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]

"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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans softly as Emcee's hands caress his skin and the straps, making him feel... well, the moan says it all.

He moves to knell behind Emcee, kissing his lower back and caressing his hips. His kiss works lower, teasing the top of his crack as he cups the globes of Emcee's ass.

He takes his time, almost ritual in his slow teasing preparations.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps and sighs at the warm kisses, the slow, caressing touches.

He decides that he rather enjoys rituals like this.

Turning his head, he watches Sinric over his shoulder with an eager, lusty gaze.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses lower, spreading Emcee wider. His lips and tongue trace the curve of Emcee's opening, licking him open slowly but deeply.

[i_am_your_host]

He inhales a sharper gasp, his back arching, his fingers curling into the furs. He clenches and unclenches reactively, muscles tensing at the sensation.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches for the oil, slicking his thumb. He eases it in, along side his tongue, tracing the flex of Emcee's muscles.

[i_am_your_host]

Another sharp gasp, punctuated by a sighing little moan.

"Oh, darling, you are so good at this," he says on a shuddering breath as he rolls his back like a cat.

[thewidewideworld]

He kisses up to the small of Emcee's back, his thumb sliding deeper to pump slowly. "I want this pleasure for you."

[i_am_your_host]

"And you will get--" A short, keening moan interrupts. "--every ounce of pleasure out of me."

He shifts his knees, spreading them a little further apart. Squeezing around Sinric's slick thumb, he slowly rocks his hips.

[thewidewideworld]

"That's what I desire most. Your utmost pleasure." Sinric whispers, kissing back down as he replaces his thumb with two fingers, stretching him slowly as he licks and teases the edges of Emcee's entrance.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tips his head back with another moan, louder and throatier. His thighs quiver with the effort of holding back from thrusting, but his self-restraint only adds to his arousal. He knows the payoff will be worth it. Even this teasing alone, what Sinric does for him, to him, is unmatched.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric holds on a little longer, adding a third slick finger till he's use Emcee is open and ready. He draws back, pressing soft kisses to the base of Emcee's spine as he slicks the cool jade, warming it between his hands.

He draws it up slowly, rubbing it between Emcee's thighs, along the underside of his jewels, his small hand tight on Emcee's hips, holding him in place.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is so very ready.

And at the first touch of the phallus, he exhales a shuddering sigh that tapers off into a half-laugh of delight.

Somehow it almost feels like Eric, except for the slickness and warmth and carved ridges. But there will be no mistaking that Sinric is behind him.