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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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Graverobber smiles into the touch, returning the kiss eagerly and warmly. When Sinric straddles him, he lets out a small, content groan at the feel of his body pressed to his, and he lets his hands press against Sinric's back to tug him in closer to him.

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Sinric settles himself comfortably, breasts pressed against Graverobber's chest as he laces his arms around Graverobber's shoulders. He kisses his way over Graverobber's neck, nibbling on his earlobe.

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Graverobber's hands touch him greedily, squeezing his ass and then running up his hips and to the sides of his breasts. He lets out low noises of delight at the kisses, palming the back of Sinric's head to encourage him, fingers tangling in his hair.

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Sinric purrs, low and warm into Graverobber's ear. "I want you inside me again."

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Graverobber lets out a pleased, filthy growl at that, tugging Sinric in closer at the words. "Aren't you greedy," he says with a grin, his voice low and heady before he leans in to kiss Sinric fully on the lips.

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"Very." Sinric purrs, shifting closer to make it easier for Graverobber to enter him.

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He squeezes Sinric's ass lightly under his hands, and he can feel himself growing harder at just the mere request pouring out of Sinric's mouth. Graverobber kisses his jaw while he rolls his hips up against the curve of his ass, swelling with arousal at the contact and feeling the blood flow.

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Sinric leans in to kiss Graverobber's throat, sucking the tip of his earlobe. "Allow me."

He slips gracefully off Graverobber's lap to kneel between his feet. With a smile, he leans in to press a warm kiss to the head of Graverobber's cock.

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As Sinric moves off of him, he lets out a low noise at the loss of contact, one that shifts into a pleased sound as Sinric kneels in front of him. His hands instinctively cup the back of Sinric's head, stroking over his scalp, and he lets out a low, delighted keen at the kiss to his cock.

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Sinric purrs warmly, smiling between kisses. Kisses that grow increasingly wet and playful as he laps and teases, taking Graverobber into his mouth.

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Graverobber groans as the contact to his cock increases, Sinric's mouth feeling so damned warm and good on him. His fingers slide through his hair when Sinric takes him into his mouth, and his hips roll forward towards him as the wet heat envelops him. "God-..."

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Sinric takes him with ease, twisting his tongue around Graverobber's shaft as he bobs his head, taking him deeper.

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Graverobber stays vocal about his enjoyment, especially when Sinric's tongue twists around him. "Ah, fuck-!" he breathes, feeling good and also wanting more all the same. As Sinric takes him in further, the noises pouring out of his mouth grow louder, more ragged and lusting.

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Sinric draws back, teasing Graverobber's slit with the tip of his tongue. "Are you ready to take me now?" He teases.

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"Mm, I think so," he says with a teasing grin, though his voice catches as Sinric's tongue works his slit. "Why don't you come up here and find out?"

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Sinric gracefully stands, steals a long kiss before shifting to straddle Graverobber's lap. He lowers himself onto Graverobber's manhood, moaning warmly.

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Graverobber meets the kiss with enthusiasm, his hands wrapping around Sinric's waist as he settles on top of him. When he sinks onto his cock, Graverobber lets out a rich, delighted groan, his hips snapping up towards the heat of his body while his muscles envelop him.

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Sinric closes his eyes and luxuriates in the feeling. He moves like a dancer, flexing and moving with each thrust.

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Graverobber starts with a steady rhythm, rolling himself up into Sinric's body. Sinric feels good and graceful and warm, and it's all just delightfully good. Each push into him is overwhelmingly warm and sensuous, and he picks up his pacing as he goes to take in even more.

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Sinric opens his eyes and smiles, stroking Graverobber's hair as he rides into each thrust. There's a hint of gold around his irises as he leans in to kiss Graverobber deeply.

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Graverobber accepts the kiss eagerly, his mouth pressing against Sinric's with a stuttering groan. His pace continues, growing steadily faster and harder with each thrust. His hands are warm against Sinric's waist, holding him as if he can shove him down harder onto his cock.

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Sinric whispers something hot and breathless in a foreign tongue. "Harder." he purrs, leaning into Graverobber's grip.

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Graverobber lets out a huff of a laugh and obliges him, his fingers gripping bruises into Sinric's waist. His hips snap up into Sinric with more force, driving into him with deliberate ferocity. He presses a biting kiss to Sinric's shoulder as he does, his breath coming out in hot bursts against his skin.

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Sinric tilts his hips, making sure Graverobber's thrusts hit him just so. He buries his hand fist in Graverobber's hair, the bite making him gasp with joy as he rides the edges. "Close!"

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That is certainly encouraging to hear. The word on Sinric's tongue and the pull of his hair seem to invigorate him further, his hips snapping up even faster and harder. He can feel himself getting closer as well, but he tamps it down, resists it, urging himself to keep going and tip Sinric over the edge.