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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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[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.