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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 utters a choked groan, his breath hitching as he's pleasured with every move he makes. It almost becomes too intense, and his rhythm falters when Jay takes hold of him, trapped between his hips and his hand. Head tossed back with his hair in his eyes, he bucks and writhes underneath him, panting and moaning his name between oaths in German.

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runningred

Jay works him, tight and hard and fast. He want, needs Emcee's pleasure, wants him falling apart, wants him wild.

He thrusts, short and sharp, aiming to make every moment that one set past too much.

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i_am_your_host

He grabs at the sheets, his knees digging into the mattress, as his body is jostled by the force and fervor of Jay's thrusts.

Skin flushed and hot, his limbs start to tremble as Jay brings him closer and closer to the edge.

His moans turn into keening cries, eyes squeezed shut and face turned ceilingward. Then with one last drawn-out shout, he comes hard as every fiber in his body unravels, spiraling out of control.

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runningred

Jay fights to ride it out, to hold himself back from the edge as Emcee's release rips through him.

Fuck, he's beautiful!

With the last ounce of self control, he withdraws, flips Emcee over and with a low moan and the briefest touch, spills all over Emcee's stomach.

He falls to his hands, all weight on the bed as they both pant roughly.

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i_am_your_host

He utters a rough-throated grunt as Jay pulls out, letting himself flop onto his back when he's turned over. Still riding the aftershocks, he exhales a strained sigh at the gush of warmth over his skin as he tips his head back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering.

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runningred

Jay presses an apologetic kiss to Emcee's bared throat and falls down next to him, one hand resting on Emcee's hip.

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i_am_your_host

He purrs dreamily as he stretches like a cat, raking his fingers through his own hair.

"That was perfect, darling..."

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runningred

Jay can't help but run his hand down Emcee's long flank as he stretches, smearing a drop by his upper thigh as he does.

"I hope so." He smiles, leaning in to kiss Emcee's shoulder.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee gropes for his hand and brings his fingertips to his lips, flicking at each one with his tongue and tasting-- well, it could be himself, or Jay, or a combination. He then draws the tips of his fore- and middle fingers into his mouth and idly sucks at them like candy, his eyes half-closed.

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runningred

Jay lets out something between a purr and a growl, stroking Emcee's hip. "Gods, you're wild." He pulls Emcee closer, hugging him warmly against the cool of the night.

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i_am_your_host

He lets Jay pull him closer and he settles in against his body.

"Well, it wouldn't do for me to be tame, now would it?"

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runningred

"No-one could tame you." Jay smiles, stroking Emcee's back. In the afterglow, Jay's affectionate side comes out, gentle and tactile.

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i_am_your_host

"But wouldn't they like to try," he hums through a lazy chuckle, his eyelids drooping at his touch.

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runningred

Jay's touch moves to a firm massage, easing the kinks out of Emcee's shoulders while his skin is still warm. "If I ever do, feel free to bite and scratch me."

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i_am_your_host

He snorts, amused, as he rolls over to allow Jay to work at his shoulders.

"Not you, too? Eric seems to think I would fight like a kitten. ...I don't think he's entirely wrong, but still."

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runningred

"A wild thing should always fight with it's claws and teeth." Jay teases, kissing Emcee's shoulders. "And that's rich coming from Eric. Considering how much time he spends chewing on people."

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i_am_your_host

"Rawr," he growls, kittenishly, before breaking into a giggle.

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runningred

Jay laughs and kisses him, growling back softly and his hands work down Emcee's back.

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i_am_your_host

He chuckles warmly into the kiss and settles down with a sigh under his hands.

"Mmmph, feels like I haven't had one of your massages in ages."

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runningred

"Happy to indulge." Jay purrs, focusing on the knots in Emcee's lower back. "You feel like you need it." There's an implied question there but not one he'd ask aloud.

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i_am_your_host

"Yes, well," he sighs, resting his head on his folded arms, "none of my clients were masseuses. And it's not been a good year--"

It's then that he realizes that his left forearm is bare. He abruptly picks his head up and looks around, something slightly panicky in his movement.

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runningred

Jay rests a steadying hand on Emcee's shoulder. "It's okay. I saw earlier." His voice is soft and sad. "You don't have to hide with me."

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i_am_your_host

Emcee relaxes a little, but he shakes his head.

"No, I'm-- I'm not hiding anything, it's just--"

He searches the rumpled sheets for the handkerchief, looks on the floor beside the bed.

"Shit, it must have come off downstairs," he mumbles.

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runningred

Jay gets up and fetches a red and white bandanna from his cupboard. He sits on the edge of the bed, holding it out to Emcee.

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i_am_your_host

Emcee looks up at him, still shaking his head, and he sits up, reaching for his clothes on the floor.

"Thank you, darling, but-- I need mine back. It's-- a friend's. I have to find it. It's probably somewhere around the couches..."