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Emcee lets himself be carried off into the woods (shouldn't fairies be the ones luring lovers into dark forests?), and leans back against the tree.

The moonlight emphasizes the shadowy makeup on Jay's face as he looks down at him. It's a little creepy, but he likes this otherworldly feeling. He himself feels transformed, tree bark on his bare back, the smell of grass and leaves in the air.

He undoes the belt on his shorts. However...there's an unusual double fly for Jay to play with.

Jay runs his hands over the fly, just enjoying the feel of heat and flesh under the fine leather. He takes his time finding his way in, nuzzling Emcee's belly and fondling him warmly.

His cock begins to strain against the tight leather before Jay undoes the zippers. And he gasps breathily when he finally lets him loose.

He runs his fingers through Jay's hair, caressing the back of his head and neck.

Jay licks a long strip up the underside Emcee's cock, looking up at him in the gloom. The make-up does add an eeriness to his look but the hunger shines through.

He teases Emcee's slit, getting him good and hot.

He gasps sharply, fingers curling tighter in Jay's hair.

Gazing down at him through long, feathery eyelashes, he licks his glossy lips.

"Mmm, yes, darling...make he hard..."

Jay grins again and takes him all the way to the root, hard and sudden.

"Ohh yes...!"

He pulls at Jay's hair as he arches his back, the sensation searing through him.

For a moment he stands there, panting through gritted teeth, looking down at Jay's painted lips stretched around his shaft.

Jay takes him deep, going down on him hard and rough, and with every intention of making Emcee come hard enough to leave him shaking.

He cries out again, tipping his head back against the tree trunk, his face turned toward the night sky.

When his knees start to tremble, he shifts his feet a little farther apart and grips Jay's shoulders.

He watches him through his lashes, watches his cock disappear into his mouth over and over.

He starts to move his hips in small, controlled thrusts.

Jay grabs Emcee's ass, strong hands encouraging those thrusts. Slow and sweet they can have later. This is party sex - quick and dirty and for the fun of it.

Emcee reaches up with one hand to grasp a low branch, just to have something else to hold onto.

His wings flutter with each thrust of his hips. His moans and throaty grunts sound muffled in the protective circle of trees.

Jay drops his hands from Emcee's ass, freeing him to thrust and take.

Until they're slipping Emcee's fly open wider, a slick finger sliding behind his balls to press at his hole. Jay's not above playing dirty tonight.

Emcee utters a gasping shout, and clings with both hands to the branch.

His thighs quiver and clench. He continues to thrust, if a little erratically, as he begins to come undone.

Jay doesn't back off for a second, pushing Emcee to that crescendo with hand and mouth. Bringing Emcee off as hard as he can.

Emcee's cries grow harsher, rougher, as he tries to hold on for just a little longer, but--

"Oh, Jay--!"

He stops thrusting and goes rigid, every muscle seizing as he comes fast and hard.

Jay swallows him to the root, drinking him down. He eases back enough to grin up at Emcee, easing him down to straddle Jay's thighs, hugging him close.

Emcee lets go of the branch and lets his hands drop to Jay's shoulders in time for his knees to give out. He sinks down onto Jay's lap with a groan and a half-laugh, leaning against him for support.

Jay laughs too, nuzzling Emcee's neck. "Fuck, you're beautiful when you cum." There's a hunger under his laugh, hard himself under those tight jeans.

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"Clearly I need a mirror on my ceiling," he chuckles, his cheek tickled by Jay's shaggy hair.

He can feel his hardness under him, and he slowly grinds down on him a little.

"Want a fairy to suck you off?"

"I'm sure the bar has more than one room like that." Jay jokes.

He groans at the grind, turning it into a soft growl. "Actually, what I really want is to put you on your knees and fuck you hard enough to make those wings of yours flap."

That just makes his toes curl in his boots.

Taking Jay's face in his hands (that face paint is mighty resilient), he pulls him in for a rough and deep kiss, sweeping his own taste out of his mouth with his tongue. He breaks the kiss with a kittenish growl.

"Do it."

Jay growls into the kiss, dark and hungry. It may not have the deep predator effect of Eric's growl but the feeling behind it is much the same.

He flips Emcee over and presses him onto his knees, yanking those tight shorts down. Grabbing Emcee's hips, he grinds around him a few times, just to show Emcee how hot he is to have him.

He gasps as Jay manhandles him, the thrill of being shoved onto his hands and knees making his head spin.

His ass is bared, and he spreads his knees as far as his shorts will let him. Arching his back like a cat, he looks over his glittering fairy wings at Jay as he grinds on him.

There's a clumsy moment as Jay opens his own skin tight jeans and slicks himself.

