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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 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."

"I'm pretty sure I can take it." Jay growls, doing it again. Because the look on Emcee's face it worth it.

Emcee gasps again and utters a mewling cry, as he's lifted to his toes. The heat and pressure from Jay's cock, the solidness between his legs, the fact that Jay is even attempting this feat of strength is incredibly arousing.

Grasping Jay's shoulders and leaning bodily against him, his legs begin to tremble.

"Will you come, baby?" Jay growls in Emcee's ear, flicking his hips again. "From me bench pressing you with my cock?"

Emcee cries out one last time as he does indeed come, spilling over Jay's hip, and gripping his shoulders tightly as his legs shake.

"Oh, fuck..." Panting through a breathy laugh, his cheeks are warm and flushed. But he's not done, and hopefully Jay won't be either for a while.

"I need you in my mouth," he gasps, kissing his neck and shoulder as he 'dismounts.'

Jay kisses Emcee deeply before guiding him to his knees. "Take it, beautiful. Take it deep."

Emcee gladly sinks to his knees.

He mouths along the length of his shaft from base to tip, moaning greedily with each lick, as he runs his hands up and down Jay's muscular thighs.

"You fucking beautiful man." Jay groans, grabbing the shower head for balance as he buries his other hand in Emcee's hair.

Emcee wraps his fingers around Jay's cock, firmly as if claiming it. Solid, thick, and throbbing. And then he closes his mouth around tip, swallowing until his lips meet his fingers. He stays there for a moment, sucking hard, and simultaneously flicking his wrist.

Jay throws his head back, hitting the tiles just hard enough to bring him back from the brink of cuming. Not yet. Just a little longer. Any other day he'd be able to hold off but fuck! Emcee is so damn hot.

Emcee is so not done with him.

He moves his hand so that he can take him in all the way, and he utters a muffled moan, his throat vibrating around him. Sliding his palms up over Jay's sides and torso, he indulges in the way his body responds.

"Oh, you fucking beautiful man! Do you have any idea how good you look with my cock down your throat. How hard it is not to just grab your hair and fuck your pretty mouth till I come all over your lips."

Emcee purrs throatily, the corners of his mouth twitching in what could be a smile. And he flashes a look up at Jay, his eyes dark and sly. It's his turn to be in control.

He grasps his hips and begins to bob his head, swallowing deep, and sucking hard with each pull. One hand moves between Jay's thighs, a finger stroking and massaging his perineum.