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Sinric's room is small, simple. A slightly narrow bed spread with furs, a long free-standing wardrobe and a padded window seat that overlooks the gardens. But what dominates the room is a large baroque harpsichord.

Sinric ducks his head, tucking some stray books away, hair hiding his face shyly. "I'm sorry, I know it's not much."

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head back a little as Sinric's lips find their way down his throat. He slips his suspender straps off his shoulders, before pulling his shirt open as Sinric undoes the buttons. His skin is pale but warm, his body boyish and slender. However there is no modesty in being free of his clothing as he sheds his shirt completely.

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"In another time, another place. You would have been one of my brothers." Sinric whisper, running his hand over Emcee's chest.

He kisses Emcee's neck again before leaning back to remove his own belt and tunic. His skin is just as pale, just as warm but far more feminine. The curves of his chest are that of a young woman's - high, small breasts and large nipples.

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"Indeed, I might have been," he muses softly.

He knows himself well enough to know his place, among people, in society. Someone who gives pleasure, and one in whom others take pleasure.

His gaze settles on Sinric's breasts. It's not the first time that he has seen breasts on a male body, but they are certainly the most feminine. Sinric is truly between worlds.

Emcee leans in to touch him much like he had done, with soft fingertips sweeping down the side of his neck and over his delicate clavicle. Running the backs of his fingers down the center of his chest, he then cups his breast in his palm, as tenderly as if anything harsher would hurt him. He knows it won't. But a touch that is gentle and appreciative of beauty ought to be a nice thing once in a while.

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As Sinric is accustomed to being different. to his strangeness holding him apart. Balanced on the line between the masculine and the feminine. But Emcee's understanding makes him feel... appreciated, for what he is.

He closes his eyes, breathing a soft sigh as he leans back on a hand. His nipples harden to the so gently touch. He can feel his heart quicken, his breathing with it.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee leans forward when Sinric leans back. He dips his head to skim his lips over the curve of his bared shoulder, while his thumb rubs slow circles around his stiffened nipple.

Differences ought to be celebrated and appreciated. And that's what Emcee does. But somehow, at the same time, differences don't matter to him. He manages to make the strange feel normal, the separate feel as if they belong.

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Sinric rejoices in the sensation, letting himself just feel it. It isn't often he gets to just enjoy the feeling of being touched.

And his breasts are so very sensitive.

He runs his hand through Emcee's hair, drawing him into a slow kiss. He strokes down Emcee's flank, settling on his hip.

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As they kiss, Emcee's fingertips trace along the soft swell of Sinric's breast, fondling and caressing it, indulging in the way it feels in his hand. And in the way Sinric responds.

He arches closer at his touch. His own hand sweeps down Sinric's back, following the curve of his spine.

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His breasts feel exactly like any woman's, soft and sensitive. He moans into the kiss, stroking across Emcee's stomach. He likes the feel Emcee's skin, as warm and smooth as his own. "Would you... like to move to the bed with me?"

[i_am_your_host]

"I would like that very much," he murmurs against his lips, pulling back a little so that he's free to stand.

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Sinric stands too and undresses the rest of the way.

Narrow hips and a flat belly. His skin is smooth and hairless but for a small patch of blonde curls that surround and almost hide his childishly small manhood.

His girlishly curved rear is marked lines of raised scars, the legacy of a whipping some years before.

He presents himself with the practiced turn of one accustomed to being displayed.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee pulls off his boots and sock garters and unbuttons his trousers, pushing them down his thighs and stepping out of them.

Them he and Sinric are naked before each other.

Emcee is also accustomed to being displayed. Sometimes for himself, sometimes for money. When he does his own turn, he moves differently -- there is a rawness to his natural grace, an edge to his seductiveness. A hedonistic tomcat from darkened streets and alleys.

Though his frame is small he's still more masculine than Sinric in more than the obvious ways, with sharper angles to his shoulders, and dark hair on his pale limbs. A mix of outward softness and hidden sinew, he appears almost as ageless as an elf.

He pays Sinric's scars no mind, even if they do break his heart a little.

He gallantly offers him a hand to lead him toward the bed.

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Sinric looks Emcee over, admiring the lines of Emcee's body. He is unearthly and timeless.

"You're beautiful." He steps closer to rests his hands on Emcee's hips, pulling him into a kiss before taking his arm.

He lays down, reaching out to welcome Emcee to join him.

[i_am_your_host]

"And you are exquisite," Emcee returns, after their lips part.

He watches Sinric lay on the bed, lithe and youthful, flaxen hair spread out around his shoulders. Gladly joining him, Emcee lays next to him on his side, and slides his warm palm over Sinric's stomach and around his waist.

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There's something wonderfully decadent about sprawling with someone, taking time and sharing touches rather than rushing to please.

He curves a hand over Emcee's rear and up his hip, enjoying the shape of him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shifts closer and draws Sinric in to lie flush against him, chest to chest, belly to belly, his palm pressed to the small of his back. He slips a leg between Sinric's, running the instep of his foot along the back of his calf. With his other hand, he cradles Sinric's cheek, and he kisses him, their warm breath filling what small space is left between them.

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Sinric breathes into the kiss, moaning softly as he parts his legs to curl around Emcee's.

He stokes over Emcee's back, from the nape of his neck down to the curve of his rear, just for the pleasure of stroking him - like a long, lean cat.

[i_am_your_host]

Their legs shift against one another in a slow, sensual tangle.

At Sinric's stroking, Emcee arches his back with a purring sigh. He sips delicate kisses from his lips as he presses their hips together. His cock is stiffening, nudging Sinric between his thighs.

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Sinric purrs between kisses, shifting to allow Emcee's cock to slip between his thighs, gently rocking against him in little rolls of his hips. His own little manhood is only just starting to swell, taking longer to come stiffen.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee runs his hand over Sinric's thigh, encouraging him to lift his leg over his hip. At the same time he also rocks against him, feeling his smaller cock brush against his own.

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Sinric does so gladly, moaning with open desire as the heat of Emcee rubs against him. "Oh-"

[i_am_your_host]

He rolls his hips a little more firmly, taking pleasure in the feel of flesh against flesh, as his lips travel along Sinric's jaw toward his throat.

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He lifts his head, baring his throat. A thing he could not have done a few years before but even scars of the soul fade in time.

He stokes down Emcee's back, from shoulder to rear and back before gently pulling Emcee to lay atop him.

[i_am_your_host]

He plants indulgent open-mouthed kisses down Sinric's slender neck, refraining from using his teeth, not wanting to mark his delicate, pale skin.

Moving with him as he rolls onto his back, he rests his weight on his elbows as he continues to rock his hips and kiss him. His lips trace the slant of his collar bone down to the center of his chest. The long fringe of his ink-black hair sweeps over Sinric's skin as he moves.

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Sinric's soft nipples harden again as Emcee's kiss runs down to the crest of his chest.

He caresses Emcee's hair, sighing as it brushes against his skin. Such a decedently lovely feeling.

He shifts his leg higher on Emcee's hip, opening himself wider to let Emcee's thrusts brush deeper. The scar that runs between his thighs is sensitive too, shifting to make sure the head of Emcee's manhood runs against it.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee paints the sides of his breasts with strokes of his tongue, flicking at the hardening nipples. He then takes a nipple between his lips, gently sucking at it, kissing it, licking it.

He is in no hurry to fuck him. But he finds it incredibly arousing when Sinric angles his hips to rub against his cock to pleasure himself better.