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Jay opens the door of his room for Emcee. It's as messy as usual with a set of large padded pells in one corner, set close together. Jay's clearly been practising close quarters combat. He dumps his armoured jacket over the back of a chair, sitting the helmet on a shelf.

There's also a rack of swords that wasn't there before.

"Come in, make yourself at home." Jay grins and sits down to take his boots off.

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Emcee barks out a rough but exhilarated laugh, leaning back to put more of his weight on Jay's body. He's also hard, and he licks the palm of his hand to stroke himself as he grinds on him, gazing down at him from under half-lidded eyes dark and smoky with lust.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Jay growls, licking his lips. He might have had that cock in his mouth a few minutes ago but it doesn't mean he can't love the view. "Tell me when you're close."

"As long as you keep your promise..." he purrs breathlessly. He wants to feel every inch of Jay bearing down on him.

As of now he makes a show of it, tipping his head back with a moan as he teases his own nipples, cock in hand as he rides Jay slow and hard.

"Don't you worry, baby. I'll keep that promise." He growls, thrusting up hard and rough. "You're gunna feel me for days."

"Yes, please," he pants, "oh, god, yes."

Jay's thrusting jostles Emcee like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. With lusty groans, he keeps stroking himself, thighs clenching against Jay's hips. He starts to tremble, his moans turning into whimpers.

"Take me now, darling!"

Jay wraps his hands around Emcee's waist, twisting to dump Emcee onto the bed. Swift and strong, he rolls Emcee onto his stomach and pulls him onto his knees.

Stretching out over Emcee, Jay growls and bites the back of Emcee's neck, teasing his cock over Emcee's hole. "You want this, baby? Want me hard and deep." He knows he shouldn't tease but he loves to hear Emcee needy.

Being manhandled and dominated like this takes Emcee's breath away and he loves it. With no struggle he lets Jay position him as he wants, and he finds himself whimpering into the pillow, his hips firmly being held in place. The bite to the back of his neck sends a thrill down his spine and drives a cry from his throat.

"Yes, please, I want it like that," he pleads in German. He squirms out of eagerness. "Hold me down and take me, darling, please!"

Jay's German is good enough to get the idea. And Emcee's tone fills in the gaps. He rests a broad hand between Emcee's shoulders as he rears back.

He lines himself up, teasing the head of his cock into Emcee's hole. Just enough to watch it stretch around him. Slowly, teasingly, keeping Emcee off kilter just enough. "You look so good. Your ass is just begging to be fucked. To be pounded."

Before slamming in hard, holding Emcee in place.

Emcee makes his willingness known, gasping and moaning, making fists in the sheets. Arching his back, he raises his hips in offering, his knees wantonly spread wide. Begging for it. He exhales a mewling whine at the tease, his entire body trembling under the heat of Jay's grip and his words.

And then-- he lets out a strangled shout, squeezing his eyes shut and seeing stars.

Just beneath the noises of submission that he makes are distinct notes of hedonistic joy.

Jay won't last long but he makes ever thrust count. Ring every note of joy and pleasure out of Emcee while he can. "Cum. Cum, you beautiful man! I want to hear you scream my name."

Emcee's cries grow louder and higher-pitched with each thrust, more desperate for release, as he pulls at the sheets and thrashes like a pinned rabbit under Jay's pounding.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes-- oh, Jay-- oh god, Jay, yes, yes!"

His body trembles and spasms as he starts to unravel, from the pit of his belly to the top of his spine.

Crying out Jay's name, he comes hard. Eyelids fluttering, he's left panting and boneless, dazed and thrumming with ecstasy.

"Fuck! Emcee!" Jay can't hold on, not with Emcee crying his name like that. He leaves bruises on hips as he grabs him hard and drives himself home, filling Emcee's ass.

He leans in to kiss between Emcee's shoulders, gathering Emcee up in his arms as he slips out. He kisses Emcee softly, panting onto his skin.

"Oh, Jay," he sighs dreamily, stretching like a cat against his body, encircled in his arms. He can't think of a better place to be right now.

He turns to face him without dislodging himself from his embrace, and he nuzzles the pit of his throat.

"I am definitely going to feel this in the morning."

"Hope I wasn't too hard on you." Jay chuckles breathlessly, tilting his head back to offer Emcee his throat. He wraps his arms around Emcee, making them both comfortable. Jay is an A1 snuggler.

"No. Never." Emcee kisses his Adam's apple, sweeping a hand up and down his back, slick with sweat. "And if you were, I would say so."

Emcee shifts down to kiss Emcee, gently and loving. "Thank you." For understanding. He curves his thumb over Emcee's cheek again. "You really are beautiful."

Emcee flushes warm at his kiss and his words, and he ducks his head to nuzzle him again, the arm around Jay's back tightening in a hug.

"So are you," he murmurs against his skin.

"And you are also hot and sweaty and smelly and I want to rub soap all over your body."

He smiles into the crook of his neck and slides his hand down to squeeze his ass.

Jay groans and flexes his ass under Emcee's hand. "I guess, if I'm that stinky. I better shower, huh. And if your offering to wash my back..."

Emcee purrs and gives his glute a firm squeeze.

"I want to wash every inch of you," he insists, catching his earlobe between his teeth.

"Promises, promises. But be warned - the more you wash, the more inches you might find."

"I'm sure that I can handle a few more," he says wryly.

Jay kisses him. Long and deep and meaningful. "Come on then. Shower." He gives Emcee's ass a gentle slap.

He sighs into the kiss, indulging in it for as long as it lasts.

"Rowr," he meows as the slap on his butt, and he wriggles free from his arms to slide off the bed.

Jay takes a little longer to get off the bed, stretching and popping. He aches a little from the work-out so a hot shower sounds like a great solution. He flexes scarred muscles and follows Emcee into the bathroom with a groan.

Emcee turns the shower on good and hot, and as the steam begins to fill the stall, he glances back at Jay as he shuffles into the bathroom.

"Take comfort in the fact that I am going to feel just like you in several hours' time, with the added bonus of not being able to sit," he remarks dryly before stepping in under the water.