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Jay follows him, grinning as the crowd makes space for them on the dance floor. Jay pulls Emcee close, enclosing him in the protective circle of his arms. He wants Emcee to know there's nothing more important than him in this moment.

Emcee rests his hands on Jay's shoulders as he moves to the beat, grinding and pressing up against Jay's body.

He can feel Jay focus on him, giving him all his attention. As if he were the only person in the room.

He's still hard from before and there's no way to hide it with Emcee grinding against him like that. He leans in and kisses Emcee's throat, moaning breathlessly.

Emcee laughs and tips his head back as Jay kisses him. Turning around within the circle of his arms, he presses his back to him, reaching up with one hand to curl his fingers in Jay's hair.

"You are making this very, very hard to bear." He growls into Emcee's neck as they dance.

He laughs again, turning his head so Jay can hear.

"Shall I dance with someone else then?" he teases.

Jay growls again and wraps possessive arms around Emcee's waist and chest, planting a hard, biting kiss over his pulse point.

Oh, that's hot.

The kiss-bite is going to leave a mark, but it's not like he minds.

He leans back against Jay, grasping his hips and rubbing up against him.

Jay growls against Emcee's skin, leaving a dark red mark on the side of Emcee's neck. He holds him possessively close, making it very clear what effect Emcee's dance is having on him.

There's no one else Emcee is going to dance with tonight. Or at least for this set of music. Either way, he is very much Jay's right now, and he doesn't want him to let go.

All the while the crowd surges around them on the dance floor, a mass of sweaty limbs and bodies moving to the pulsating beat under flashing colored lights.

Jay's answering possessiveness makes it clear he won't be anywhere else, or with anyone else.

He pants in Emcee's ear, aching with need as he presses against Emcee. "I'm need to fuck you soon. Hard." He purrs, his voice dark and hot.

Emcee turns around and grinds on Jay's thigh, as he reaches up and roughly sweeps both hands through his hair. He pulls him in for a quick but forceful kiss.

"Are you demanding or begging?" he growls into his ear.

"Neither." He wraps his arm around Emcee's waist, carrying him bodily towards the bathroom.

A dark growl parts the crowd and he shoves Emcee through the door, locking it behind himself.

Emcee barks a laugh that gets mostly lost in the thumping music as he lets Jay manhandle him.

Manhandling is always good foreplay.

In the bathroom, he stumbles back against the cool tile wall, flushed and sweaty from dancing, his dark eyes glittering with lust.

Jay presses him against this tiles, kissing him hard and deep. Strong hands pin Emcee's hips, grinding into him.

"Now." There's an almost Eric level of hunger in his voice

He utters a muffled moan into the kiss, and takes a deep breath when it breaks. His heart pounds at the sound of Jay's voice. Without any hesitation, aching with his own need, he slips his hands between their bodies to unbutton his trousers.

Jay doesn't waste time peeling himself out of the skin-tight jeans, just drops the fly and pulls himself out.

He growls again, tugging Emcee's pants away and picking him up, pinning him against the wall as he lines himself up.

Emcee kicks his trousers loose before reflexively tightening his arms around Jay's neck and hooking his legs around his waist.

Panting heavily against his mouth, he nips at his lips, egging him on.

Jay doesn't need much egging. He's hard as iron and hot as blood as he enters Emcee without his usual moment of assurance. They both want it and want it badly.

He pushes in deep and fast, shouting roughly as Emcee's heat surrounds him. "Fuck!"

Emcee tips his head back with a cry, his fingertips digging into Jay's shoulders as he braces himself against the force of his thrust.

"Oh, fuck, darling, yes," he pants in a delirious, breathless mumble.

Emcee can form a semi coherent sentence. This is clearly not good enough. Jay does his damnedest to fuck that out of him - hard and rough and needy.

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.

Jay treats delaying gratification like a martial arts exercise, pushing himself to the edge of control to make this last as long as he possibly can. For both of them.

But no-one can hold out forever. He growls deeply, nipping Emcee's ear as he nears the edge. "Cum for me. Cum now." It's an order more than a request.

Eventually watching the figures in the mirror feels like an out-of-body experience as the shouts and moans peter off into breathless, whimpering noises.

And then there is Jay's voice. His deep, commanding tone reaches deep inside him. Deeper than Jay already physically is.

Emcee's thighs shake, his throat closes. And with a hard, sudden jerk and a strangled cry, he obeys. With ecstasy.

Jay can't help but fall with Emcee, the power of it dragging them both down.

He almost whites out, he cums so hard, holding Emcee pinned to the wall. He pants roughly, muscles aching wonderfully in the aftermath.

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