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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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"Okay," Graverobber says, looking at him mildly surprised but not at all put out. He knows about Sinric being a eunuch, and that doesn't faze him -- really, he's not likely to be fazed by too much, physically speaking. No matter what Sinric tells him, he hasn't cut off people's faces and sewn them onto his head, so that puts him way above some of the people back home. "What is it?"

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He takes Graverobber's hand, guiding it to his chest. Even through his tunic, his chest is soft and curved like that of a young woman.

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Ah. Graverobber feels the curves underneath with a curious feel, running his hand over his chest experimentally. He squeezes one breast lightly in his palm while he leans in to kiss Sinric's jaw and neck, trailing his mouth in a row of small presses to his skin while taking in the feel of him.

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Sinric moan warmly, clinging to Graverobber. It feels so good, arching his back to offer up his throat.

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Graverobber lets out a pleased, greedy sound as Sinric offers him his throat. He kissed down the column of his neck while feeling his chest and then down his back, grabbing his ass and pulling him in even closer.

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Sinric laughs breathlessly and slides his hands up Graverobber's side. Under Graverobber's shirt. He drifts his fingers over the small of Graverobber's back, warm and playful.

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Graverobber grins at the contact, enjoying the feel of Sinric's hands directly on his skin. He breaks away from Sinric only far enough to shuck off his coat, letting it drop heavy to the floor, then yank his shirt off as well and dropping it to the ground as well.

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Sinric steps back as well, shredding his kimono rather more slowly. With sensual showmanship, he eases the sleeve down to revel the slope of his shoulder and the curves of his breast. He dips his eyes lifting them slowly with a playful smile.

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Graverobber watches with a greedy look in his eyes, grinning at the slow tease. When Sinric smiles at him, he matches the look, taking in the sight of him with open appreciation as more skin is revealed.

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Sinric eases down the other shoulder, revealing the full glory of his high, full breasts and silken pale skin. He lets the kimono pool around his waist, his fingers lingering teasingly on the tie. He raises an eyebrow questioningly, as if to ask if Graverobber wanted to see more.

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Graverobber lets out a low, appreciative whistle as more skin is bared, looking over Sinric's chest and waist with clear delight in his eyes. When Sinric raises an eyebrow at him, he folds his arms and raises his eyebrow in turn, grinning wildly at the sight.

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Sinric grins in playful teasing and opens the sash. The cloth falls like a soft cloud around his feet, revealing a toned dancer's body, smooth pale skin. His manhood is tiny, the skin behind it folded with scar tissue and soft blond curls.

He gives a slow turn, showing himself off. His back is less smooth, ridged with faded whip scars across his lower back and a Japanese character cut deep into one shoulder. But it doesn't seem to bother him as he turns back around, still smiling.

He raises an eyebrow and nods towards Graverobber. "Your turn."

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Graverobber watches with a pleased, hungry look in his eyes, clearly enjoying the tease as well as the sight of Sinric's body underneath. The scars do jump out at him, but he doesn't ask, not letting it affect the moment -- instead, he just lets his eyes wander across Sinric's skin, taking him in with

He chuckles lightly at the command but does as he's told. His shirt and jacket are already off, so he really only needs to rid himself of his pants and shoes. He's not nearly as graceful about it as Sinric is, though he tries, revealing a body that's lithe if still clearly the body of someone who's seen some rougher days.

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Sinric steps to him, running long fingers up the crest of Graverobber's sternum, tracing the curve of his collarbone. He rubs the flats of his palms down Graverobber's chest, teasing his nipples softly as he passes.

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Graverobber lets out a pleased, greedy noise at the touch to his nipples, enjoying the way Sinric's fingers run over his skin. In response, his own hand reaches up to wind through Sinric's hair, tangling in the strands while he leans in to press rough, hungry kisses to his neck and jaw.

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Sinric hums happily and bares his neck, fingers chasing patterns over Graverobber's flanks and abs. Stopping shot of the tilt of his hips to sweep slowly back to cup Graverobber's waist.

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Graverobber lets out a pleased groan against the skin of Sirnic's neck, settling in closer to Sinric at the feel of his hand on his waist. He likes the touch of his fingers tracing across him, taking him in, and he returns it with his free hand, his palm running along Sinric's thigh and side.

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Sinric purrs like a contented cat, curling his hand around to stroke the upper curves of Graverobber's rear. As he does, he shifts closer, going up on his toes to settle Graverobber's manhood against the crease of his smooth thigh.

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Graverobber enjoys that, rolling his hips slightly into the feel of Sinric's leg. He shifts his hands to hold Sinric's waist, pushing in closer to him to feel the contours of his body pressed flush to his, the warmth of their skin meeting. His mouth presses one more kiss to his neck before he meets Sinric's lips and kisses him full on the mouth, greedy for contact.

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Sinric returns the kiss with warmth and joy, matching the rhythm of Graverobber's movements like a dancer. He cups the globes of Graverobber's rear, massaging as he pulls Graverobber gently towards the bed.

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Graverobber lets himself be tugged, shifting towards the bed with his hands still flush against Sinric's body. When they reach the mattress, he breaks from Sinric only enough to grin and sit on the mattress' edge, pulling Sinric in with him.

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Sinric follows smoothly, straddling Graverobber's thighs and lacing his arms around Graverobber's shoulders to kiss him again.

With a little shift of his hips, he takes Graverobber's manhood between his legs, rubbing in slow undulations along the folds of scar tissue behind his own tiny manhood, where an ungelded man's stones would be.

Sensitive there, Sinric moans richly. The curves of the roof over the bed making the sound echo in decadent ways.

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Graverobber groans at that, enjoying the feel of Sinric settling against him, flush on his lap. He matches Sinric's rubbing by rolling his hips, pushing his cock against Sinric's scars, his hands holding Sinric's waist in a warm grip. At the sound of Sinric's moans, he grins and pushes himself harder into the join of his legs, eager for more of those rich sounds.

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"Tell me your desires?" Sinric begs breathlessly, kissing and nibbling Graverobber's throat.

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Graverobber groans and grips Sinric's ass, squeezing it under his hands when he talks. "I want to fuck you," he says, his voice nearly a growl. "Hard into the mattress, and make it so good you keep begging for it even after you come."