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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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"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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.