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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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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!"

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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"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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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

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

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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."

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

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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."

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

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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."

[i_am_your_host]

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."

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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?"

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

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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.