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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]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric keeps touching, washing him carefully and shifting from firm massage to light caresses as needed.

He works his way down to Emcee's feet, massaging with nimble hands as he gently urges Emcee to roll over.

[i_am_your_host]

With a purring sigh, he rolls over onto his stomach, pushing the pillow aside to press his cheek to the furs instead.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and presses a kiss to Emcee's rear as he massages up his calves. He wonders if he has credit enough with the bar to buy Emcee a fur of his own.

[i_am_your_host]

He giggles breathily when he feels Sinric's lips on his ass cheek. To be fair, he does have kissable ass cheeks.

Eyes closed, he exhales another deep sigh.

"Have I told you lately how marvelous you are, darling?" he mumbles in a voice drunk with pleasure.

[thewidewideworld]

"Not lately but I'm always glad to be appreciated." He kisses the small of Emcee's back and his touch moves higher, massaging and stroking between gentle wipes of the cloth.

"If you feel tired, I won't be offended if you fall asleep. I quite understand."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles.

"No, I'm all right. I'm not going to fall asleep. I don't want to miss a thing that you do to me."

[thewidewideworld]

"You're too kind." He teases, working a knot from Emcee's lower back.

Little by little he washed and caresses all the way back up to Emcee's neck, settling at his side. He reaches for a fine silver and horn comb on the dresser and starts combing out Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mmm, always," he murmurs with a smirk in his voice, before relaxing completely under his attentive and thorough touch.

When he feels the comb in his hair, he smiles. Shorn short at the back and sides, and grown long on top, it's just a close shave away from some styles worn by Vikings in Sinric's world.

[thewidewideworld]

Like to Vikings perhaps but very different to the styles of Byzantium or Sina. He combs it carefully, thoroughly, careful to miss none. A habit of a time and place where even the cleanest are at risk of lice.

[i_am_your_host]

The soothing repetition of the comb going through his hair is what actually almost lulls him to sleep. But after a while, he shifts and rolls over onto his back again.

He reaches up to cup Sinric's cheek.

"Come here, darling."