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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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thewidewideworld

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

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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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thewidewideworld

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

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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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thewidewideworld

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

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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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thewidewideworld

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!"

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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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thewidewideworld

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.

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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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thewidewideworld

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.

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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.

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thewidewideworld

It is hard for Sinric to stand up to such pleasure, having so little practice at it. He is overwhelmed by it so easily. And Emcee is so very talented and generous with his skills.

His touch on Emcee's shoulders becomes more urgent. "Please, I will fall... too soon."

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i_am_your_host

As reluctant as he is to do so, Emcee draws back, letting his lips linger around Sinric's prick before it slips free.

He then crawls back up over his body, laying flush on top of him, with his hard cock pressing between those warm thighs.

Emcee's mouth hovers over Sinric's, lips parted, wet and plump.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric wraps his legs around Emcee, taking him between his thighs, still wet and hot from Emcee's talented tongue. He surges forward to kiss those reddened lips, passionately, hungrily. "I desire... I want you... inside me."

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i_am_your_host

He purrs into the kiss, arching his body when he feels Sinric's thighs wrap around him. His lips are left tingling, and he licks them, their mouths still close enough that his tongue brushes Sinric's lips.

Holding his gaze with dark eyes, he reaches down between their bodies. His fingers teasingly graze Sinric's member before aligning himself. And he very slowly presses into him, pausing to savor his tight heat closing around the tip of his cock.

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thewidewideworld

And tight he is, pressing close and hot so Emcee's slow taking opens and shapes him. His lips for a soundless cry, his eyes wide and blown. Sinric in his pleasure is as open as the flower to the sun, holding nothing back. Not now, not with Emcee. For what is there to keep from someone who mirrors yourself.

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i_am_your_host

Breathing short, heated breaths against Sinric's lips, Emcee guides himself further in. All the way, until their hips meet.

He lays still for a moment, taking in the sight of Sinric's face. He is enchantingly beautiful, flushed with pleasure. And it pleases Emcee greatly that he could bring him to this, that Sinric would open himself up like this. That Sinric would allow him in.

Emcee slides a hand around his waist to splay at the small of his back, as if in a dance again. In a gentle, fluid motion, he draws his hips backward, and then thrusts forward, up and into him. A gasp escapes his lips, and his dark eyelashes flutter like black butterfly wings.

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thewidewideworld

His eyes lock with Emcee, equally dark and warm. This is a dance he has danced all his life, with so many partners. But tonight he has no need to lead nor follow, just to be.

His moans echo Emcee's gasp as he wraps himself tighter around Emcee in every way.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee tosses his head back with a moan, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

"Darling, you feel divine," he exhales.

He starts to move his hips, rocking back and forth, easily slipping into a rhythm that they both can share. And with his hips, his body moves as well in a sinuous undulation that works up the heat between them.

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thewidewideworld

An easy rhythm. As easy as breathing or the beating of their hearts. And just as natural too. He strokes Emcee's cheek, his back, his shoulders. Every brush of skin against skin - their bellies, their thighs, the join of their bodies alights the connection between them.

A word falls from his lips, sweet and breathless. "Adelphos." It may mean little to Emcee but it is brother in Sinric's mother tongue.

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i_am_your_host

He hums a purring sigh in reply, a happy sound, as he indulges in Sinric's touch like a cat, arching his back with every slow push of his hips.

Dipping his head, he runs his lips along his jaw, leaving feather-light kisses.

"What does that word mean?" he whispers, combing Sinric's hair over his ear.

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thewidewideworld

"Brother." He whispers, flushing a little for the shame of how different the connotations are sound in English.

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i_am_your_host

"Hmm..." he murmurs, his lips still grazing his heated skin, his hips still moving.

"Brother...and more than that."

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thewidewideworld

"For me, it has always meant more. Trust. Safety. Oh-" He tips his head back in a sweet moan, "Love. Unspoken-" He moans again, lifting his hips so Emcee fills him all the deeper.