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 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.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee sings out a shout that reaches the roof, echoing back in peals of unbridled joy.

His hands graze over Sinric's waist and hips, following their movement. He has never felt him thrust like this, never felt those slender muscles work as they do now. It makes his cock throb and strain against Sinric's hand.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric grips the base of Emcee's manhood, holding him tight to keep him close to the edge. The song of Emcee's pleasure echoes so beautifully under the roof.

Sinric lifts his own voice, singing a series of swift complex notes that resonate powerfully, carrying the sharp edge of pleasure in them. In a way that's more than human.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelids flutter as his neck arches sharply, his whole body gripped in the throes of a passion that comes upon him like a sudden wave. Yet it doesn't subside, only grows more powerful, spreading through him as if through his veins.

It is Sinric's doing. He can feel the magic. But he isn't afraid, and he lets it carry him where it will. There is a much needed freedom to it.

And his own voice grows louder and brighter with ecstasy as he writhes like a lusty serpent, rolling his back and shoulders, reaching up to grab the headboard with one hand, the other burying itself in his own hair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric draws his pleasure out with the song, riding the crest of the wave like a dolphins in the Aegean sea. He keeps thrusting, keep stoking, keeps Emcee on the very edge that he might feel it all the longer and deeper.

[i_am_your_host]

It is a strange yet exhilarating sensation to be kept at that peak of pleasure without tipping over one way or the other. A state of continuous arousal--it doesn't ebb, nor does it flow too much to come.

He laughs and giggles between his moans and sighs, intoxicated and joyous. Sometimes his cries blend with Sinric's singing, sometimes the discord spirals into a cacophony of sound. It uplifts him and fills him.

He releases the headboard to touch Sinric's breast, taking even more pleasure in its softness.

[thewidewideworld]

The touch on his breasts makes Sinric moan, the spell faltering on his lips. He can't keep them on edge much longer. He arching into the touch, pressing Emcee's hand.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee can feel the threads of the spell coming loose, but it doesn't diminish his arousal. In fact it intensifies. For every song must reach a climax.

With a trembling gasp, his hips buck against Sinric's hand, clenching around the phallus. He cups both of his breasts in his hands, nipples chafing on his palms with each move.

His cries become raw, rising in pitch, rising in ecstasy--

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans and thrusts deeper. The spell broken, the wave begins to break over them both. He leans in to kiss Emcee deeply, stroking him faster. "My mirror. Let me have your pleasure."

[i_am_your_host]

--and Emcee comes.

Hard, explosively, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all, his shouts and cries echoing above them.

It's...magical.

And then his whole body goes limp, completely spent. But the descent from this high will be slow, and he's going to enjoy every moment of that, too.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws with care, removing the phallus and sets it aside so he can lay with Emcee. He cuddles close, stroking Emcee's chest softly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee exhales a whine, his toes curling, when Sinric withdraws from him, but then he stretches like a cat, luxuriating in the sensation of the furs and pillows on his flushed skin. He welcomes Sinric's closeness and turns his head to nestle his cheek against his hair.

"Mmm, darling, that was magnificent," he purrs warmly, his words slightly slurred as if drunk.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and presses gently kisses over Emcee's shoulder. "I'm very glad you enjoyed it. You were magnificent. Your song was so beautiful."

[i_am_your_host]

"My song?" he chuckles breathily. "Well, I think we did indeed make beautiful music together."

He touches his face, lightly skimming his fingertips along his jaw.

"You have such wonderful gifts."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs slightly under the touch. "Forgive me. I should have asked before using the magic but it felt right."