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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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[quick_clean_pure]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

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."

[quick_clean_pure]

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

[thewidewideworld]

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

[quick_clean_pure]

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."

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

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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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

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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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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."