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Emcee drops his coat on the floor and reaches up to cup Jay's face in his hands, deepening the kiss as a whine trails away in his throat. He doesn't know if he can take it this slowly, he just wants him right now.

Jay can feel the urgency, the need in Emcee's kiss. He returns it with equal passion, his hands sliding inside Emcee's clothes. Jay's strong, warm hands traces the curve of his lower back and down onto his ass.

{ooc: sorry for the vanishing act.}

Standing on tiptoe to keep his mouth pressed to his, he sheds his shirt and shakes it free before encircling Jay's neck firmly in his arms. With Jay's hands on his ass, he hefts himself up, wrapping his legs around his waist. And he's still kissing him.

Jay lifts and holds him with ease, his strong body pressed against Emcee as he leans them against the wall. He has no plans to make this a quick fumble against the wall but there's something definite and solid about pining Emcee's body between himself and a hard surface. Something reassuringly in the here and now to push away any what ifs.

Once he's pinned to the wall, he breaks the kiss and takes a ragged breath. Not exactly calming, but there is the distinct sense that rushing isn't necessary. Jay wants him, and he has him, and they have the entire night.

Emcee kisses him again, one arm hooked around his neck, his free hand combing roughly through his hair.

Jay buzies himself molesting the curve of Emcee's neck, kissing and nipping and suck. Hell, it's got to be a kinky for them both by now.

Emcee is naked in his arms while Jay's still fully dressed but he makes no move to strip just yet. It's enough just to touch and hold the warmth of him, moaning as Emcee pulls at his hair.

With a grunting moan, he tips his head to the side to give Jay better access to his neck. He tightens his legs around him as he writhes a little, grinding against his body, bare skin chafing on the fabric of his clothes.

Jay moans again and goes for that spot, low on the neck, right where Eric loves to bite and sucks a dark red mark as he grinds back.

Sick of clothes, he carries Emcee to the bed and lays him down, kissing him deeply before pulling back to strip.

Jay knows he has a good body and shows it off with a whore's confidence, his stormy blue eyes never leaving Emcee's. All of this is for him - hard muscle and harder cock. All of it is for Emcee alone.

He exhales a delirious moan when Jay attacks that spot, half-expecting him to break the skin and draw blood. But then the next thing he knows, he's laid out on his back, Jays mouth pressing down on his own. He grasps his shoulders to keep him close, but he pulls back to take off his clothes.

Good idea.

He watches him breathlessly, tearing his eyes away from his gaze to shamelessly sweep down his naked body. He licks his lips as his fingers itch to touch him, and he invitingly parts his legs, wanting to feel his body between his thighs.

An offer Jay can hardly refuse. He pads back to the bed, kissing Emcee again as he settles between those thighs. Taking his weight on his elbows, he touches and kisses, breathing in the scent of gin and smoke and need.

Edited 2015-01-24 22:53 (UTC)

He wraps his legs around his waist again, raising his hips to meet Jay's own. His cock rubs up against his, and he breathes out a moan, his toes curling against the backs of his thighs. Losing himself in the kiss, he skims his palms up Jay's sides, fingertips following his lean lines. He grasps his firmly muscled shoulders and arches underneath him, wanting him to take him.

Jay whispers Emcee's name between soft groans, each grind of their bodies making him hotter and hotter.

He kisses across Emcee's shoulder, nuzzling down to his nipples. Hot, soft lips envelope and tease him, wanting to hear Emcee moan.

He utters a short, throaty cry cut off by a gasp for air when he feels Jay's mouth on his nipple. Rolling his head back into the pillow in cat-like ecstasy, he buries his fingers in Jay's hair, tugging at it but without pulling his head away from his chest.

His sighs become moans, his moans become a jumble of German and English interspersed with Jay's name, and all the while he grinds up against the solidness of his body and his cock.

Jay returns the favour, groaning just as roughly as Emcee pulls his hair. He keeps kisses his way over Emcee's chest, returning to caress his nipples again.

He moves strong hands over Emcee's skin, loving the feel of the finely muscled dancer's physic.

He eases back without breaking contact, hand reaching for the lube he knows is in the top drawer of his dresser.

