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]

He huffs a laugh against his skin.

"Mmm, I cannot wait to find out how that will taste," he murmurs, before planting a warm, lingering kiss to the pit of his throat.

"Right. I ought to get out of bed and fetch a rat before I eat you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric wraps his legs around Emcee's thighs, rubbing slowly against him. "I would hardly object. But yes, we should."

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, so it's like that.

"Yes, well, it would be the most logical thing to do, seeing as how hungry we both are," he says, scraping his teeth lightly over his skin while slowly moving his hips in return.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers warmly and cups the globes of Emcee's rear.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee raises himself up on his hands, planted on either side of Sinric's shoulders. His hips gyrate, slow and serpentine, grinding him into the piles of soft furs.

He's growing hard and is making sure Sinric feels it.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric groans and strokes his way up Emcee's back. "I will beg you to take me if you keep doing that." Not that he's objecting. At all. He grinds back, pressing his chest up so his soft breasts are warm against Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee bows his back under his hands and rolls his hips.

"You never have to beg with me, darling," he murmurs with a moan, "unless you want to, of course..."

[thewidewideworld]

"I would beg you, my dear mirror." He cupping the back Emcee's neck, nuzzling his throat. "I would beg a taking I rarely desire. But with you, I find I desire it. Because I trust you, because I know I want this joy with you." He kisses Emcee deeply and rolls over beneath him, offer Emcee his back.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee flushes hot at his words as much as his kiss, as much as the feel of his body beneath him. And when he turns over, showing him how much he trusts him, his own desire grows exponentially.

He slowly lowers himself to lay on top of him. He's not heavy, but he rests most of his weight on his elbows as he sweeps Sinric's long hair aside. He kisses the back of his neck, his shoulder. His lips grazing the scars.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric raises himself on his elbows a little bit, arching his neck to expose more of his scarred skin. He presses back against Emcee, spreading his legs wider.

[i_am_your_host]

He purrs softly, his breath warm on Sinric's skin. And he's already hard, the length of his flesh pressing between his buttocks.

"I like the oils you use," he murmurs near his ear. "Do you have any at hand?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and reaches out with one hand to fetch the oil from dresser. "Please, don't be too gently with me. I want to feel you deeply."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes the little vial of oil, their fingers tangling for a moment. He bends his head to nuzzle the back of his ear with a nod.

"I can give you what you want," he murmurs in a low tone that heavily implies that he'll enjoy doing it, too.

He rears back on his knees to slick himself up just enough with a few drops of the oil. He then touches Sinric along the insides of his thighs, kneading them, spreading them wide.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans warmly, spreading his thighs wide. "Please? My beloved brother."

[i_am_your_host]

The way the word brother translates just barely makes it sound taboo. But Emcee likes that he thinks of him as such. And he himself feels the same way.

He lines himself up with Sinric, and with a slow thrust, he pushes the head of his cock into him and holds it there, grasping his hips so he doesn't push back. He savors this sensation for a moment, wanting to hear him plead for more.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes! Oh, please! I need you." Sinric cries out, his mother tongue Greek falling from his lips as he tries to push back, feeling Emcee's hands tighten on him.

[i_am_your_host]

And that is all Emcee really needs to hear.

He sinks his cock into him in one smooth push of his hips, a hissing moan escaping through his teeth.

And then he lies down on top of him again, his knees keeping Sinric's legs apart as he thrusts over and over. His breath is hot on the back of his neck as one hand slips under his body to cup one of his breasts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric trembles and moans. It's perfect, just the side of rough he needs without being too much. Emcee's weight in him is hot without being threatening.

When Emcee cups his breast he clenches tight, whimpering words of encouragement.

[i_am_your_host]

Being of similar size and build, Emcee's weight isn't crushing, and he feels no need to dominate. Only to please and be pleased.

He buries his face in the crook of his neck and shoulder, giving him wet, open-mouthed kisses. With one hand gently squeezing and kneading his breast, the other hand slips down to stroke him between his legs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't want dominance. He wants trust. He wants to feel vulnerable and safe. Exposed and protected. Taken and give.

And Emcee gives him that.

His moans and cries sing under the domed roof. He thrusts into Emcee's hand, and back into Emcee's thrusts.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee groans against the nape of Sinric's neck, his lips curling in a smile.

He tightens his arms around him. Not to restrain, but joyously hugging him as they fuck. Sharing their bodies with one another, somehow already knowing what the other wants. How rough, how soft, how fast or slow.

He reaches as deeply as he can, thrusting and grinding, relishing every little way Sinric's body responds.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cranes his neck to kiss Emcee, hot and sloppy. He whimpers endearments in Greek and Latin. He arches back, guiding Emcee's thrusts to hit him just so. He's closer to the edge, shuddering and moaning.

[i_am_your_host]

He half-growls half-chuckles into the hungry kiss, and presses his cheek to his, panting against his skin with each buck of his hips. There may be no magic lacing Sinric's words, but his voice is just as enchanting without it, every part of him just as desirable.

He also starts to tremble, his thighs straining though he wants to keep going. He'll keep going until he falls apart and brings Sinric with him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's pleasure is too sweet, too pure and wild to control his own magic. What magic is in his cries is just as wild.

His body tightens, clenching tight as the wildness in his gut tightens. He can feel the fall coming, powerful and perfect.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's voice rises with Sinric's, blending perfectly like sweetness and spice, one never overpowering the other.

They're close, so very close.

He presses on, holding onto Sinric, as they both reach the precipice. And here every limb and muscle tightens, every nerve unravels. With a gasp and a cry, Emcee comes in a burst of exhilaration and ecstasy.