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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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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!"

Giovanni thrusts in, slow and deep.

Sinric moans warmly, his breasts heaving with each breath. He braces his hands on the rail, pushing back till Giovanni is flush inside him.

Giovanni keeps moving against him, finding a rhythm.

One hand is on Sinric's thigh, bracing himself, and the other he brings up to cup a breast.

Sinric clenches, meeting each thrust with a small moan. The jazz below, the pleasure here, the warmth of the air. He closes his eyes and lets it all soak into him, driving on his passion.

The jazz is a new pleasure to Giovanni too, if not the warm temperatures.

His breath comes more rapidly, though he's trying to make things last as long as he can.

Sinric reaches back and pulls Giovanni to him. He doesn't might going fast. He rather enjoys the idea of a passionate coupling.

Giovanni is more than willing to go with this, if it's what Sinric wants.

His thrusts come faster, and his hands unconsciously tighten on Sinric's flesh.

His soft flesh bruises easily but he doesn't care, Even if he's wear Giovanni's hand-print on his chest. He clenches tight, moaning as Giovanni pounds him.

Giovanni isn't going to hold out much longer, and he knows it.

He steps up the pace a little bit more.

"Fall for me." Sinric purrs, breathless and joyful. "Fill me."

That would be happening shortly anyway, but the words seem to be a final trigger.

Giovanni throws his head back with an ecstatic cry.