His touch is electric, sending shivers up and down his body as he arches reactively against his hands.

Like Eric and David, Jay could easily bruise and hurt him with those hands, but he doesn't. Not without his say so.

Jay laps playfully at the red mark on Emcee's neck, fingering him slowly. He loves the smoothness of Emcee's skin, the way his heel digs into the meat of Jay's thigh as he flexes with each slow stroke. He knows Emcee can take it rough but he doesn't want that. Not tonight.

He whispers a soft word in an all but lost African dialect and looks deep into Emcee's eyes before kissing him.

Emcee sighs heavily against his ear, one hand clutching the back of his neck, the other stroking the arm that reaches down between their bodies.

He meets his gaze from under hooded eyelids. The whispered word falls on his skin. And he melts under his kiss with a soft whimper, letting him have his way.

"Beautiful." He whispers between kisses, slicking himself before pulling their bodies together.

As always, he holds Emcee's eye a moment, waiting for a show of permission before entering Emcee with a long, slow slide.

His skin flushes hot. There is nothing but desire in his eyes as he anticipates Jay's next move. And when he finally enters him, he exhales a sighing groan, arching his neck and tossing his head back into the pillow. He tilts his hips up, taking Jay in deeper, desperate to be filled by him.

Jay kisses that arched neck, wrapping an arm around Emcee's waist to lift him into his slow, deep thrusts.

He brushes Emcee's hair back with a tender hand, holding his eye as he pulls him close.

It's a dance again, slow and intimate. He slides his arms around Jay's neck, fingertips pressing into the muscles of his shoulders with each thrust. He doesn't thrust back, not yet. For now he just enjoys being fucked.

But Emcee is hard, and the friction on his cock trapped between their bodies eventually spurs him on to grind against him in counterpoint to his thrusts. His movements are still unhurried, following Jay's slow and sensual pace.

Jay keeps up a gentle pace, trading soft kisses and whispered words. Just like the dance, he leads gladly, making sure his partner feels safe in his arms.

He nuzzles the side of his neck with open-mouthed kisses, sighing against his skin, murmuring his name. Jay's warmth, his solidness inside him, the movement of his hips between his thighs-- it all overwhelms him, and he clings tighter to him, wanting him even deeper.

Jay pulls them upright, Emcee straddling his lap to take him deeper. Strong arms keep Emcee safe and supported, his thighs moving them into a steady rhythm. He purrs softly into Emcee's neck, sucking softly on the lope of his ear.

When Jay lifts him upright, he sinks down onto his lap with a breathy groan. With his arms around him, it leaves his hands free to touch him, fingers roaming over his shoulders, chest, stomach, muscles in motion with every thrust. He turns his head toward him, purring warmly against his ear.

Jay growls softly, nuzzling and touching Emcee in return. Gods, the heat of Emcee, the closeness of his body makes Jay ache to fuck him harder and deeper but he wants to draw this out, make it last for as long as he can. "Emcee, beautiful Emcee!"

He cups Emcee's ass, lifting him into each thrust, as much to keep himself for thrusting too fast.

As far as Emcee is concerned, Jay can do whatever he likes with him. It doesn't matter how hard, how fast, or how long, only that they keep fucking.

He gasps when Jay grabs his ass, finding the manhandling arousing. Groaning through clenched teeth, he leans bodily against him and holds on, fingers curled around his biceps.

Jay pants into his neck, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. He moves Emcee up and down his cock, fighting to keep the feeling of Emcee's weight and closeness from overwhelming him. His fingers dig softly into the meat of Emcee's rear, working them both harder and higher.

He tips his face against his shoulder, moaning and sighing as he clings to him, letting himself be fucked completely and thoroughly. He licks and scrapes his teeth over his skin, tasting sweat. His hands roam over his arms before pressing flat against his hard chest, catching his nipples in the crooks of his fingers.

Bracing himself slighly on his knees, he clenches around Jay's cock each time he's lifted up.

Jay moans and fucks him harder, his rhythm faltering. Fuck, oh fuck Emcee's amazing. He slides and hand between their bodies, wrapping a firm hand around Emcee's cock. "Wanna... see you cum."

