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[thewidewideworld]

[From here]

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 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."