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runningred

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Jay gallops up the stairs, making horse noises as he carries Emcee into his room. "My liege."

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i_am_your_host

He smiles against Jay's lips.

"That is a good point," he concedes. "But the universe doesn't care what any of us think either. Still, when nothing goes our way, we do manage to keep on doing whatever the fuck we want."

Draining his glass, he sets it aside before kissing him again. His kisses aren't sweet. They taste like gin.

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runningred

"Then we make our own way." Jay mutters between gin soaked kisses, pulling Emcee into his arms. "And we take help from whoever is willing to offer it." Wealthy, willing boytoys included.

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i_am_your_host

"That sounds like a wonderful plan."

Shifting his legs out from under himself, he moves to straddle Jay's lap. He takes his face in his hands and kisses him deeply, passionately, with a slow-burning hunger.

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runningred

Jay rests strong hands on his hips to steady him, kissing back with unhurried desire. They have all night and he'd all Emcee's.

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i_am_your_host

Lips still locked, he runs his fingers through Jay's hair, one hand fisting in it at the back of his head, the other skimming down his neck and over his chest.

He starts to move his hips in slow, sensual rolls, grinding down on him.

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runningred

Jay groans, running his hands over Emcee's back. Untucks Emcee's shirt, seeking skin with strong massaging hand.

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i_am_your_host

After a some moments of intense kissing, Emcee breaks contact, and playfully presses a finger to Jay's lips.

He then leans back and peels his tank top off, flinging it away over his shoulder. Raising himself up onto his knees, he starts to undo his fly, flipping one button loose at a time, looking down at Jay with a lusty smile on his lips.

He's getting the special lap dance.

Edited Date: 2016-01-18 04:56 am (UTC)

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runningred

Jay grins and leans back in the couch but then a thought crosses his mind. He holds up a finger. "One sec."

Thankfully the remote for the stereo is within reach and he flicks it in random and hopes.

By chance, the first song to come up is Chris Isaak's Baby did a bad bad thing.

Jay raises an eyebrow to see if Emcee approves.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee takes a moment to listen -- and a grin spreads across his face like honey.

Baby did a bad, bad thing indeed.

Teasingly leaving his fly undone, he leans on Jay's shoulders on his hands and starts to move his hips in tight little circles to the rhythm. Inching closer and closer to his face, until he can feel his breath on his lower belly.

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runningred

And Jay's breathing fast enough to be felt as he watches Emcee dance. He rests his hands on the top of the couch, his arms spread. At least until Emcee's permission to touch.

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i_am_your_host

Not touching is much more fun. At least at first.

Emcee rakes his teeth over his lower lip, his smoky eyelids hooded. As the song's urgency builds, and without missing a beat, he starts lowering his trousers. First the hip bones, lean and sinewy as he moves. Then, the treasure trail...

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runningred

Jay growls under his breath, his fingers clawed into the top of the couch to keep them there. His eyes rake Emcee's body - from lust heavy eyes to the smooth white skin and fine hair. He licks his lips, making no effort to hip how hot Emcee's got him.

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i_am_your_host

Jay's arousal coupled with the music is a tremendous turn-on. So as Emcee lowers his trousers just a little further down his hips, it becomes obvious that he's hard and straining against the inseam.

feel like cryin'
feel like cryin'

He throws an arm up over his head and grasps Jay's neck with his other hand while he grinds down on his lap, riding him like a cowboy.

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runningred

"Gods!" Jay groans, his jeans straining around the crotch. Somehow the choice not to put underwear on with his jeans is feeling like a serious mistake.

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i_am_your_host

baby did a bad, bad thing
baby did a bad, bad thing

With a wanton moan, Emcee rises up on his knees and slides a hand down his belly, down the front of his pants, as his hips continue to roll. With his other hand he grasps Jay's hair, keeping his face just inches away from his crotch.

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runningred

Jay growls roughly, extending his tongue in hope of catching a taste of the heat pouring off Emcee.

He is truly and painfully hard now, leaking and straining against the too tight denim. But his hands stay on the couch, even if his knuckles are white.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee runs his hands over Jay's shoulders and down his arms to grasp his wrists. He then places them on his hips, urging him to push his trousers down.

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runningred

The moment of having his wrists grasps draws a different sort of growl from Jay. A flash of something vulnerably hot.

But it's gone in a flash when he moves to follow Emcee's instructions. He hooks his thumbs through Emcee's belt loops, inching them down to reveal more of Emcee's glorious skin, down the curve of his hips and pelvis and down his thighs.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee is hard. He teasingly leans back just out of reach of Jay's mouth, before slipping from his grasp and getting to his feet to step out of his trousers.

Fully naked, he leans on Jay's thighs and parts them wider, sinking down to his knees between his feet. With a smirk on his lips, he mercifully unzips Jay's fly.

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runningred

Jay hums hungrily as Emcee's cock springs free, clearly straining to get a taste of him. His eyes never leave Emcee as he watches Emcee strip. "Gods! You're so damn gorgeous.

Jay's cock springs free with an appreciative gasp; leaking, hot and damn near purple.

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i_am_your_host

"Mmm, I could say the same about you," Emcee purrs, blatantly eying his cock. He dips his head and flicks his tongue all the way up the underside of its shaft, moaning breathily at its solidness and heat.

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runningred

Jay shakes, leaking like a teenager and swearing like a sailor, head thrown back.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee smiles to himself, as it doesn't seem that Jay will last very long, but that's all right. He's counting on it.

He flattens his tongue and paints a long lick up Jay's cock, before taking the tip between his lips. Sucking at him with slow, deliberate swallows, taking him in deeper and deeper, he groans at the taste of him.

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runningred

It's not easy for Jay's language to get any filthier but he makes a damn good go if it.

Unable to keep his hand to himself, he strokes Emcee's hair, eyes never leaving him. "Emcee! Oh fuck, I'm gunna-"

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i_am_your_host

Emcee pulls back just enough, keeping his lips pursed tightly around the head of Jay's cock when he comes.

His eyelids flutter and he moans, his mouth filled. He swallows, dragging his tongue along the shaft for good measure before releasing him. Licking his lips and daintily wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, he crawls up onto Jay's lap again.