Emcee utters a purring chuckle at the stroke of Jay's tongue, his toes curling at the warmth of his breath on his skin.

He shifts his knees, widening his stance and tilting his hips. The different angle drives a throaty groan from him. The jets hit him in slightly different spots, too, and he squirms and writhes in unbridled pleasure.

"Oh god, Jay, this is fucking divine!" he gasps, pressing back against his body. He reaches back with one hand to grasp Jay's thigh.