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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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.