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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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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.

Sinric shudders with pleasure as he feels the rush of heat fill him.

He reaches back slowly and cups the back of Giovanni's head. "Lovely." He purrs, turning to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Giovanni's hands have already relaxed, stroking slowly over Sinric's skin.

"So were you", he says hoarsely, lips brushing Sinric's ear.

He gently pulls away, turning to hold Giovanni against his breast, stroking his hair softly.

He's still a little weak in the knees and catching his breath.

His arms slide around Sinric, holding him close.

Sinric seems to steady himself faster, steadying Giovanni in turn. He smiles softly and draws him up into a kiss.

It doesn't take much longer before he isn't leaning on Sinric, though he doesn't pull away from the embrace.

This kiss is gentler than before.

Sinric shares those kisses gladly.

For a while at leas. Then he smiles, stroking Giovanni's cheek. "The music calls. It's soon time to rejoin the dancers."

He nods and begins straightening his clothes, with the speed of practice.

"May I come with you to dance?"