Cubefall: Sinric/Aureus

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee opens the door to his room and leads Aureus inside.

The shades are up and the windows are open to the night air. The large bed is neatly made, with soft, dark linens and down pillows. On the table near the plush loveseat are glasses and bottles of wine and other liquor, and a gramophone.

"Would you like something to drink?" he offers.

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[thewidewideworld]

She looks up at him with wide, golden eyes, trusting him to guide her.

Her eyes roll back, just feeling as she parts his legs, welcoming him in. She's still so very wet, so very ready. She arches up to meet he, opening to him.

[i_am_your_host]

He dips his head to brush feather-light kisses over her cheek, as he slips his hand between their bodies to guide himself in. He presses into her slowly, gently, pausing at just the tip. His breath is hot and ragged on her skin when he feels her flesh close like lips around him.

[thewidewideworld]

She buries one hand in his hair, the other resting on his hip, unsure if to pull him closer or keep him still. Even the tip of his manhood feels - strange, wonderful, frightening, utterly different to what Sinric is use to.

She kisses him deeply, shaking just a little.

[i_am_your_host]

"Relax," he whispers into her mouth between slow, heated kisses, "and breathe."

He slides a hand underneath her, palm flat against her lower back as if holding her in a dance. That, perhaps, will be a familiar feeling amidst such newness.

[thewidewideworld]

She nods and breathes deeper, looking into Emcee's eyes with trust and desire.

The shift in positions does help but it also means Emcee slips a little deeper into her. There's a short, bright burst of pain and then it feels good, feels better.

The action leaves a small smear of blood. It would seem in this form, Sinric is a virgin. Or was.

[i_am_your_host]

He meets her eyes, breathing with her, his other hand cradling her head as he strokes her cheekbone with his thumb.

"Are you all right?" he asks when he feels her body tense up with pain.

[thewidewideworld]

She nods, mildly confused. "There was pain for a moment but it has passed." She kisses him softly. "Please don't stop."

[i_am_your_host]

"It's your first time," he murmurs as he returns the kisses. "Tell me if it's too much."

He's had practice in taking his time, though her tightness is a challenge to withstand. He could come right now if he let himself.

With a heavy sigh across her cheek, he presses deeper with a sensuously slow thrust of his hips until he fills her.

[thewidewideworld]

She frowns, taking a moment to understand that. After all, he's only ever been with women here and always male lovers turned to woman.

"I will." The words a swept away in a long moan as Emcee enters her utterly. Her pale lashes flutter, her voice breathless and sweet. "Oh! Oh, yes."

[i_am_your_host]

He draws his hips back, just as slowly, to indulge in feeling the length of him glide through her wetness, then thrusts again.

"You feel wonderful, darling," he says in a low, rasping moan, as he plants kisses down the side of her neck.

[thewidewideworld]

For someone who lives by a silver tongue, she can't find the words to answer, words to describe how good, how strange, and right this feels. She can only feel - feel the heat and weight of him, filling her. The way her body opens to him, pulls him close. The tightness in her belly at each deep thrust.

[i_am_your_host]

He feels her body taking him in, and he can't help the smile that curves his lips and brightens his sighs. Because this does feel right, as right as everything else they've ever done.

He presses deep and moves his hips in a slow, grinding circle, touching her innermost spots.

[thewidewideworld]

She gasps as he touches something deep within her. Like the seat of pleasure in men but different. Not as sharp or urgent but just as compelling. She looks deep into Emcee's eyes, seeing desire reflected there. Knowing he feels this as deeply as she does.

[i_am_your_host]

Her body's reaction ripples through her, and through to him. His desire, his pleasure, his everything is there for her to see and feel.

As he continues to move his hips, he slides his hand from her back up her side, so svelte and smooth. He caresses her breast, chafing her nipple, and dots the corners of her lips with kisses.

[thewidewideworld]

His touches changed the texture of her pleasure, drawing it into heights she didn't expect and she moans wildly. She clenches around him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts with renewed vigour.

[i_am_your_host]

He gasps sharply.

"Yes," he breathes out, brushing his lips against hers as if sharing one another's moans.

Their hips easily find a rhythm, all at once familiar but new. New sensations, new heights of pleasure, but the same joy and passion that was always there between them.

[thewidewideworld]

The same as yet utterly new. And overwhelming. So overwhelming. She clings to him as her moans become choppy and sharp, and then become little breathless cries.

The intensity is building again and she'd no longer sure how long she can bear it.

[i_am_your_host]

His cries also reach an almost fever pitch, more guttural and throaty than hers, and he angles his hips and increases the pace of his thrusts as if running toward the edge of a cliff--

"yes yes yes oh YES--"

He can't hold anything back any longer. He thrusts deeply into her and comes hard, every muscle in his body going rigid as his orgasm overwhelms him, almost blindingly so as he squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees stars.

[thewidewideworld]

She whimpers joyously as he spills into her, feeling the heat of his passion. She clings to him, pulling him close, her chest heaving with his.

She buries her face in his neck, panting wildly.

[i_am_your_host]

He melts on top of her, his arms around her, panting into her hair. In this state he feels almost completely merged with her, sweat and cum holding them together.

His heart beats hard and fast as he comes down. Pounding in his chest through hers.

Eventually, a soft laugh floats in on his breath.

[thewidewideworld]

She buries a hand in his hair, just holding onto him as the world slowly comes back into focus.

The laugh makes her smile and she draws back just enough to kiss him softly.

[i_am_your_host]

He hums a sigh of pleasure into the kiss, deep and content. And for a few moments, it's just their lips and tongues and breath that speak without words.

After a while, he does manage to murmur,

"I don't want to move."

[thewidewideworld]

"Maybe just enough so I can breathe?" She asks softly, smiling playfully as she rolls them onto their sides "I've always been small but I'm smaller still now."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," he chuckles, ducking his head against the curve of her neck to nuzzle her apologetically.

"You really are a beautiful, delicate thing..." He plants warm kisses down her pale, slender throat.

[thewidewideworld]

She laughs sweetly, exposing her throat to his kisses. "I fear I am. At least in this body. I almost miss the strength I felt last year. But this is wonderful too. Strange and wonderful."