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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 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.

Jay chuckles and pads to the bathroom, stealing a kiss. "As long as it's a good kinda ache."

He steps under the spray with a sigh, tilting his head back to let it pour over him.

"The best kind."

Emcee makes room for Jay under the spray but keeps close. He runs his hands through his own hair and over his own body, the hot water feeling good on places that will be sore in the morning.

"Turn around, darling," he then says, reaching for the soap.

Jay obeys, standing wherever Emcee wants him, leaning against the tiles with a sigh. "All yours, beautiful man."

Emcee chuckles softly, planting a kiss between Jay's shoulder blades. He lathers up his hands before sweeping them down his back, fingertips pressing into and massaging the muscle. Tracing his spine down to his lower back, then up his sides, and over his shoulders. He keeps his hands soapy and slick, and he kneads Jay's shoulders as thoroughly as he can.

If he indulgently presses up against his body, that's just part of the deal.

Jay groans deeply, loving every second. "You, have fucking lovely hands."

Emcee kisses the base of his neck, smiling against his skin, as he works out the stiffness in the firm, broad muscles of his shoulders.

"All the better to please you with, my dear."

As much as he appreciates a muscular back, it's time to do Jay's front.

"Other side, darling," he says into his ear, before stepping back to soap up his hands.

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Jay's front is very happy to be touched, already rising to the occasion. He hums warmly, throwing Emcee a playful smile.

Emcee glances down, and back up again with a smirk. Well, then.

He starts with Jay's chest. Rubbing soapy circles with his palms over his pecs, he pinches his nipples in the crooks of his fingers.

Jay groans, resting a hand on Emcee's hip to press against him. His nipples harden to the touch, biting his lip as Emcee teases him.

Emcee's smile widens.

He watches the suds streaming down over Jay's chest, following them with his fingertips. More touching, more teasing, tracing the lines and dips and swells of his muscles.

"You are so hard, darling," he purrs. He presses his own cock against Jay's.

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"And getting harder by the minute." Jay purrs in return. He skims his hands down Emcee's flanks. thrusting against him slowly.

"Mmm, I can feel it," he sighs, running his hands up Jay's strong arms, gaze lowered to watch his body as they rub and thrust against one another.

"What can I say? You make me hot." Jay growls warmly, leaning in to lick at the mark he left on Emcee's throat earlier.

Emcee exhales sharply and grasps the back of Jay's head, clutching a handful of hair. He gyrates against his hips, shuddering at the sensation.

"You are hot, darling," he rasps lustfully.

"So are you." He reaches down to cup Emcee's ass, lifting him a little so Jay's cock can slip under Emcee's ball.

"Oh, fuck," he pants, raising a leg to hook over Jay's waist as he continues to grind on him at a different angle, his own cock rubbing in the crease of Jay's hip.

He nips at his neck and ear, breathing heavily. "It would be so sexy if your cock was like a muscle and you could just flex it like your biceps," he murmurs with a delirious chuckle. "Feels like that now..."

Jay jerks his hips, trying to lift Emcee to his toes with his cock.

Emcee gasps, clinging to Jay's shoulders as he rises to his tiptoes.

"You'll hurt yourself," he chuckles breathily.

"Mmm, but fuck, you are rock hard."