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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric takes Emcee's hand and leads him to a little grove of trees, shaded and lovely with a view of the lake. He lays out his towel and pulls Emcee into a kiss. "My lovely mirror."

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee echoes Sinric's words with more moans and eager, breathy cries that are hot against his skin. The feel of his thighs clamped around him spurs him to thrust faster, harder, stoking his desire.

He's never been anyone's brother before. But truly, Sinric is the closest to come to that. Emcee feels it often, mostly when they sing together, but most definitely when they are one in the throes of passion.

[thewidewideworld]

As does Sinric. The kinship he shared with Probus and the others. Part of his life he misses deeply. It is a whole on his heart that feels warmed and healed with Emcee. Alive again. In song or in passion, or just in the easy company of each other.

He looks deep into Emcee's eyes, feeling a connection deeper than words and hotter than blood. He feels desire coil in his gut, tight as a spring and growing tighter with each thrust.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee returns Sinric's gaze and holds it, seeing not only just his reflection, but himself. Ever since they first connected, the reminder never fails to take his breath away.

He kisses him, cupping his cheek in his hand. The lusty force of his thrusts are a contrast to the tenderness of his lips. And there is no mistaking that he wants him, every inch of his body, inside and out.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sees it too. Who he is, and how he is. And how right he feels in himself when Emcee is with him.

Sinric melts into Emcee's kiss, meeting thrust for thrust with the flex and force of his body. He signs richly, closing his eyes. Giving himself over to the perfection of it. Of their balanced selves.

He lets the melody of passion overflow from his lips in song, hot and babbling.

[i_am_your_host]

Sinric's song is bringing him to his peak, just as Emcee can feel the ecstasy rising between them. It's inspiring him to come.

"Yes," he moans with delight, mixing English and German, "oh, Sinric, yes... Do you feel it, darling... Come with me, darling, come...!"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps, high and sweet as the passion overtakes him, making his body tighten around Emcee. He cries Adelpheós as he falls, eyes bright and hot.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee surges with him and cries out, their voices even now in harmony, and they fall together, breathless in each other's arms.

Emcee buried his face in Sinric's hair, the scent of his body mingling with earth and grass and the spring breezes.

"Hold me inside you just a little longer, darling," he whispers.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tightens his inner muscles, holding him there. He kisses the side of Emcee's neck, nuzzling softly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a hot, shuddering sigh at the sensation.

"Wonderful," he breathes out.

He kisses Sinric's hair, his temple, his brow. Cupping his cheek in his palm, he kisses his lips, slow and chaste.

[thewidewideworld]

There's so much in this - in the warmth of coming down, of that lethargic little death in the arms of someone he trusts so utterly. He returns the kisses just as warm and gentle. He smiles, looking into Emcee's lovely eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs.

Emcee needed this. He does need this, every once in a while, to feel a connection beyond just sex.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes Emcee's cheek, kissing him again - slowly and lovingly. His eyes shine with contented joy, feeling it just as deeply.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee hums softly against his lips, savoring the sweet kisses.

Eventually, he dips his head, and he sighs and nuzzles his cheek.

"I could lay like this with you here until the sun goes down."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly. "I'm not in any hurry to move." he breathes a kiss over Emcee's ear. "I like it just here."

[i_am_your_host]

"I do, too," he murmurs, running his fingers through his hair.

Shifting his weight, he rolls them onto their sides so that they can lay intertwined, arms and legs wrapped around one another in the early summer warmth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric clenches again, doing his best to keep Emcee inside him as they move but alas, that moment has passed and he breathes softly as Emcee slips out of him. He sprawls out a little, stretching like a cat in Emcee's arms. Content and comfortable, he strokes Emcee's hair. "Thank you."