Emcee shucks off his boots and follows, ending up straddling his lap and leaning over him to press his mouth against his. He draws the kiss out, running his palms over Jay's warm, sweat-damp skin.

"A touch, a kiss, a lick, a suck... I know all your secret little buttons," he whispers with a grin into his ear, and he catches one of his nipples in the crook of his fingers, sensuously kneading his pec muscle.