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 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.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives him one last kiss on the curve of his lower back before taking Emcee slowly. There's an intentional control to his movements, slow and deliberate, as if timing himself by the carved surface as he sinks into Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

The slow, measured push of the phallus into him makes his limbs tremble, makes his breathing catch in his throat with noises of pleasure.

As much as he wants to, he won't thrust back. Not yet. He wants Sinric to take him this way. To fuck him. And to take his own pleasure in fucking him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's pleasure is in bringing Emcee pleasure. He leans in to kiss Emcces's neck, fully seated and deep.

He starts to thrust, slowly at first, rolling his hips to find just the right angle.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets his head drop forward under his kiss with a drawn-out moan, as Sinric begins to move his hips, a dancer's hips that move so well. He spreads his thighs wantonly, changing the angle ever so slightly as he does so. He gasps as the head of the phallus strokes the right spot.

"Oh, yes, darling, yes," he groans, as he too, now begins to move his hips in counterpoint.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric runs his hands over Emcee's back, his fingers tracing some complex pattern before gently closing his hands around Emcee's shoulder, drawing him back into the thrusts.

He keeps the angle just so, bringing Emcee pleasure but easing back before he pushes him too close to the edge. He wants to draw this out.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sinuously arches his back under Sinric's hands, clenching around the phallus as it fills him. He wants more of it--more of Sinric.

"Darling," he pants, rearing back a little, and reaching back to run a hand down Sinric's thigh, "I need to see you. I want to watch you fucking me."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses the back of Emcee's neck again and nods, drawing back to withdraw.

He pushes Emcee onto his back, leaning in to kiss him again, deeply, possessively, as he pulls Emcee's hips around his waist and takes him again.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee feels a certain emptiness when Sinric withdraws. It makes him want him that much more.

He turns over and falls back onto the furs and cushions, and is immediately set upon by Sinric. His force and possessiveness surprises and thrills him, as he pushes the phallus into him once again.

Wrapping his legs around him, he shoves a hand into his damp mane of hair and returns the deep kisses just as fervently. His cock aches with arousal as it presses against Sinric's lower belly, chafing warmly with every thrust.

[thewidewideworld]

Topping brings out a side of Sinric he doesn't usually show. He doesn't usually acknowledge. But that he enjoys in his own way.

He bites a kiss to the side of Emcee's neck, fucking him deeper and harder now.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a gasping cry at the toothy kiss, his eyelashes fluttering, lips curling with delight.

He flashes back to Cubefall, when he was a woman and Sinric was a masculine man. How he had learned to be comfortable in that body, how to use his cock. He was hot then.

And he is hot now.

Emcee writhes underneath him, feeling Sinric's breasts pressed against his chest. He runs his hands down his sides, lithe and sensual, fingering the leather straps around his waist.

He pants and gasps his name, his head rolling back into the pillows with mounting ecstasy.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a warm growl, something primal and hungry. He reaches between them, stroking Emcee in steady counterpoint to his thrusts, tilting his hips so each thrust reaches his seat of pleasure.