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Sinric leads Graverobber up to his room, turning to kiss him as they come through the door. "Welcome."

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[quick_clean_pure]

He lets out a low, delighted groan at that, grabbing Sinric's leg and sweeping his thumb over side of his thigh. "And I like how much you encourage it," he says with a toothy grin before leaning in to press a kiss to his neck.

[thewidewideworld]

"Let my moans be the breeze that fans your fire." Sinric sighs, tilting his head back to give Graverobber more access. "Till it consumes us both."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber answers that with another low groan, kissing his collarbone and squeezing Sinric's backside under his hands before shifting to tug at him slightly. "Let me get you on the mattress first," he says in a low, rough voice. "And then we can be consumed by all the fire we want."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric slips out of his arms, dancing to the bed with a soft laugh. He shakes his hair out, eyes warm with mischief.

He approaches the bed from the far side, moving like some exotic cat. "Shall I undress for you?" He asks, running his hands down his tightly clad sides.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber watches it all with a grin, following behind Sinric with his eyes intent on the sight of him. Standing by the opposite end of the mattress, he watches eagerly, answering, "Oh, please do."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and undresses slowly. He knows how to show off, how to reveal the subtle curves of his lean body in enticing ways.

First, the tights, lowering them slowly to show off milky carves and the tops of his thighs. Then the short tunic dress. Unlacing the neck so he can ease it off one shoulder, turning half to let it slip down slowly, the curves of his breasts suggested but not yet shown.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber watches appreciatively, letting his eyes slide along Sinric's skin as exposes more and more of himself. He grins at the tease of it, eyeing the way the tunic slips over him and then taunts him with the rest.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles over his shoulder as he lets the tunic drop, arms brushing downward to trace the curves of breast, stomach, and thighs.