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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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[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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."

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Sinric nips his ear, melting into the touch. "It is no easy thing, to make one of my kind peak. You're going to have to fuck me very hard indeed."

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Graverobber grins at the nip, squeezing his ass again in response. "I think I'm up to the challenge."

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"There's oil next the pillows." He purrs, guiding Graverobber's hand down between his thighs.

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Graverobber grins and lets his hand be guided, rubbing between Sinric's legs eagerly. He fumbles a moment with the other fingers, finding the bottle of oil after a moment's search. Once he has it, he's quick to slick his fingers, coating them generously before reaching in between Sinric's legs again, carefully working his entrance.

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Sinric rocks against Graverobber's hand, flexing his inner muscles around Graverobber's fingers. "Yes! Just so. Make me slick and ready. Make me yours."

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Graverobber lets out a delighted growl, working Sinric from inside. His fingers slick him lavishly, stretching him and feeling the press of his muscles all around him. "Fuck, you feel good already," he says, breathless and pleased before he slides his fingers away.

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Sinric reaches for the oil and slicks his palm, taking Graverobber's manhood in hand and making him ready with quick, teasing strokes.

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Graverobber lets out a pleased, strangled noise at that, rolling his hips into the contact. "Lay back for me, " he groans to Sinric, "Let me get a good look at you before I fuck you."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.