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Sinric leans a little on Emcee as he leads the way. The bath-house is more of an indoor resort spa than the sort of Roman bath-house Sinric is use to, but it has several pools including the hot and cold plunge pools he's use to.

"There are rooms to change just over there." He points, putting his bundle down.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes widen as he takes in the vast, pristine room housing several equally pristine pools. As he and Sinric stake out a spot by the edge of a heated pool, he wonders how he'd overlooked this place for so long.

"Oh, pfft, nobody is watching," he snorts, smirking, as he pulls his shirt off and toes off his boots.

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Sinric smiles and undresses, leaning on a bench to unstrap his ankle. There are strips of bright blue tape down either side of his ankle, keeping the muscles at the right angle.

He has no hesitations about being naked, moving to rest his feet in the hottest of the pools. "I'm not even sure how the thing the bar gave me is meant to hide much anyway."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shucks his trousers, folding them up and leaving them with his shirt and boots at the bench, and takes a towel with him to the edge of the pool.

"I think it's meant to be sexy more than provide coverage," he says, dipping a foot into the water. "You ought to see the bathing suits when I was growing up. Women were practically still wearing full dresses at the beach, with skirts over their bloomers."

He eases himself down into the water, moaning as the heat envelops him.

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He looks down at his chest, those small but firm breasts. "I suppose with my manhood, such as it is, covered, it would be easier to mistake me for a woman. Just as OT was at Mardi Gras."

"In Constantine's city there with be halls like this separated for men or women. At least in the richer areas. The poor would share. Separate pools but in the same hall."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee situated himself on a ledge and leans back against the rim of the pool.

"Ah, yes, that was a lovely costume," he muses with a grin, tipping his head back to look up at Sinric.

"Berlin had similar public bath houses, for all to use. When I was much younger, they were the perfect place for men to pick me up, the little rent boy that I was. As times changed, some baths in certain neighborhoods were just for homosexuals. Gay men had their own space to mingle and be social. Those particular baths have been shut down now. Like I said," he sighs, "nobody knows how to have fun."

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Sinric reaches down and strokes Emcee's hair, massaging his temples lightly. "That is was. And a wonderful couple of nights. I had quite a wonderful time."

"I'm sorry, my mirror. I wish it was not so. But you are going somewhere safer now, aren't you?"

[i_am_your_host]

He lets his eyelids fall closed at Sinric's touch.

"Theoretically safer," he says. "America is not governed by a dictator, so there is that. I am not so naïve to think that it is a utopia of freedom and openness, but I am fairly sure that the nightlife in New York City is as seedy and depraved as I can hope."

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Sinric shifts a little closer so he can massage Emcee's shoulders better. "Each step to a safer place is a good step." He kisses Emcee's brow.

[i_am_your_host]

He smiles a little, eyes still closed, and hums a soft note in agreement. "Indeed it is."

Touching one of Sinric's hands, he then looks up at him.

"Darling, before I forget, I really must apologize about when we last-- uh, met. I was sick with something, and I'm afraid I might have done or said something to upset you."

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Sinric smiles softly and leans in to kiss Emcee's temple. "There is nothing to be sorry for, my mirror. It took me a moment to see past the confusion to Eli. But once I saw him, things went smoothly enough." He smiles playfully. "I think he was rather smitten with my harpsichord."

[i_am_your_host]

"Thank goodness," he says with a relieved chuckle. "It wasn't the first time this happened. Things didn't go smoothly then, and he-- I had to be forcibly taken to the infirmary.

"And he has a lot of repressed joy," he snorts, amused. "According to his memories, he still listens to classical music but hasn't played it in a very long time. Not since his dreams were dashed." He can't help but feel a little sorry for him there.

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"Oh dear." Sinric suppresses a giggle of his own. "I can't imagine him taking well to being forced into any situation. He's a vizier if ever I met one."

He tilts his head at that. "Such a pity. I could tell he wanted to play but I couldn't tempt him into it."

[i_am_your_host]

"He is the type to convince-- or manipulate-- others into thinking his way is the only way, and if he is shoehorned into a situation he doesn't want, he sort of explodes," he chuckles.

"I've known people like him. Temptation that would lead to pleasure or any kind of simple joy sends them into a panic. So they resist, and grow ever more flustered if they're pressed. --Funny, how having him in my head makes me...understand it better."

He grins up at him. "Because as you know, I have never had a problem with temptation."

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"The soft voice that knows how to guide and steer." Sinric nods. "Just so. But not one who knows how to be steered. Or allow themselves to be out of their own control." Sinric does feel a little sad for Eli. After all, he was polite enough, given the circumstances.

He grins back and steals a long and rather heated kiss. "Oh, I know. It's one of the many things that make you such good company."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee purrs into the surprise but welcome kiss, and when their lips part, he moves to face him, bobbing in the water between Sinric's knees with his hands on the edge of the pool on either side of him.

"Hmm, I wonder what the other things might be...?"

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"Shall I name some of them for you?" Sinric teases, rubbing his good foot against Emcee's hip.

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"Oh, please do," he replies, smiling languidly up at him, as he trails his fingers up and down the back of Sinric's calf. "I am ever so curious."

