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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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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.

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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."

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

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

[thewidewideworld]

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

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

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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?"

[quick_clean_pure]

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."

[thewidewideworld]

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.

[quick_clean_pure]

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.

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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?"

[quick_clean_pure]

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."

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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.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber seems to relax a little under the touch, enjoying the way Sinric's fingers rake through his hair. He's not unused to physical affection, but never something so casually intimate without being sexual. And certainly nothing entwined with cleaning, either.

And on that note, his hair is...a bit of a mess. It's matted from long stretches of time where he can't thoroughly wash it, the aftereffects of years on the street without steady cleaning. Even though Graverobber enjoys the contact, he knows the strands are a tangled wreck, and he can't actually name the last time he's used proper shampoo.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is very good at untangling knots without pulling, gently carding Graverobber's hair. He hums as he works, pressing the occasional kiss to Graverobber's shoulder. Utterly at ease in herself.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber grows increasingly relaxed under Sinric's care, easing completely with the gentle massage to his scalp laced with kisses to his shoulder. He stays facing forward to keep hair care easier, but he reaches behind him at points to light run his fingers over Sinric's hips and sides, returning the touch in some small way.

He can feel the strands of his hair against his back and shoulders, and it's strange and nice how smooth they feel. Really, it's surreal to think that they could ever get so clean like this.

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The little touches make Sinric purr, contentment in his voice as he sings softly.

He guides Graverobber back under the water, rincing the shampoo out before reaching for the conditioner. Again he massages and cards, making sure it's evenly through Graverobber's hair, making it soft and silky.

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Graverobber puts his head back into the water obediently, listening to Sinric sing without interruption. Hearing the song is nice, and he strokes Sinric's hip behind him in time with the song, running his fingers lightly over his skin. His hair feels even softer now, in a way he can't remember ever feeling his hair before, and it's surreal but still nice all the same.

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Sinric guides but back under the spray one more time, slowly squeezing the conditioner out. "How does that feel?"

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"It feels really good," he says, his voice a little heady from how relaxed he is at all this. "I don't think I ever had a shower this nice before."

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"I had a dozen brothers once. We use to look after each other like this." Sinric answers wistfully, pressing a kiss to Graverobber's shoulder. He guides Graverobber to rinse off, stepping under the water with him to wash himself off.

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"You're good at it," he says. When he shifts under the shower head, he turns around as he rinses off, leaning towards Sinric to press a light, grateful kiss to his mouth.

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Sinric lingers over the kiss, brushing his thumb over Graverobber's cheek. "I enjoy it. The sharing of simple pleasure."