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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]

"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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

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"Yes!" Sinric gasps, his thigh tightening around Emcee as he surges against him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee purrs around Sinric's nipple, a hand skimming down his body to grasp his thigh, fingertips pressing into the taut muscle. He grinds his hips down as Sinric pushes up, the heat and sweat building up between them with every thrust.

Amid flicking at his nipple with his tongue, he whispers raspily,

"Do you want me to fuck you, darling?"

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"Yes." He answers without hesitation, petting and stroking Emcee's hair. "But not yet. Not yet." He arches his back, presenting his breasts.

[i_am_your_host]

"Tell me when," he murmurs, turning his attention to Sinric's other breast, kissing it tenderly and laving it with his tongue, "and I will." His breath is hot on Sinric's damp skin.

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Sinric whimpers with pleasure, his hands curling around Emcee's rear. "Tell me- oh! Tell me how I can pleasure you?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles warmly, the soft sound muffled slightly against Sinric's skin.

"Please me by enjoying yourself," he purrs, as his mouth begins to travel downward.

"I want to hear your sighs and your cries..." His lips dot a line of kisses down the center of his stomach.

"I want to feel your body move..." His tongue follows the lines of smooth, flat muscles.

"I want to know that you want this..." His tongue snakes into the crease between his hip and thigh. "For you are my pleasure tonight, darling."

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There is no lie in his moans, nothing held back in his gasps as he spreads his legs wider in invitation. "I want this! Please!"

[i_am_your_host]

Sinric's pleas send goosebumps of delight up and down his back.

He dips his head to brush his lips against Sinric's cock, small and pretty like the rest of him. His tongue deftly curls around and under its base, feeling for his most sensitive spots.

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Sinric sobs a warm cry as Emcee curls his tongue, arching into his mouth. So few, so rarely does he get to feel this, to be pleasured like this. His little snail hardens to the attention, the fore-point of his scar drawing little gasps with every touch.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes note of the little gasps and flicks at that spot with the tip of his tongue until his cock swells and stiffens.

And then he takes him into his mouth. Because of his small size, Emcee has more room to do a lot to him with his tongue...

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Sinric is very responsive. Very responsive! He arches and moans, writhing warmly under Emcee's talents. There's so little of him that Emcee can have his way with him. He cards Emcee's hair, stroking his shoulders.

[i_am_your_host]

From cold vampires to little eunuchs, Emcee's tongue has managed to please them all.

Emcee sucks at him with slow, hungry swallows as if wanting to devour him by the mouthful.

With one hand cradling Sinric's hip, the other slides up the front of his body, briefly splaying flat on his taut stomach as he arches with pleasure, before moving further up to caress his breast.