Panting breathlessly, and holding onto Jay's shoulders, he leans his upper body backwards a little so that they both can see Jay's hand gripping his cock.

He then starts riding him in earnest, rising and sinking on his knees, fucking his hand, and being fucked.

Jay groans, fighting to hold on just a little longer. He grits his teeth, stroking Emcee faster. "Oh gods! Beautiful man, so beautiful." He holds Emcee tight hand fucks him just as hard. Neither of them is going to last long.

The sounds of their rising voices and sweat-damp skin hitting sweat-damp skin fill the room. Emcee's short, sharp grunts grow louder and louder with each of Jay's thrusts. His fingers dig hard into Jay's shoulders as his thighs begin to burn with exertion and his cock aches with the need for release. Jay drives him closer and closer to the edge, so close he can taste it, so close that he's going to bring Jay with him--

He suddenly throws his head back with a cry as his whole body goes rigid. He comes all over Jay's hand and clenches impossibly tight around him at the same time.

There's not way Jay could hold on through that. Not with the taste of Emcee's sweat on his lips, the heat of cum on his skin and the unbearable clench of Emcee's perfect body. He groans Emcee's name, falling over the edge with him.

He pants into Emcee's neck, holding him close. "Oh gods, Emcee!"

It's a good thing that Jay can still hold him close because he would just about slump backwards off his lap if he didn't.

Through the haze he utters a breathless, trimphant laugh, feeling as if he'd just endured something great and wonderful. He slides his arms around Jay's neck, pressing his face against it, exhausted.

Jay laughs warmly and lays them both down, still inside Emcee as they fall back against the pillow. He takes his time, stroking Emcee's hair and sharing soft kisses as they both come down.

He smiles languidly up at him, purring and stretching, still feeling Jay inside him and wanting to keep him there.

"You were fantastic, darling," he murmurs between kisses. "I'm glad the haircut didn't affect your prowess or else I would've had to nickname you Samson."

"I can still bring the pillars down, darling. I promise you that." Jay laughs softly, tucking an arm around Emcee and playing with the drops of sweat as they inch over Emcee's beautiful form.

"Mmm, you can indeed," he says with a purring chuckle, before sipping a kiss from his lips. He then sighs deeply, content and satiated, as he curls his toes into the sheets as the last waves of pleasure course through him.

Jay moans softly, sharing the little aftershock of joy. He rubs his thumb softly over Emcee's jaw, nuzzling his neck and the mark he left there. "Your company is rather inspiring of feats of strength."

He closes his eyes and smiles at his touch and his breath on his damp skin.

"Or perhaps you just like to show off," he teases, running his hands down his well-muscled back.

"Maybe a little." Jay smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Emcee's head.

With infinite care, he removes himself from Emcee before they both become too sticky and uncomfortable but he makes no move to get up. He doesn't want to let go of Emcee any time soon.

He smirks.

And he would wrap his legs around Jay's waist again, but no, too tired.

And he's not going anywhere, as evidenced by his refusal to break free from Jay's arms.

And Jay would pick him up and fuck him into the wall just to prove the point but that's going to have to wait. 20 minutes at least. And this is far too nice.

Although the chill air is starting to seep in so Jay pulls a blanket up around them both to keep in the warmth. Falling asleep like this feels like it could be a very good thing to do.

A very good thing indeed. Jay will hear no protestations from Emcee.

He sighs again, the warmth of his breath filling what little space there is between them.

"You know, darling," he murmurs drowsily, "if at any point during the night you wake up with an overwhelming urge to fuck me again, just let me know."

Edited 2015-01-28 07:55 (UTC)

Jay chuckles and noses Emcee's hair. "Gladly, my dear. As long as you're happy to wake me if the same urge overwhelms you." Jay's just as happy to go either way.

He briefly opens his eyes just to peck him on the chin.

"You're fun."

With that, he shuts his eyes again and presses close against him.

Jay knows that Emcee isn't really a cuddler. In fact he usually prefers to leave after a few rounds of sex.

But this is different. This is what he wants tonight.

And Jay is very happy about it indeed. He strokes Emcee's hair till he falls asleep, holding him close.

He closes his own eyes, letting sleep drift over him and enjoying the idea of one or either of them waking each other up for more.