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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 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...

[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.

[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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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."

[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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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."

[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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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.

[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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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.

[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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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.

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

[i_am_your_host]

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

"Brother...and more than that."

[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.

[i_am_your_host]

Love.

Emcee braces himself on his knees to thrust deeper, sighing hotly into the pit of Sinric's throat.

"There are many facets to even the most seemingly simple of things..."

Wrapping his arms around his waist, he shifts his weight and urges him to roll over so that Sinric ends up on top of him.

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Sinric rolls with him, easily, lithely. He shifts his weight, finding the most comfortable spot to return to their dance.

Tucking his slender ankles under Emcee's knees, he arches back, the feminine curves of his chest proud as he losses himself in the feeling.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee breathes out a throaty groan as Sinric's weight now rests on his hips, and he spreads his thighs a little further, letting him sink down, taking him deeper.

From under smoky eyelids heavy with lust, he gazes up at Sinric's body. He runs his hands up his sloping back and sides, as svelte as a mermaid breaching. Emcee moves underneath him, rocking him like wave after wave.

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Sinric lifts his arms above his head, wrists crossed as he moves with sinuous grace. The Persian slave-boy and the golden daughter of Spring in one combined.

He rides Emcee's thrusts in perfect harmony, inner muscles squeezing in counterpoint. His own eyes slipping closed to let his other senses rule.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee watches Sinric in a haze of desire, a languid, barely-there smile on his slack lips.

He rests his hands for a moment on his slender hips, not to restrain but to follow each graceful swerve. Still locked in a dance with him, where every groan he makes is joyously delirious.

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Sinric arches back further still. Not to show off his not insignificant flexibility as he usually does but for the sheer and honest pleasure of feeling the way Emcee moves inside him.

He arches back all the way, reaching to rest his hands on Emcee's ankles, his blonde mane brushing his calves.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters Sinric's name in a gasping moan. The sight of him, so lithe and lean, keeps him hard. His dancer's thighs spread over him, the flat plane of his stomach, the curve of his ribcage-- his breasts with swollen, erect nipples.

Emcee's hands on his hips now take a firmer hold, and he thrusts harder, wanting to go deeper. Wanting to feel his glorious body all around him.

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Sinric flexes back up with all the grace and control of a belly dancer. Until he finds that point at which the angle is perfect, at which Emcee's every thrust strikes the his seat of pleasure just so.

He opens his utterly, silken hair brushing Emcee's thighs as he clenches in counterpoint. He can feel crescendo coming for them and wants to feel, to share, every drop of pleasure imaginable.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's moans are interspersed with grunts in rough German, growing louder and more delirious with each thrust and every tight clench around him.

He's peaking quickly, and can see and feel Sinric is on his way as well. He holds onto his hips, skin hot and slick with sweat. He writhes, grinds, bucks underneath him, reveling in Sinric's body and the way he makes him feel. Unbound. Unraveled. Completely undone.

And he throws his head back with a cry, a shout colored with notes of laughter, his eyes shut so tight that he sees shooting stars.