OOM - upstairs with Sinric

[i_am_your_host]

During Emcee's recovery in his room, he became a recluse. He couldn't find the motivation to go downstairs (too tired, too lazy, too sad, too unsure of himself), so he would ask George to see if any of his friends were around. To talk, and perhaps to let the talking lead to other things. Jay, Sinric...even Eric.

At least, he thought, he might be ready to take up his other old habits.

(He wasn't certain if he could feel Eric's presence. It might have just been wishful thinking. Or not.)

As it happens, Sinric is in the bar when George goes on this particular errand. He floats up to the long-haired blond and chirps out the sounds Emm See! at him, and moves backward toward the stairs as a gesture to follow.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's dark brown eyes pin him in place no less than the hands resting on Emcee's chest and shoulder. He holds Emcee's eye, holds his gaze for every breath and stretch and gasp as he lowers himself onto Emcee. Making the both feel it all the way.

Fully seated, he arches back with a gasp. "Yes!"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a rough, rasping breath when he completely sinks down onto his lap. Then his fingertips tighten their grip, and he rolls his hips beneath Sinric, and thrusts upward. Just once, but deeply, to feel.

[thewidewideworld]

The single thrust forces a warm, rough gasp out of Sinric, his voice high and sweet. He closes his eyes, arching back just a little further to feel the stretch of his body, the depth of Emcee's manhood.

He starts to move slowly, his hands stroking down Emcee's chest and up again, trailing his nails.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee purrs and sighs, keeping still for a moment as Sinric begins to move. He sweeps his palms up his sides, thumbs brushing over the soft swell of his breasts. And then he starts to move as well, just as slowly to match his pace.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's body tightens around him with a moan and a shudder at the first touch to his soft, ever sensitive breasts. It's an effort not to speed up there and then but he keeps the slow, rolling motion of his hips, feeling their bodies meet.

[i_am_your_host]

With a breathy moan, he cups his little breasts, chafing his nipples against his palms. Tipping his head, he presses his lips to the soft flesh, kissing and licking with gentle scrapes of this teeth.

Emcee can sense Sinric's urge to go faster; he feels the same thing. But just a little longer like this...

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sings with joy, his nipples hardening. "Oh! Oh, Emcee!" He clenches tighter, his hips jerking in a moment of uncontrolled pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee responds with his own cry, slightly muffled against Sinric's skin, before he closes his mouth around his nipple and suckles at it.

Wrapping his arms around his lithe body, he begins to thrust in earnest. A release of a different kind, a cathartic unleashing of desire and passion that lay dormant, buried under doubt and worry and self-pity.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps, his body vice tight as their bodies crash together in wild delight. There is nothing but this, nothing outside the wild pleasure and carefree joy of this moment. He arches his spine, pulling Emcee with him so each thrust lands at his seat of pleasure, making him cry out richly.

[i_am_your_host]

Now he does cry out, panting hard and hot against Sinric's chest, his slick lips moving up to his throat. His hands roam up and down his back, fingertips following the curve of his spine. And he keeps thrusting into him, aiming his hips just so to make Sinric cry out the loudest.

He starts to unravel. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed. For everything to come undone, to show himself as he was and is, his lust raw and bare.

"Oh, Sinric--!" he gasps into the pit of his throat.

Harder, faster, rushing toward the edge...

[thewidewideworld]

"Do it!" Sinric cries, Greek and slurred. "Fill me! Take me! Harder!"

His own crest is there on the horizon, rushing at him like a wave. "Emcee!"

[i_am_your_host]

Something surges through his veins like a drug, or-- magic, or-- or an essence of vampire blood, riding on the rush of adrenaline.

He grasps Sinric's hips firmly, and he thoroughly, absolutely fucks him.

And he throws his head back against the cushions with shouts of ecstasy, louder and louder and rising in pitch until--

He comes, hard, pulling Sinric down onto his cock and holding him there.

[thewidewideworld]

That last thrust, Emcee's bruising grip, the heat filling him drives Sinric over too, almost silent under the sheer breathless pleasure of it.

He spins, his head in a whirl as he falls into Emcee's arms, boneless and kittenish, mewing as little ripples of pleasure, like aftershocks flicker through him.

[i_am_your_host]

With breathless gasps, he blinks starry eyed up at the ceiling, and immediately winds his arms around Sinric in a soothing embrace.

He isn't quite sure what that feeling was. Perhaps Eric is still within him, in a way.

He kisses Sinric's hair and closes his eyes, catching his breath.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric mews softly, inner muscles fluttering as he rides out the last of the pleasure.

He comes back to himself slowly, his fingers tracing pattens over Emcee's skin, sweat cooling on both of them. He is warm and content and happy to stay just here until they're both ready to move.

[i_am_your_host]

So is Emcee, as his breathing slows, and their heartbeats seem to synchronize as they lie chest to chest. A certain peacefulness drifts over him, something he hasn't felt in a while.

They share a few moments of silence and stillness, except for the idle movements of fingers on each other's skin and in their hair.

"That was beautiful, darling," he murmurs, his voice slightly raspy. "Are you all right?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs softly, drawing the hànzì character for shared release on Emcee's shoulder with the tips of his finger. "Very well indeed." He mummers. "However often I experience it, my peak is still an overwhelming feeling." He turns his head to kiss the crest of Emcee's chest. "I'm very grateful to have shared it with you."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gently cups Sinric's face in his hands and lifts his chin, before tipping his head in to kiss him. It's a soft kiss, affectionate, but with a swipe of tongue as if leaving a signature mark.

"Likewise, my dearest. I needed this. With you, and no other, at this moment."

[thewidewideworld]

"As did I." Sinric smiles into the kiss, soft and warm and pliant in Emcee's arms. The little lick makes him chuckle. "Shall we move to the bed and indulge our lethargy a while? Or would you prefer to wash?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Mmmm," he sighs in thought, letting his head fall back and twining his arms around Sinric's shoulders.

"What is your bath like in your new rooms?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Excessively decadent." Sinric laughs warmly. "The whole room is. I'm not sure why the bar chose to spoil me so."

[i_am_your_host]

"Really," he purrs. "Then let us relocate there, shall we? I'm willing to move right now if the reward is a decadent bath with you."

[thewidewideworld]

"I can't promise my knees won't shake a little on the way there but yes, lets."

He lifts himself off Emcee, aware of the rapidly cooling stickiness between them. Never a pleasant feeling but once on his feet, he kisses Emcee again and starts pulling on his robe.

[i_am_your_host]

"It will be worth the effort," he assures him, though he's sure his own knees won't fare any better.

Once Sinric has gotten off of him, he sits forward with an oof, and makes an attempt to stand. He's a little wobbly, but he'll make it.

He thinks about doing up his trousers for a moment, but has a more practical idea. They have to be laundered anyway, so he strips himself of them and goes to fetch a cotton robe in the bathroom, when--

"Oh!"

George is hovering over the sink, and he beeps at Emcee.

"Oh, darling, you've been hiding here this entire time! I'm so sorry! You must have been bored, you poor thing."

Emcee grabs the robe off a hook on the back of the door and pulls it on.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and holds a hand out to help Emcee up, fetching his slippers from the door while Emcee dresses.

George gives a low little buzz and nonchalant whistle like someone pretending not to notice anything.

"He's one of Jay's little friends, is he not?" Sinric asks, holding his hand out as George follows Emcee. "I believe they are rather fond of music."

He addressed George. "I have quite a lot of music in my room if you'd like to come listen while Emcee and I are bathing?"