runningred | to Berlin with love.

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.

Emcee's arms and legs are still loosely draped around him as he clings to him while the aftershocks subside. He buries his face in his hair, damp with perspiration. And he sighs deeply, warmly, with satisfaction.

"Gods, you make me wild." Jay mutters, lifting his head to kiss Emcee just gently.

He withdraws slowly and very carefully lowers Emcee to his feet, still supporting him.

Emcee exhales a low, slurry laugh.

"I know."

He clings just a little tighter when Jay withdraws, then slowly lowers his feet to the floor. His legs feel like jelly, and so he leans almost equally against Jay and the wall. He tips his face against the crook of his neck and closes his eyes for a moment, his arms still wrapped around him.

Jay's more than happy to hold him, back to his usual gently self as he nuzzles Emcee's temple softly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks, just a little worried.

Emcee hums a warm sigh against his skin and gives him a squeeze.

"I liked it. If I didn't, I would say so."

Jay smiles and is about to say something but there's a rather intent knock on the door.

"Don't mean to hurry you but there's a queue forming out here!"

Jay laughs and steps back. "Oops."

Emcee abruptly opens his eyes at the knock and the insistent voice.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters with a laugh, as he snatches his trousers off the floor and quickly steps into them.

That's the only real problem with doing it in a public bathroom, no time to bask.

"Just a minute!" he sings out. Grabbing some paper towels, he cleans himself up, and fixes his makeup in the mirror. He's a sweaty, tipsy mess, but a few swipes with a damp paper towel gets rid of the smudges.

Jay chuckles darkly and gets himself tidied up quickly, waiting by the door for Emcee.

He steals a kiss before opening the door, addressing the waiting crowd. "Sorry, guys. Next drink's in me."

The lead man, clearly in a rush laughed. "It's the drinks I've already had that are the problem." He rushes past time into the bathroom.

Emcee grabs onto Jay's waistband as he follows him out the door in a two-man conga line.

"I hope we don't get in trouble with Alice," he murmurs into Jay's ear.

And by that, he probably means that he does hope that they do.

Speaking of Alice, she spots them across the room and wags a finger at them, eyebrow arched.

Jay tries to suppress a grin. "I think we might be in trouble there."

"Oh, dear," he says, not doing a very good job of keeping his own grin off his face.

As they approach Alice, Emcee remains behind Jay with his arms wrapped around his waist like a belt, and his cheek pressed to his shoulder. Basically using him as a human shield. And being cute about it.

But Alice isn't buying it for a moment. She taps her crop carelessly against her thigh. "We provide private booths for a very good reason, gentlemen." She observes archly. "For the comfort as others as much as anyone else. The question is, what shall I do with you two. You haven't exactly broken the rules. However I think a reprimand might remind you next time."

Oh, come now, he's adorable.

"It was Jay's idea," he confesses, giving him a kiss on the back of his neck.

"But I am willing to bear the brunt of whatever punishment you wish to dole out."

Emcee might not be able to see the flash of fire in Jay's eyes but Alice does. And smirks. "Something tells me your muscle boy won't take that very well, letting you be punished for something he did." She tapes the crop again. "It might almost be more fun to make him watch, just to see him squirm. Tell me, how often do you tie him up?"

"Tie him up? Oh, no, I don't tie him up. I'm far too nice to him. I treat him like a little lamb. He can tell you that himself."

A beat.

"Except for that one time when he somehow ended up in handcuffs and a cock ring, but I had nothing to do with that."

He grins like a Cheshire cat, resting his chin on Jay's shoulder.

Alive touches the underside of Jay's chin with the crop, making him look up. "Hmm... I think he's look very, very nice tied up. If you think you can command him to stay still long enough to be bound?"

She looks down Jay's body. "A cock-ring, you say?" She licks her lips.

"Mm, he might listen to me," Emcee muses, tilting his head to look at Jay's face.

And then, at the mention of the cock ring, both his hands sweep down to cover Jay's crotch.

"He had a collar on, too, the poor boy."

Jay growls softly, his expression dark. "I'm starting to doubt you two knowing each other is a good thing."

"Nonsense, darling," he insists as he nuzzles him behind his ear. "She is only trying to figure out the best possible way to punish us, that's all."

"Question is, do you two have plans for after closing? Because I think my brother and I might have to... remonstrate with you."

This statement throws Emcee off guard and his eyes widen a bit. Jay will feel his breath catch slightly.

"Do we have plans, Jay?"

He just...wants to make sure.

"I don't believe so." Jay manages to keep his voice even, reaching back to touch Emcee's hip.

"Then we should be free," Emcee answers for them.

"What time do you usually close?"

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