Any words quickly dissolve into shouts that bounce and echo off the tiled walls. Each thrust jostles him, rattles him, keeps him from catching his breath. His vision swims for a moment when he realizes that directly behind Jay is the sink-- with a mirror over it.

And there he is in its reflection, with his bare legs wrapped around Jay's waist, shoved up against the wall. Jay's ass clenches rhythmically in the most mesmerizing way.

Emcee watches, gasping and moaning, fingers curling in the fabric of Jay's shirt.