

But don't stare.

[Sinclair's expression softens in understanding and he gives a little nod. He has to let go of Oria's hand for this, gently tugging at the end of Oria's shirt, as he pushes it up Oria's stomach, carefully. Carefully. He doesn't want to hurt Oria in any way at all, even if he already knows he'll find every part of Oria beautiful]

I wont.

[Soft. Assuring. When the shirt is off, he'll cast a quick glance to take it all in--but he'll pull Oria close again too, so he can feel the steady beat of his heart through the thin material of his button up]

[ It feels like an entirely new level of vulnerability to have his skin pressed onto someone else who still has their clothes on. Even with the shirt unbuttoned halfway through, he does his best to believe in Sinclair's words and shifts his body a little so that he can adjust their position with Oria getting a little lower to give kisses down Sinclair's neck and then sucks hard at the crook to leave a mark while still palming his hips and the movements are rougher this time. ]

Ah--

[The moan Sinclair gives is a little louder this time, drawn out with a rough gasp. If Oria kept doing that, kept touching him like that--

He nuzzles at Oria's hair, fingers digging into Oria's shoulder blades as he arches up a little, chasing that touch, skin heated all over. It's too hot even for his shirt now, and he fumbles a bit for the last of the buttons so Oria can push it off]

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i guess this is nsfw now /slaps warning at top

nsfw indeed

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