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]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

"Yes, it felt very right," he murmurs in complete agreement and at ease with it. "I shouldn't be forgiving you, but thanking you."

He lifts Sinric's face closer and leans in to press a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles warmly into the kiss, returning it lingeringly. "Thank you for sharing it with me. I don't often play the paedicator, but when I do it is... a powerful feeling."

[i_am_your_host]

He nods and smiles, idly smoothing down a long lock of blond hair flowing over his arm.

"You took to it well," he chuckles, nuzzling his cheek. Moving his lips to his ear, he then whispers raspily, "I liked it."

[thewidewideworld]

A warm shiver passes through his frame, still sensitive and bright from their love making (and the magic still making his lips tingle.) "As did I. But with you, there's very little I can imagine not enjoying."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mmmm," he sighs in contented agreement, resting their heads together.

"I think we must strive to find out if there is something we don't enjoy. And in doing so, find out how many more things we do enjoy. Just to be sure." He grins and kisses his ear.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and runs his fingers down the centre of Emcee's chest. "There are so many delights in the world to explore. It would be a pleasure to explore them with you."

[i_am_your_host]

"A marvelous endeavor indeed," he purrs.

With another sigh, it feels as if his body and all his limbs become heavy. Comfortably tired, but not weary.

"May I spend the night here?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric stirs to press a kiss on Emcee's cheek. "I would be offended if you left. I was very much looking froward to sleeping in your arms."