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]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mmm," he sighs thoughtfully, as he lays his head on the pillow and strokes her hair, gazing into her face. Into her eyes, which reflect back at himself.

"I have never felt compelled to be...more of a man, as they say. I am a man. And just the right amount of one, I think, for my tastes." He smiles. "But when I changed into a woman for Cubefall, it felt almost natural. That a woman was part of me, too. And my first partner as such?" His smile grows a bit wicked. "Eric Northman."

[thewidewideworld]

"No wonder you delight in it so. Master Serpent would be a powerful and compelling lover to share such a tender body with." She touches her nose very softly against his. "For me, I am very glad it was you."

"I have always straddled the line of male and female. Never truly one nor the other. The man's body perhaps feels closer to me, as it was the body I was born to rather than the body remade by the edge of a knife."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles softly at the gesture, sweeping the pad of his thumb over her fine cheekbone. And he nods in understanding, as they have always understood one another.

"We are who we are, darling, even if we aren't one thing or the other."

[thewidewideworld]

"We are sensation and song. We are the still water that reflects the desires of others, and we are the rushing river that hides powerful depths." Her eyes slip closed as she runs her hands over his flanks, feeling his skin, feeling herself as they press together.

"We are made by our pasts but sculptors of our futures." She draws him into a kiss, rolling him onto his back as she moves to straddle him. "Fact and mask both."