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]

"Well. He has faired well. Anthousa looked after him. She set him up with a rather lovely villa. Before she entered the nunnery."

He goes quiet again. "Anthousa was, is, Constantine's youngest child and only daughter. Leo doted on her. Luka was her beloved playmate. That protected him."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh... How fortunate that they were able to grow up together and stay close."

He urges Sinric to lay back against his knees, and to tip his head back so that he can thoroughly rinse his hair. He sweeps stray suds and drops of water off Sinric's brow and temples with his fingers as he does so.

Growing quiet himself, he hesitates to ask what happened to his other brothers.

"And the other little birds?" he says softly, hardly over the sound of the water.

[thewidewideworld]

"Niketas, one of Constantine's younger. He made a pact to smuggle and scatter the Birds out of the city and into new lives. Luka only knew what had become of one of them, Talus. He ended up in Greece, where Anthousa studied. The others," He shrugs. "But he knew where Probus' body was buried. A pauper grave in a field of flowers."

[i_am_your_host]

There is a bit of a sigh of relief when he hears that most of them escaped. That someone in power had enough compassion to risk doing something good. But his heart sinks, as he recalls Sinric had spoken of Probus especially fondly.

"I'm sorry, darling," he murmurs, cradling and stroking his head, his long hair trailing like pale liquid gold in the water.

[thewidewideworld]

"He's at peace. Or so I hope is true." Sinric's voice still carries the weight of guilt. "I had a dream, the night of the party on the beach. Constantine came to me. He told me that Probus and Castor both were safe with him, even though Probus took his own life. I want to believe that's true."

[i_am_your_host]

And his heart cracks, when Sinric says Probus had taken his own life.

He bends his head to press his lips to Sinric's damp brow.

He then begins to comb the fragrant, softening oils through his hair, making it gleam.

"I hear that dreams here sometimes take on...deeper meaning," he says musingly. "That people from one's past-- can come back through them. Like a spirit from beyond, but-- I don't know. More real. I have never experienced it myself. But as you know, anything can happen here. If Constantine came back to ease your mind with this news, then I would believe it."

[thewidewideworld]

He reaches back to stroke Emcee's shoulder in thanks, both for his company and his understanding. "So I have been told, on that one day especially. And so I hope is true. I left him behind when most I should have confided in him. Just as you long for news of your friends, I wish I could be sure I didn't cause my brother's death."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is quiet for a moment as he smooths Sinric's hair out, and now, for the most part, simply strokes it for the sake of stroking it, while Sinric rests against him.

"I have never liked to dwell on 'what ifs,'" he murmurs. "Roads not taken, choices left unpicked, signs overlooked or ignored. Hindsight is always clearest, but all those should haves, could haves, and would haves...they will only weigh you down and hold you back. And you can only go so far in life with such a burden."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric turns in Emcee's arms, leaning in to kisses him. It's a soft kiss, carrying affection and gratitude.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee accepts the kiss, and returns it with equal affection, as he wraps his arms around him in an embrace.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric strokes Emcee's hair, feeling the soft cleanness of it as his kisses grow deeper.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee hums with pleasure against his lips as their tongues intertwine. Slow and leisurely, like sluggish but sensual serpents.

He raises his knees, his thighs closing in on either side of Sinric's hips.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans warmly, breaking off to look Emcee in the eye. His own eyes carry desire, a warm look in the edge of being fanned into passion. He smiles and kisses Emcee again, running his hands over Emcee's chest.

[i_am_your_host]

And fanning those flames of desire comes naturally to Emcee, as his own passion grows. He can feel the curve of Sinric's smile in his kiss, and he arches under his hands, hooking one leg around his waist.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sinric whispers very softly, pressing closer. He gently presses Emcee back, resting his head on the edge of the bath as he kisses down Emcee's throat. His hand ghosts over Emcee's nipples, grazing them almost teasingly.

[i_am_your_host]

He inhales deeply at the touch of his lips, arching his neck and back with a gasp. One hand grasps the edge of the bath while his other skims down Sinric's back. The length of his stiffening shaft rubs against Sinric's abdomen with every move they make.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves against him, grinding softly. He kisses his way to lower, brushing his lips over Emcee's nipples and back up the centre of his chest.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a moan that echoes off the walls. His hand skates lower down Sinric's back, over his ass, blunt fingernails scratching the taut skin of his thigh.

[thewidewideworld]

"I want you in my bed." Sinric purrs, sucking lightly on Emcee's ear. "I want your moans under that roof."

[i_am_your_host]

"I want to be anywhere you want me," he murmurs in reply, his eyelashes fluttering, his legs shifting against Sinric's.

"Will you take me?"

[thewidewideworld]

"If you'll permit me?" Sinric asks, a little shyly. "I want very much to. To bring you that pleasure."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee turns his face to him, looking at him with dark, hooded eyes. He presses his palm to Sinric's cheek

"Yes," he whispers without hesitation before kissing him. "Yes. Please."

[thewidewideworld]

"Then rise and come to bed with me." He smiles, kissing Emcee's cheek.

He steps out of the bath, offering Emcee a towel.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee remains sitting for a moment, watching Sinric as he gets up and steps over the rim of the tub, his body wet and gleaming. Then he follows, the steamy air quite like a sauna, and he takes the offered towel and begins to dry himself off.

He still watches Sinric with an intently desirous gaze.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles, aware of Emcee's eyes on him. He loves the way Emcee looks at him. The way it makes him feel. He gestures Emcee to follow, padding naked over the warm tiles to the bed chamber.