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Acquiring a room is easy enough. Strangely enough, short-hire rooms are popular this time of year. The room is small - a bed and a balcony, a small bathroom. Jazz music floats up from the street, the air stirred by a ceiling fan.

Sinric lingers in the doorway, framed by the light of the city below. He smiles to Giovanni, reaching back to carefully detaching the tail fan of his costume.

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Sinric's eye flutter closed, moaning warmly as he buries a hand in Giovanni's, the other still rubbing him slowly through his clothes.

Giovanni murmurs his own pleasure against skin, and tugs at the laces of Sinric's shirt again to fully bare his breasts.

"Yes! Oh yes!" His large nipples harden under the touch, his hand tightening in Giovanni's hair.

He pulls gently at the opening of Giovanni's pants, seeking the heat of him.

That's what he was going for. He slips his arms around Sinric and lifts him, not quite off his feet but supporting him.

Kissing a trail over the sensitive skin, he murmurs (a little muffled), "I had excellent teachers", and takes a nipple into his mouth.

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"You have indeed." He moans, working on the opening of his pants, slighting his hand inside "And you've been an attentive student."

Giovanni is already standing to attention when Sinric's hand finds its way inside.

He continues his attentions to Sinric's breast, making good use of lips and tongue.

Sinric strokes him slowly. His long delicate fingers pressing and holding just so. He lets Giovanni take some of his weight, letting his head fall back.

Giovanni's taller than Sinric by several inches, and he's strong enough to support his weight.

Teasing, he pulls back just a little, warm breath on Sinric's skin.

Sinric whimpers softly at the loss, arching his back for more as he massages the underside of the head of Giovanni's manhood.

"All things", Giovanni whispers, so close his tongue brushes Sinric's skin as he speaks, "in time."

He moves - slowly, slowly, building anticipation - over to the other breast.

Sinric nods and eases back, stroking slower and gentler. He would have enjoyed a back alley fumble but this is good too.

They're not in a back alley, and they have an hour's use of the room, so Giovanni didn't see a need to rush.

He begins to give the same attentions to the other breast, then raises his eyes to meet Sinric's.

"You wanted to taste."

"I do indeed." He lowers himself to his knees with surprising grace. He presses a slow kiss to the head of Giovanni's manhood, the tip of his tongue tracing his slit.

Giovanni groans in pleasure, shifting on his heels as he savours the sensation, and his hands comb through Sinric's long hair.

Sinric takes Giovanni into his mouth slowly, teasingly. Drawing out every slow bob, every twist of his tongue.

He's very, very good at this, and Giovanni knows enough to appreciate it - and reward it with helpless sounds.

One hand tightens around the base of Giovanni's manhood, keeping him from coming too close to the edge. His other hand seeks a small vial of lube concealed in the waistband of the ruff of feathers.

With multitasking skills greatly enviable, Sinric begins to slick himself as he draws Giovanni on with his mouth.

Giovanni hardly notices what he's doing with his free hand, his world filled with the sensations of Sinric's mouth.

He does feel himself being held back, though, and understands why.

Sinric draws back, looking up at Giovanni with reddened lips and eyes warm with desire. "Would you have me now?" He asks at a purr.

He has to gather himself for a moment, catch his breath, before nodding.

"How would you like it? Bed, or wall?"

Sinric smiles and glances towards the high rail of the balcony. He's not usually and exhibitionist but...

He walks, swaying provocative to lean on the rail, pulling just enough of his underwear down and his short, short skirt up to offer up his slicked hole. Hiding all else.

Granted, the banister covered their lower halves, but not Sinric's bared breasts, or hide what they might be doing from the street three floors below. Anyone who looked up, might see.

In this city, at Mardi Gras, most people probably won't care.

Giovanni blinks at him, then grins and follows, taking Sinric in his arms for another kiss as he shifts in close.

They're both still... mostly dressed. Almost. Sinric presses back against him, arching his rear like a cat in heat. "Fill me." He invites warmly.

He doesn't need to ask twice.

Giovanni kisses the curve of Sinric's neck with a hint of teeth, one hand slipping down between them to guide himself in, while the other roams over Sinric's body.

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Sinric is slick and tight and hot. He presses back, taking Giovanni deeper with a deep sigh. "Yes!"