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Sinric's room is the east end of the corridor. Inside it’s frankly ridiculous. Romanesque with vaulted ceilings with edges with frescos of animals, rich tiled floors that are warm underfoot.

The cross shaped layout and columns create discreet niches - one with a large bed; another lined with books and a map of the world as known in his time painted on the wall, a third holding several large couches circling his harpsichord.

The east side opens onto a glassed-in portico with a stunning view of the snow speckled garden.

A door off the bed chamber leads to a more modern but still Romanesque bathroom with a bath easily large enough for three.

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Sinric crawls over and sprawls out on the pillows, one hand tucked behind his head, a knee bent in an attitude of presentation, golden hair spread out like a halo. He grins, utterly aware of how good he looks.

Graverobber grins in turn, enjoying the look of Sinric languidly sprawled out on the mattress. He shifts to move over him and cover him with his own body, kissing his neck and jaw and shoulders appreciatively while he positions himself. The kisses only halt when he pushes into Sinric with a long, deep thrust, making him groan against his skin.

Sinric cries out warmly, wrapping his legs around Graverobber's hips to take him deeper. He reaches up to bury his hands in Graverobber's hair, pulling him into a hot kiss.

Graverobber lets out a delighted, greedy noise into the kiss as he sinks in further, pushing in deeply into Sinric's body. He pulls back only far enough to snap his hips into him with a sharp thrust, his hands holding Sinric's waist while he moves and begins to pick up a rhythm with his movements.

The hard snap of a thrust drive the air from Sinric's lungs, making him cry out in pleasure. He moves with Graverobber's thrust, singing his joy in shameless little moans.

He grins loosely at the noises pouring out of Sinric's throat, which only make him thrust all the harder in turn. Graverobber picks up a steady, hard pace, driving into him and delighting in the sounds Sinric makes in turn, encouraging him all the more.

Sinric stretches out, wrists crossed above his head as he lets Graverobber's thrusts drive him against the pillows. He rubs his ankle against the back of Graverobber's calf.

As Sinric stretches out above him, Graverobber settles in closer all the more, pressing in against him chest to chest. While he fucks him, Graverobber presses messy open-mouthed kisses to his neck, his shoulder, his jaw, kissing him with hot burst of air exhaled onto his skin with each thrust.

Sinric sings softly; a sweet, breathless song of pure pleasure. His voice bounces off the curves of the roof in wonderful patterns of echoes and resonance.

Sinric's song is beautiful in his ears, making all of this feel more poetic than he could have thought. It's all so good, but he can feel himself growing closer to coming, building towards his climax. He thrusts into Sinric eagerly, trying to bring him the same, take him over the edge as well before he's spent.

Sadly, Sinric wasn't lying when he said that isn't an easy thing for him, to fall. It's as much an emotional thing as as it us a physical one. He doesn't know Graverobber deeply enough to be able yet to give himself over all the way.

Which is not to say he won't be one day. Or that he isn't loving this - every thrust, every moan, every kiss is genuinely joyous.

Graverobber tries, really, though he has no true idea what the limits of being castrated are. Still, when he hits his peak, he comes with his mouth pressed to Sinric's neck in a warm, loose kiss. He groans as he comes, his fingers printing bruises onto Sinric's hips as he thrusts one last time and spills over, pleased.

Sinric moans with him, tensing and flexing to milk the pleasure from Graverobber as he falls.

He smiles and kisses Graverobber softly, drawing him on to rest against his chest as they both come down.

Graverobber lets himself be drawn in, kissing him in turn, groaning softly as he sinks in closer. He tries catching himself, regaining his steadiness as he settles against Sinric flush and warm, enjoying the feel of his body against him.

When he's caught himself, he breaks the kiss only to smile and speak breathlessly. "God, you feel good."

"As do you." Sinric purrs, pressing a kiss to Graverobber's hair and encouraging him to lay back and relax.

He takes the silent cue, relaxing in closer and settling in against Sinric. He reaches one hand up to stroke Sinric's head slightly, the strands of his hair coursing over his fingers.

Sinric sings again, this time soft and relaxing, tilting his head into the touch.

Graverobber unwinds at the sound of Sinric's voice, listening raptly to each note. He strokes his fingers through Sinric's hair gently in time with the tune, enjoying the sound of the music dancing through his ears.

Sinric lets his song wind out to a natural end, kissing the top of Graverobber's head. "Would you like to share a shower with me?"

He grins at the kiss and leans up on his elbows so he can press a kiss to Sinric's jaw. "Sure. Lead the way."

Sinric giggles at the kiss and smiles, returning the kiss to the tip of Graverobber's nose.

He gets up, naked and comfortable in his own skin as he holds a hand out to lead Graverobber to the bathroom.

Graverobber takes Sinric's hand easily, rising off of the matress with a small grunt before following behind. Sinric's place is already pretty gorgeous, which makes him wonder what sort of shower or bathroom setup he had -- probably something nicer than he'd ever seen.

The shower is ludicrous - jets set from all different angles, all adjustable for pressure and temperature. Sinric leans in to turn on the flow, setting it warm but soft. He looks back to smile to Graverobber. "Have you ever had your hair washed by another?"

Graverobber seems pretty innediately impressed by the shower -- whenever he does bathe, it's generally rickety showerheads in a run-down gym or the like. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of it.

At the question he grins and says, "Can't say I have. Wouldn't object to it, though."

Sinric flashes him a warm smile, drawing Graverobber under the warm water. "I promise to make it good for you."

He guides Graverobber to get his hair wet, making the water just a touch warmer. He reaches for a bottle, squeezing a little into his hand. There's a little ledge at the edge of the shower, just right for the rather short Sinric to be at the right height to massage the shampoo into Graverobber's hair. He has clever hands and knows just how best to press and massage.