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[thewidewideworld]

[from here]

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 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.