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"The way you speak from the heart when you sing." Sinric's fingers curl over Emcee's shoulder. "The way I feel utterly safe to be me around you. The sound your footfalls make on the floor of my rooms. The way you fit against me when we sleep." He leans in to kiss Emcee again, softer and more loving this time. "The way you remind me to be myself. The way your eyes reflect my heart."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee doesn't expect the depth of Sinric's answers, the sincerity with which he speaks. As always, though, Emcee is touched, and he returns the kiss with equal warmth.

He's left speechless for a moment, his arms resting along the outside of Sinric's thighs, his hands cupping his hips.

"And here I was, thinking you just thought I was pretty," he says with a wry smile, though in his eyes Sinric can see that Emcee would say the exact same things about him.

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Sinric smiles warmly and brushes his fingertips over Emcee's cheek. "Oh, and because you're pretty too."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smirks, tilting his head against Sinric's touch like a cat.

"Mm, if you say so," he murmurs.

He grasps Sinric's hips.

"Are you going to join me in the water or must I pull you in?"

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Sinric smiles and slips into the water, careful of his ankle as he half straddles Emcee. "Like this?"

[i_am_your_host]

The water keeps Sinric buoyant enough for Emcee to pull him closer, hands under his thighs, pressing him against the wall of the pool.

"Yes, exactly," he purrs, his breath on Sinric's lips. He then dips his head to nuzzle his hair aside and kiss the side of his throat.

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Sinric arches his back, exposing his throat to Emcee's kisses. He purrs softly, "Oh, my mirror."

[i_am_your_host]

He plants a row of kisses down the side of Sinric's throat to his clavicle, and then back up again, along his jaw, and finally reaching his lips. He rubs against him, pressing his flat chest to his breasts.

Emcee is rarely, if ever, in this particular position. Usually he is up against a wall. The partners he'd done this with had to be petite and light enough for him to hold up, but here in the pool the water makes it easier. It's...kind of thrilling.

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And Sinric is very glad to be held. Every breath comes out as a soft whimper. His fingers flit over Emcee's arms and shoulders, stroking and caressing.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee kisses him with equal parts passion and tenderness, allowing them both to sink deeper into the warm water until it laps around their necks. His fingertips squeeze and knead the firm flesh of Sinric's thighs.

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Sinric answers the kisses in kind, reaches below the water to graze his fingers over Emcee's nipples, teasing his own warm breasts. "I would beg you to have me like this." He whispers breathlessly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee moans softly, already hard between Sinric's thighs. He shifts his hold a little and angles his hips so that he can rub more purposefully against him.

"And I would beg to take you," he whispers just as fervently.

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"I need you inside me." Sinric breathes, lips caressing Emcee's throat. "I ache for you, my mirror."

[i_am_your_host]

At Sinric's words and the touch of his lips, Emcee reaches between their bodies to align himself. The water around them ripples with waves as he thrusts into him with a throaty moan.

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Sinric throws his head back to moan, his voice high and sweet. He clings to Emcee, letting him set the pace.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes a moment to savor the sensation, staying almost still until the water calms around them.

"Oh, darling," he sighs in a raspy whisper as they bob gently in the water. He kisses him tenderly, his hands skating up and down Sinric's thighs.

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Sinric centres himself in that moment of peace and stillness, looking into Emcee's eyes as he leans into the kiss. He smiles warmly, his eyes hazy with pleasure as he clenches. Not thrusting so much as just feeling the joy of their union.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps softly, then exhales, his drawn-out breath warm on Sinric's skin, as warm and moist as the steam that rises from the heated water. It's primordial, the sensations beautiful and raw, yet it goes so much deeper than the fusion of two bodies.

He caresses Sinric's hips before moving his own, not in a thrust either, but simply pushing more firmly into him. Wanting to feel himself fill him.

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Sinric lifts his hands to cup Emcee's cheeks, kissing him. Slowly, lovingly. Sharing the the depth of sensation. Something like being a little bit drunk. His blood sings, his nerves sharp and bright.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee returns the kisses, returns Sinric's gaze between their lips meeting and parting. He looks at him, into him, into himself. There's no hiding anything between them. It's a joyous thing, and he too feels the drunken headiness of such intimacy.

He moves his hips gently, barely making ripples in the water. Reaching deeper, touching deeper.

Above the surface of the water it merely looks like two individuals kissing, but of course, that's just the surface.

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Sinric presses his lips to Emcee's throat, whispering soft words of adoration and joy in flowing Persian. He's happy to move slowly, his hands tracing the outline of Emcee's ribs.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets his head fall back with a sigh and closes his eyes, losing himself in Sinric's kisses, his words, his body. In a slow, fluid ripple, he arches against him, pressing his palms flat to the small of his back to hold him close.

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He sings softly, letting the rhythm of their lovemaking set the melody. It feels right, to give voice to their shared pleasure that way.

He arches, his voice breathlessly warm.

[i_am_your_host]

Sinric's voice sends goosebumps up and down his limbs despite the heat enveloping them, rising within them. He rocks his hips gently in time to the sensual cadences of the song. Bending his head forward again, he covers Sinric's chin and jaw and moving lips with light, wet kisses.

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Sinric's song grows high and warm, breathless as he feels his pleasure build. This is... wonderful, taking it slow, letting it unfold, letting the heat of it grow.

He answers the kisses in kind, each one forming the stops between the notes.