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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[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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee leaves the towel and his robe, just as comfortable in his own nakedness, and follows after Sinric.

He sits on the bed, running his fingers through the furs, enjoying the way it feels on his bare legs.

"I'm quite excited about this," he murmurs, his lips twitching in a little smile.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stands over him for a moment, touching Emcee's chin to draw him to look up. He leans in to kiss Emcee with an assertiveness he doesn't often show.

He crosses to the chest beside the bed and received a lacquered box. He sets it on the bed and unpacks it. He makes a slow show of revealing the jade phallus, in all it's beautiful and intricacy.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee notices the subtle change in Sinric's kiss. He likes it.

And he watches, dark eyed with growing lust, as he reveals the phallus.

With a quick lick of his lips he asks, "Will you let me help you put it on?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and steps forward with it, setting it into Emcee's hand as he readied the fine leather belt and harness that fits smugly around his hips and thighs.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee almost reverently takes the phallus, knowing that it was a special gift to Sinric. It is a work of art as well.

He slips to the floor onto his knees at Sinric's feet.

He's already aroused.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric does up the buckles, settling it in place over his own small member.

He reaches down to cup Emcee's chin, his hips tilting in a small thrust of the jade phallus as it rests in Emcee's hands.

"On the bed, on your knees." He orders softly. "Let me ready you."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slides his fingertips over the leather straps as Sinric adjusts the buckles, ensuring for the sake of it that he is comfortable. And simply to touch him. The leather is fine and incredibly supple, conforming to the curves of his thighs, and almost melding with his soft skin.

The phallus in place, still nestled in his hand, he raises his eyes to Sinric.

He then climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees, his back bowed and his thighs parted.