But then he's pressing into Emcee, slow and deep and possessively. He wants Emcee to feel him, to feel him all night. Everyone he dances with, everyone he flirts with - Jay wants Emcee to feel this too.

Emcee lets out a low, drawn-out moan, his fingertips digging into the soil.

He doesn't thrust back, but clenches around Jay as he pushes in, feeling his cock fill him.

Jay groans roughly, feeling Emcee tighten around him. He tightens his grip on Emcee's hips, just letting his instincts take over as he thrusts.

Each thrust jostles his body and his wings flutter and flap with every move, shimmering in the moonlight.

Gasping, he tips his head back.

"Harder, darling!"

Yep, Jay can get behind that instruction! He grips Emcee's hips and pounds him. He may not last long but it's going to be damn good while he does.

Literally!

Emcee shouts and groans to the treetops, hands and knees grinding into the dirt. He's sure that he's wearing holes in his fishnets, but it's worth it.

Back arched against the force of Jay's thrusts, wings flapping furiously, he gets closer and closer to coming a second time.

"Yes, oh darling, yes--"

And with a cry, he squeezes hard around Jay's cock as the ecstasy overwhelms him.

Jay isn't far behind him. Literally.

His thrusts grow rough, tilting his hips to fuck Emcee's just right. Aiming to drive them both over the edge.

And off the edge he goes, coming hard, and letting out a choked sound that leaves his throat raw.

His arms give out and he sinks to the ground, sprawling on his stomach with a sigh, the grass cool on his flushed skin.

Jay cums less than a heartbeat later, groaning loud enough to echo.

He leans back, steadying himself with his hands on Emcee's back. "Gods damn, you're beautiful!" He leans forward to kiss Emcee's neck.

"Mmmmpf," he mumbles with a chuckle, his cheek pressed to his arm. He stretches, his body tensing and relaxing lithely like a cat.

"Perhaps I'll get a mirrored headboard, too."

Jay chuckles and kisses his way down Emcee's spine, gently withdrawing.

He's planned ahead enough have wet-wipes stashed under a tree, to clean them both up.

He purrs and stretches again under Jay's lips, before turning onto his side.

"Well, you came prepared," he murmurs wryly, taking a couple of wet-wipes. He'll need the extras to wipe his hands and knees clean as well.

"I knew you were going to be dressed up." Jay chuckles, tidying up. "How could I not want to drag you into the dark?"

"Mm, and how could I say no?" he says with a smirk.

Carefully rolling onto his back to that his wings are flat on either side of him, he lifts his hips and tugs his shorts back up.

"I may actually keep these. They give a new meaning to lederhosen."

"You might have. And I would have been utterly devastated." Jay clutches his heart. "But you're worth the gamble."

Jay chuckles and leans forward to kiss Emcee's stomach as he pulls his shorts back up. "They're gorgeous on you. More gorgeous around your knees..." he grins.

"Oh, but I would never want to leave you in pieces," he insists with a laugh.

Which turns into a giggle at the touch of Jay's lips. He gives his hair a rough ruffle, before doing up the zippers.

"Around my knees and when I'm on my knees?"

Jay groans theatrically. "Gods, even better!"

He gets up and straightens up himself, offering Emcee a hand up.

Emcee chuckles brightly at that.

Grasping Jay's hand, he pulls himself up and dusts off his bottom.

"Shall we head back to the party? If you show me how to queue up songs, you can take breaks and I can play all the ABBA I want. Oops, did I say that aloud? Tee hee."

He hooks a hand around Jay's arm.

Jay helps him to brush off, grinning. "Are you trying to turn the head of a certain Swedish vampire by playing the songs of his people?"

Emcee glances away and utters a short laugh. Yes, he'd seen Eric over by the bonfire but hadn't dared approach him.

"He hates ABBA, so it would certainly get his attention," he says, with perhaps a little tightness in his voice that wasn't there before.

Jay frowns, reading that tightness. "Everything okay with you guys?"

Is it showing?

Emcee flashes him a quick smile and squeezes his arm.

"Oh, absolutely," he insists. "We just disagree about ABBA, that's all. I thought it was funny."

Jay frowns, not buying it but not pushing it either.

He gives Emcee a deep bow. "The decks are yours. I'll just stand back and laugh and watch him scowl."

He laughs genuinely at that, as he takes Jay's place at the DJ booth.

After a short instruction on creating a set list and how to use the faders for effect (he won't try mixing just yet--that's an experiment for another time), he happily churns out the party music.

And after a string of ABBA songs, he throws in a bit of danceable yet spooky Scandinavian forest metal to appease Eric's sensibilities.

Jay teaches him what he needs to know and give him access to the Hive's music collection.

And then he heads down to the dance floor to enjoy the break and flirt and dance.

{ooc: shall we wrap there? Thank you!}

[ooc: Perfect!]