Sinric whispers words of encouragement and desire in a dozen languages. He doesn't need magic with Emcee. Just this - the race of their hearts, the heavy blows of their breath. Skin on skin, hot as fire. The weight of Emcee's body on his. He arches up, finding no more room, there is no closer they can be and it's glorious.
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Date: 2018-05-27 07:16 am (UTC)