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[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric's room hasn't changed, much even if it's owner has. The bed is larger with a soft Indian cotton spread of rich blue instead of the winter furs.

He fetches a towel down from the cupboard and hands it to Emcee, offering him the neat little ensuite bathroom.

"I'll be here if you need anything at all." He soothes, giving Emcee's room.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes widen again at the magic pouch. Because magic. But also, Milliways. People can get anything magically out-of-the-ordinary here.

But then he watches as Sinric unwraps the phallus, and he takes it when offered.

"It's beautiful," he murmurs, holding it up to eye level, and running a fingertip over the intricate carvings. The jade is cool but warms to his touch. "I have never seen anything like it in my life."

He's seen a few unusual dildos, of course, but this is something on a whole other level.

[thewidewideworld]

"The work of a great craftsman, no doubt. The Nippon people are the most focused I have know. They devote themselves utterly to perfecting their art with a dedication I have never seen." He nods to the phallus. "Such a thing may have taken years to make and many iterations to perfect. I was very honoured by the gift, both for the beauty of the thing itself and the meaning behind it."

[i_am_your_host]

"It is indeed incredible, a work of art in its own right," he says, turning the phallus over and around just to admire every literal inch of it. Then, carefully wrapping it in its silk covering, he gives it back to Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stows it again with exacting care. "It was strange to me, to discover how much I enjoyed it, playing the dominant role."

[i_am_your_host]

"Much like you enjoyed fucking my brains out during Cubefall?" he teases wryly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric blushes warmly and ducks his head. "I'm... very glad of your guidance that night. It helped me immensely."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee would grin warmly if not for the pain, but the warmth and gentle amusement is in his eyes as he holds his hand out to Sinric to draw him close again.

"It was my pleasure-- and yours as well," he adds with good-humor. "But I think we both learned a thing or two about each other and ourselves."

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so." He settles back, closes against Emcee. "It was wonderfully enlightening."

He pushes Emcee's hair back softly. "You seem tired, my mirror. Will you rest here awhile?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sighs.

"I am exhausted on every level, darling," he says, deflating even more even as he says the words. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He's not particularly spiritual, but if he were, he'd be spiritually exhausted as well.

"I-- I would like to stay the night, thank you. If it isn't too much trouble for you?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I very much hoped you would stay." Sinric answers, pulling the covers up around them.

[i_am_your_host]

"Thank you for taking me in."

Emcee would kiss him, but instead, as they settle down together, he pulls him closer, drawing up one of Sinric's hands to rest on his chest. Over his heart. He covers it with his own hand, stroking the finely boned knuckles with his thumb as he tries to get some rest.


[ooc: head for a wrap?]

[thewidewideworld]

"You're always welcome, my mirror." He kisses Emcee's cheek, his fingers moving gently against Emcee's as they both fall asleep.

{ooc: Lovely, thank you!}