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[thewidewideworld]

From here

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]

He opens his eyes a fraction.

"We can get nail polish and makeup from the bar, if you'd like to try it on some time," he suggests.

And at his next statement, he huffs a little chuckle.

"Yes. Even though they know well enough that I am not the one to return it."

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" He smiles, almost childlike at the prospect. "I'd like that."

He hums softly, a note of understanding. Love comes in many forms and they are neither of them the sort to be able to love the way others do. "Constantine was the only one, only one I loved that way. Who I would have forsaken anything and everything for. There were plenty who promised and begged and cajoled." he shakes his head. "I have lovers here who matter to me, who I use the word love with but- but it has a different meaning with them."

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course," he says with a smile.

"Love is-- a complicated word. Unless I am speaking of it in a hypothetical way, I try not to use it because it means different things to different people. And of course I have been in love before, several times. Because of that, I know that it's not for me. I know what I feel for others. But there may not necessarily be the right word for it. So I would rather show it than say it."

[thewidewideworld]

"And let actions speak what words cannot express." Sinric nods, moving down to Emcee's stomach and hips. He washes Emcee's manhood with devoted care, his touch gentle and soothing.

[i_am_your_host]

"Precisely," he says with a slight purr in his voice as Sinric's touch shifts lower and lower.

He sighs deeply, contentedly.

"You are very good at this. I don't know if I would be so patiently attentive."

[thewidewideworld]

"There are things I enjoy taking my time with. And making a brother feel clean and pampered is one of them." He parts Emcee's thighs, drawing the warm cloth over the curve of his sac and the base of his manhood, enveloping his shaft in gently strokes. With a playful little kiss on the tilt of his hips as he does. "Besides, it gives us time to talk."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee inhales sharply at the sensation as he tries to even out his breathing.

"Clean and pampered-- or aroused," he chuckles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks up, his lips full and red. "I can provide a remedy for the last."

[i_am_your_host]

A languid, slightly slanted smile parts his lips as he eyes Sinric's pretty mouth.

"Oh, I am sure you could, darling. I wouldn't be against it if you wanted to."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs and licks a sweet stripe up the underside of Emcee's manhood, setting a water bowl aside.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps, rolling his head back into the pillow, his hips rising off the bed slightly.

"Mmm, darling..."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cups those hips, lifting Emcee into the little kisses he peppers over the head of his manhood. He teases Emcee's slit with the point of his clever little tongue, just to hear Emcee moan.

[i_am_your_host]

His purring sighs break off into a breathy Oh! when he feels the touch of Sinric's tongue. He arches his body against his mouth as his fingers curl into the soft furs covering the bed.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric teases out those sweet sounds, curling his tongue back and forth as he takes Emcee slowly deeper.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sighs and gasps, his voice a breathy murmur as he pleads for faster, slower, just like that.

He parts his thighs further, raising one leg slightly to brace himself on his heel. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in Sinric's long, silky hair, feathering it over his thigh.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums warmly, enjoying Emcee's breathless desires greatly. There's something deeply pleasurable about being with someone who knows what they want without fear or embarrassment, who had no inhibitions about their desires.

Perhaps for that reason, or perhaps just because he can, he draws it out, taking his time. He slides a hand under Emcee's jewels, to tease a finger over his entrance.

[i_am_your_host]

Yes, yes, just like that...

It's easy to voice his desires with Sinric, not just because he himself is without inhibition, but because he trusts him to listen. Just as he would listen to Sinric.

He also trusts him with his skills. And as far as he's concerned, Sinric can take all the time he wants with him.

Emcee utters an abrupt throaty moan, the furs so luxurious on his skin as he writhes with pleasure at Sinric's teasing touch.

"Your fingers are so adventurous, darling," he sighs with delight, moving his hips slowly.

[thewidewideworld]

It's easy to be giving and reactive with Emcee. He's such a pleasure to please.

He purrs and takes that as permission to be more adventurous. And Emcee seems willing to both give and take pleasure. Not everyone is so open to be touches there.

He reaches for the water-bowl, skimming his fingers over the surface to slick them with a little oil before touching him again, a little deeper this time.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee feels Sinric's warm, slick and slender fingers slide deeper, and he exhales a fluttering cry that borders on a giggle.

Completely hard now, he's sprawled across the bed like some loose-limbed, libidinous demigod of debauchery. With one hand still combing and raking through Sinric's hair, the other hand skates up his own body, chafing his nipples, to clutch at his own hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can't help but draw back a little, teasing his head just a little, just to watch him. Emcee is so beautiful, so powerfully sensual he can't take his eyes from him. He delves his fingers deeper, stroking slowly as he curls his tongue just so.

[i_am_your_host]

He lets out a drawn-out moan, again almost on the verge of laughter.

The hand in Sinric's hair sweeps down to cup his cheek, fingers lightly curled under his jaw to feel his tongue working.

His hips move slowly with sensual control, as he clenches and flexes around Sinric's fingers.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles in return, Emcee's joy feeding his own. He arches his neck into the touch, taking Emcee deeper again. His jaw and throat work as he takes Emcee to the root.

His free hand roves over Emcee's body, fingers tracing patterns over Emcee's stomach as he slips a second finger into him.

[i_am_your_host]

Moaning all the while, he arches his back sharply, his stomach going taut for a moment, before he falls back down into a slow writhe of ecstasy.

He strokes the side of Sinric's neck, his thumb caressing his jaw. Sinric's hair spills over the insides of his thighs, and each time he shifts his legs he feels the silky softness.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric drinks him his pleasure, licking and teasing out every moan and sigh. He draws back slowly, peppering Emcee's thighs and balls with softly kisses before reaching for the cloth and beginning to clean him gently.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee rides out the seemingly endless waves of pleasure, endless as long as Sinric keeps touching him in one way or another. Every patch of skin tingles, every nerve ending sensitive to hot and cold and soft and wet. He curls his toes in the furs, raising his arms above his head in a feline stretch.