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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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"And flotation device." Jay grins and kisses Emcee's hair. "Want to move to the bed? We've got a few hours before we need to be anywhere."

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He giggles in agreement, turning his head a little to kiss the pit of his throat.

"That's a splendid idea. Let's."

He's in no hurry to move, though. But when he does lift his head, he looks up at Jay, his eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back again.

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Everything about Jay is relaxed, content and undemanding. He meets Emcee's examination with a soft smile, fingers toying with the damp hairs at the base of Emcee's skull. "Standing up might be an interesting test of my knees."

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He smirks, just a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, as he tilts his head against Jay's fingers.

"Likewise," he says, massaging one of Jay's thighs.

Then with yet another sigh of reluctance, he starts to slowly move off of him...but only kind of floats off to the side, sinking into the water up to his ears, because the water is amazing.

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Jay chuckles and washes himself off as Emcee floats. "I foresee you ending up as wrinkled as a prune in this tub." he hauls himself out, knees only shaking a little and grabs some big thick towels.

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He snorts a laugh as he stays where he is just long enough to watch Jay climb out of the tub. Because he's a sight worth watching.

"I'm afraid I already am," he chuckles, examining his fingertips.

Sitting upright, he peers at the control panel and presses some buttons to shut off the jets and the water. He then raises himself out of the tub and takes a towel for himself, wrapping it around himself like a cloak as is his habit.

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And Jay doesn't mind showing off what it is he has, all hard muscle and scars.

He smiles back at Emcee, cocking his hip in a whore's present. "Enjoying the view?"

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Emcee's bright laugh echoes throughout the spacious bathroom.

"Always, darling," he says, coyly clutching his towel at his throat as his gaze sweeps up and down Jay's body.

Two can play at this game. So Emcee turns around and lets the towel slip down over his pale, slender shoulders, halting the slide at mid-back, before turning his head and batting his eyelashes at him through a fringe of damp, jet-black hair.

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Jay grins, very openly enjoying the view. His eyes following the slide of the towel. "You, darling, are dangerously beautiful." He steps closer, kissing the slope of Emcee's shoulder.

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He hums a soft chuckle at the kiss.

"I should stop before I injure someone."

Turning to face him, he tips his chin up to reach Jay's lips to kiss him.