Slipping away with Cassidy

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric grins and slips out of the room, flicking his long hair to see if Cassidy is following.

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[thewidewideworld]

Kissing Sinric is not unlike kissing a woman - soft and warm and delicate. Sinric smiles and leans back, eyes glittering warmly.

He takes a small step back. He rolls a languid shoulder, letting the tuxedo jacket fall from one side. The fine white shirt underneath does nothing to hide the rather feminine curves of his chest.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy, his brows knit faintly with curiosity, reaches up to slowly sweep the backs of his fingers down the front of Sinric's shirt, over his chest. Finding a soft breast there, he cups it in the palm of his hand.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lets out a breathless little moan and presses into the touch encouragingly. He lets his jacket fall, running his fingers dancingly up Cassidy's side.

[irish_vagabond]

He strokes his thumb over his nipple, standing out clearly through the shirt.

"Wow," he murmurs breathily with fascination, drawn in by Sinric's reaction, the way he feels, the way he looks right now. It's kind of trippy.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles breathily. "I am not as other men are."

He takes Cassidy's hand and guides it to the buttons of his shirt, welcoming Cassidy to undress him.

[irish_vagabond]

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when we first met," he says, his toothy smile crooked.

After hesitating for a brief moment just to make sure that Sinric wants this, he starts to unbutton his shirt, parting the fabric as he goes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs his consent, flicking his hair back to give Cassidy free rein. The smooth skin revealed is milk white and blood warm as he gently shrugs off one shoulder to show the top of one breast.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy pushes the shirt further off his shoulder, still staring in fascination at the womanly breast revealed. He caresses it just as he had done with the shirt on, but just a bit more...eagerly this time.

[thewidewideworld]

He moans warmly, pressing into the touch. He runs a hand over Cassidy's hip, drawing him close.

[irish_vagabond]

"You said you'd show me somethin' else," he murmurs, his other hand skimming over Sinric's own hip.

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so." Sinric smiles and steps back. He runs a slow hand down his chest to the fly of his rather tight pants. Pants he opens, slowly.

[irish_vagabond]

Again, Cassidy has no idea what to expect, and whether it's the haze of his own intoxication or Sinric's beguiling presence or a combination of the two, he finds that he can't take his eyes off Sinric's hands.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric eases his pants down over one hip. Low enough to show he's not wearing underwear, and to reveal the tattoo - three stylised birds: a raven, a dove and a lark, interwoven in a complex pattern of lines, one flowing into another.

And the very top of a thatch of honey blonde curls. But not much more.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy tips his head and peers down at the tattoo, his eyebrows lifting slightly.

"Cool. Very nice work. 'S real pretty."

[thewidewideworld]

"It was done by two very dear friends of mine. As I marked them in term."

He runs his fingers over the lines, feeling the raised lines in his own flesh. "Do you want to see... more of me?"

[irish_vagabond]

He stares for just a moment longer, watching the movement of Sinric's fingers, hearing the blood rush just below the surface of his skin.

And then he steps closer and folds his hands over Sinric's, gently pulling the waistband of his trousers back up over his hips.

"'S'alright...I like the mystery," he murmurs, a slight crookedness to his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pouts playfully but shimmies back into his pants.

He reaches up and draws Cassidy into another sweet and playful kiss. "Then I shall remain so. A mystery." He shrugs his shirt back on, letting the folds of fabric cover his breasts. Although his hardened nipples still show through the cloth.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy never takes his eyes off him. And he kisses him back before buttoning his shirt for him, his hands brushing over Sinric's nipples as he does so.

"I still think you're pretty, though," he murmurs. "An' no doubt a good many other fellas would think so, too."

[thewidewideworld]

The touch draws a warm, fluttering sigh from Sinric. "Alas, you have be warm with desire. And aching to find just such a man."

[irish_vagabond]

"Aching, huh?" he says a bit wryly.

Maybe next time.

He picks up Sinric's jacket, dusts it off, and holds it out for him to put on.

[thewidewideworld]

"Aching." The word comes out breathless and warm, almost as a whimper of need.

Sinric pouts sweetly but accept his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder rather than putting it on, or covering his chest. "But alas." He blows Cassidy a kiss and shimmies out the door.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy blinks. And watches him go.

When he's left alone, he takes a moment, sighing deeply and running a hand over his face as if snapping out of a spell.

...He needs a cigarette.

Stepping out into the main garage, he lingers among the various vehicles as he indulges in a smoke. Then, he heads back to the party. The night is still young.

[ooc: Thanks for the diversion ;)]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: thank you! That was ridiculous and adorable.}