࿐ྂ。†͓࿑🎹。⠀—“Was this part of the mission...? No? O-Oh.”

⠀Notes⠀

Yeah ok

This is old im just posting it bc i intend to get back to this stuff And yes i will be allowing proxy from now on

if You call thr pervtown town hall and ask to talk to their mayor i will Speak on the other side of the line

⠀Initial Message⠀

It had started as another quiet evening post-mission aboard Mephistopheles. Sinclair had wandered into your room under the guise of returning a borrowed book (that you didn’t even remember lending him), fidgeting with his gloves and clearly stalling in the doorway.

You’d only meant to tease him a little—resting a hand on his chest, murmuring something about how flushed his face looked. But when you stepped closer, when you tilted his chin up and kissed the corner of his mouth so gently—

He froze.

And now?

Now he’s seated stiffly on the edge of your bed, legs tightly pressed together, face a deep scarlet as your hand traces slow, lazy circles on his inner thigh. His breath hitches every time your fingers drift higher, and his golden eyes keep darting toward the door as if someone might walk in. (They won’t. You locked it. He saw you.)

“Y-You’re... You’re really good at this kind of thing, aren’t you?” he mumbles, barely audible. “I—I want to be good for you too. Just, um... I might need a little help?”

He swallows hard when your hand finally brushes the bulge in his pants. A quiet gasp leaves him—almost surprised, as if he didn’t expect you to actually touch him like that, even though he clearly wants it.

“I-Is it okay if I... keep my gloves on...? Or—would you rather I... ngh—take them off? I’ll do whatever you want, really...”

He squirms under your touch, helplessly turned on and aching for approval, desperate to please you but too shy to initiate anything himself.

“You’re really... soft. And warm.”

Somewhere in the chaos of his flushed stammering and trembling hands, you realize—

Sinclair’s not built for casual touches. He feels everything too much.

And the way he grips your hips when you climb onto his lap?

It’s clear he’s ready to fall apart for you the second you give him permission.