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]

--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."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles, the sound warm and bright.

"I would never dream of causing you such an offense," he assures him.

"Oh-- I should probably check on George before we settle down for the night. I wouldn't want him to get lonely."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and steals another kiss before getting up. He picks up the phallus and it's elaborate box, setting them on a cloth to clean while Emcee is settling George. There's something pleasurably simple about the ritual of cleaning the phallus before putting it away. A way to reflect on the pleasures shared.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles and leaves Sinric to his chores, wandering comfortably barefoot and naked around the corner into the music space. There he finds George still rocking and rolling to whatever is playing on those headphones.

"Are you not tired yet?" Emcee laughs, as he lifts the headphones off the drone's dome.

George utters a sad, whining bleep, because he wants to listen to music the whole night through.

"Well, I obviously can't make you go to bed or anything. All right, then. You're lucky you're so cute."

He kisses the top of his dome and sets the headphones back on, before padding back to the sleeping area.

"He wants to keep listening," he informs Sinric in the tones of a beleaguered parent as he climbs back into bed.

[thewidewideworld]

"There's is a wealth of music there. And he won't disturb us." Sinric smiles, carefully checking each of the carvings in turn to be sure before soaking a cloth in oil to polish the phallus. "I can't see any harm in it."

[i_am_your_host]

"No, neither can I," he says, sighing a little as he stretches out on the furs and settles back against the cushions, watching Sinric clean and polish the phallus.

"I know he's neither a child nor a pet that needs looking after, but after being in his company for a while now, I can't help thinking, does he get enough rest? Is he happy? Is he hungry? ...I-- uh, don't think he actually eats, but still! It's a concern."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly. "A sign of the fondness between you." There's a ritual grace to his motions.

He finishes and packs everything away before joining Emcee on the bad.

[i_am_your_host]

When Sinric joins him, he pulls the furs over them both and wraps his arms around him as he had wished. And which Emcee gladly does so.

"I would ask the same questions of you," he says, holding him close and kissing his temple. "And everyone else I care for."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cuddles into Emcee's arms, slight and lean and warm. "There are many here to be fond of. Many here worthy of that affection. We're both very luck in that."

[i_am_your_host]

"That is very true."

And, also luckily, many who feel the same fondness for them.

Emcee still thinks it a wonder that so much effort was put into saving his life.

He sighs, yawns, and closes his eyes.

"I know you like the mornings, darling," he then murmurs, his voice heavy and drowsy but still with tint of wryness. "Forgive me if I sleep right through sunrise."

[thewidewideworld]

"Sleep deeply, my dear friend. I will rise at dawn but I'll return to bed not long after. if you don't mind me returning to your embrace."

[i_am_your_host]

"I would wake up just to hold you again," he assures him, and then adds with a smile in his voice, "before falling asleep until noon."

He yawns again, and tucks his head against Sinric's, breathing in the scent of his hair.

"Sleep well, darling..."

Eventually Emcee drifts off into a deep and dreamless slumber, aided not by copious amounts of alcohol, but by a genuine sense of comfort and security. He hasn't felt this in a long time.