Emcee flushes hot at his words as much as his kiss, as much as the feel of his body beneath him. And when he turns over, showing him how much he trusts him, his own desire grows exponentially.

He slowly lowers himself to lay on top of him. He's not heavy, but he rests most of his weight on his elbows as he sweeps Sinric's long hair aside. He kisses the back of his neck, his shoulder. His lips grazing the scars.