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Emcee slides off his back onto his feet with a laugh.

"All right, all of that was incredibly silly, but it was worth it."

Jay laughs warmly and turns, still shirtless with his tee shirt hanging from his belt. He tosses it towards a washing basket.

"I'm glad. I didn't hurt you when I tackled you, did I?

He arches an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

"Darling, I have sex with Eric Northman. I can handle a bit of roughing up."

"Hmm, you've a point there." He drapes his arms loosely around Emcee's waist. "Doesn't mean rough and ready's all you crave?" He leans in to nibble Emcee's throat. "I guess it all depends what you're in the mood for."

"I just go with what feels like the most fun," he purrs, sweeping his hands over Jay's chest, at the same time tipping his head to the side so that he can do whatever he wants to his throat.

Jay purrs himself, somewhat deeper than Emcee. He kisses his way to the artery, that spot Eric so loves and covers it in a hot, open mouthed press - not sucking or marking. Not yet.

Emcee's eyelashes flutter at the press of his lips and he sighs, his breathing quickening. He slides one hand into Jay's hair, fingers curling in it. But he turns his face toward his ear to kiss it.

"Darling, be yourself," he whispers. Emcee knows what Jay is doing, and while it's nice, he doesn't need to imitate anyone else to turn him on.

Jay chuckles, realising what he's doing. "Sorry." He draws back to kiss Emcee, warm and rich. His hands slide along the hem of the sleeveless undershirt, seeking skin.

He hums into the kiss and deepens it, his breath warm on Jay's cheek.

Then, slipping his suspenders off his shoulders, he breaks the kiss only briefly enough to murmur, "That's much better," against Jay's lips, and he pulls his undershirt off and tosses it aside. Still as boyish and pale as ever, he resumes the kiss, standing on tiptoe to press bodily against him.

Jay keeps an arm around his waist, half lifting him as he reaches to pull at Emcee's belt.

Making swift work of his fly, and even swifter work of Jay's, he shoves Jay's pants down over his hips. All the while sipping kisses from his lips.

Jay steps out of his boots and pants, lifting Emcee out of his.

Emcee's boots are trickier so he playfully lifts Emcee over his shoulder to pull off his boots.

He yelps a laugh when Jay hefts him onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

But the view is nice.

He grabs Jay's ass, a cheek in each hand, and gives a squeeze.

Jay laughs, clenching his buns tightly as they're grabbed. But he gets Emcee's boots and socks off.

He carries Emcee over to the bed and lays him down, looming over him.

It's a great ass.

When he's laid down on the bed, he settles back with a sigh, looking up at Jay with sultry dark-rimmed eyes. Just the sight of his naked body starts to get him hard, and he parts his thighs, inviting him to do what he wants.

Jay looks down at him with so much in his eyes. Love, lust, desire, worry. All tangled up together.

He kneels on the edge of the bed, cupping Emcee's cheek to kiss him again. A knee slides between Emcee's thighs as Jay's kisses move over his neck and shoulder, down his chest.

Emcee doesn't think of anything else but now. And how much he wants his kisses, and how much he wants his touch.

He grasps Jay's shoulders, arching underneath him as his lips travel over his skin.

And he gets his wish. Jay worships Emcee with kisses, touches. Finding every good spot with strong, confident hands. He takes his time exploring, relearning Emcee's body and his pleasure.

He gently encourages Emcee's onto his front and gives his back the same treatment, skin gliding against kiss as he works his way up.

Jay's hands and lips are warm and attentive, and he moans with indulgent pleasure.

When he rolls over, he folds his arms under his head, turned slightly so that one smoky eye watches Jay over his shoulder. Jay's hot breath ghosts over his skin, driving purring sighs from his lips.

Jay's fully hard, his cock brushing Emcee's skin as he moves up, keeping his weight off Emcee as he massages Emcee's shoulders and kisses the nape of his neck.

He sighs deeply, rolling his shoulders and back like a cat under Jay's touch. Spreading his thighs further, he lifts his hips to rub against his body.

Jay groans softly, fitting himself between Emcee's thighs to rub slowly and lazily against him. He nuzzles Emcee's shoulder, peppering him with kisses as he moves his hips to press Emcee to the bed. "Like this, beautiful?"

Emcee slips his arms out from under his head to curl his fingers into the pillow. He pushes back against Jay's weight, wanting to feel his heat and solidness.

"Yes, darling," he sighs, his breathing getting heavier, faster.

Jay rubs against him a few more times, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. He would rather face Emcee but part of him is afraid of what must be showing on his face right now.

He slides a hand between them, slick and cool as he gently fingers Emcee to readiness.

He gasps softly at the slick sensation, his eyelids fluttering as he presses his face into the pillow.

He's ready soon enough, his own cock chafing on the bedsheets as he grinds back against Jay's hand.