Happy, high, and with Emcee

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Sinric groans as Emcee's hand moves on his thigh, tilting his head back just a little more. Emcee's breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine. "Please? All of that! I'm yours."

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[i_am_your_host]

A dryad and a satyr. Just doing what they do.

Emcee lifts Sinric's legs onto his shoulders and plants kisses up the inside of his milky, pale thigh. The scent of his warm skin mingling with the perfume of cherry blossoms is an intoxicating blend.

"Mm, darling, you delicious creature," he purrs against his skin, taking his tongue closer and closer to the apex of his thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

Heathen gods under a moonlit sky. What could be more perfect?

The touch of Emcee's lips and tongue on his over-sensitive skin sends a delicious tremor through him and he has to cling tighter to the branches, not daring to let go. He can feel the brush of heat and cool night air tracing the path of those kisses, making him giddy with pleasure.