to Berlin with love.

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 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[i_am_your_host]

Jay fills him, and he tilts his head back with a moan.

"Oh, darling, yes-- oh, oh fuck, that is fantastic--!"

He's never felt water do that before.

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Jay purrs a growl of pleasure as Emcee surrounds him. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Emcee's neck, just over that spot as he starts to thrust, slow and deep, making sure Emcee feels every inch of him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee groans, his throaty voice echoing off the tiled walls.

And as Jay begins to thrust, he moves in rhythmic counterpoint, slowly pressing backwards against him, and clenching when Jay pulls back.

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Jay keeps kissing Emcee's neck, groaning with each perfect thrust. Damn, Emcee feels amazing. Just so prefect, like he could do this for hours and just-

[i_am_your_host]

"Touch me."

The words come as a breathless gasp, as Emcee rolls his head to the side making way for Jay's lips.

Even as the water and bubbles swirl around him, he still wants to feel Jay in the midst of all that.

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Jay cups his balls, his hand moving to up to tighten around his shaft, stroking his slowly in counterpoint to his thrusts.

[i_am_your_host]

He lets out another, louder cry, notes of joy ringing through it.

He then starts to gradually increase the pace, thrusting against Jay's hand and milking his cock with every movement of his hips.

The rising steam makes sweat mingle with condensation on Emcee's forehead and neck. With whimpering sighs and moans, his limbs start to tremble as the ecstasy builds within him.

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Jay licks the sweat from Emcee's neck, moaning into his skin with every thrust. He slows down, drawing it out, wanting to blow Emcee's mind as much as he can.

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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.

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"You're divine." Jay purrs. It's taking all his self control not to keep things slow and deep. When all he wants to do is loss himself in Emcee.

but Jay is Jay and his partner's pleasure matters more to him. Call it a test of delayed gratification.

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Emcee can't help another breathless chuckle, as he rubs against Jay's warm, solid body, kneading his thigh, digging his fingertips into the firmness of his ass cheek.

He tips his head back against Jay's shoulder, his lips grazing his temple with a hot sigh.

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"Gods, you're beautiful." He moans, sucking lightly on Emcee's throat as he angles his thrusts to makes them land just right.

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And they do land just right, as Emcee cries out with each new thrust. Coupled with the jets of bubbles relentlessly caressing his cock and inner thighs, the stimulation becomes almost overwhelming.

"Jay, darling," he pants deliriously, giddily, "I can't-- hold on much longer--"

He's not against Jay either drawing it out or driving it home.

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"Don't." Jay groans, sucking a mark onto Emcee's neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you, I want to feel you."

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He moans at the pull of Jay's mouth on his skin as he starts to tremble and unravel, nerve by nerve. His movements lose their rhythm, his backwards thrusts becoming erratic. Everything is slick and wet and hot, the sound of churning water and heavy breathing and echoed moans filling his ears.

"Oh, Jay," he whimpers repeatedly as he climbs, both hands now gripping the edge of the tub. "Don't stop, don't stop..."

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"I have you!" Jay growls, his thrusts growing short and sharp and urgent. "I won't stop." He pounds Emcee, driving every thrust home.

Alive, wild and perfect in this moment.

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Water and sweat stream down his face, slicking his hair to his skin, dripping off his lips.

Jay reaches deep and hard. Every solid thrust jostles him, shakes him to his core. He wants this, to be overpowered and to come undone--

"Yes, yes, yes--!"

He clenches hard around Jay as his orgasm grips him, forcing a raw shout of ecstasy from his throat that rings in his own ears.

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Nothing could be as powerful an aphrodisiac as hearing Emcee cry out like that, feeling his whole body spasm. Jay falls a moment later, holding Emcee tight against him as he spills. His own moan an echo of Emcee's.

He falls forward, catching himself on one hand on the edge of the spa, the other still tightly wrap around Emcee's cock, skin pressed to sweat-slick skin.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee rides out his climax when Jay follows, his moan sending shivers through him even though his body wants to melt from the heat, from the inside and out.

He does melt, in a way, going limp with the best kind of exhaustion.

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It takes Jay a moment to pull himself together. And then to pull out and gently move them so he's holding Emcee in his lap. Just holding him, stroking his back slowly and enjoying the lethargy of the little death.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee shifts as much as he can and lets Jay do the rest. And so he ends up sprawled on Jay's chest, cheek pressed to his shoulder with his eyes closed. The warmth of his body and the water lull him into a drowsy, dreamy state, and he exhales a deep sigh of contentment.

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Jay kisses Emcee's temple, leaning back against the edge of the tub to support them both. A bit of post-coital sprawling is exactly what they both need.

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Emcee stretches like a cat, his toes curling, and then flops bonelessly onto Jay again, just letting the water and bubbles wash over him.

It's a while before he says anything.

"I think this hot tub is a success. I'm glad we tested it out," he mumbles against Jay's skin.

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Jay chuckles and strokes Emcee's back. "Always good to road test these things. Just to make sure they meet your standards."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mmmm."

He sighs again.

And then he becomes lost in the sensations and almost drifts off for a moment or two.

"You've become my standard for human pillows, that's for certain," he chuckles.