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[runningred]

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Jay's room is a bit of a mess. Mostly because Jay's doesn't spend much time here but the sheets are clean and the room warm. He pulls the man inside and if he'll permit, into a slow, soft kiss.

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[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee doesn't mind messes, only if there's an appropriately flat surface on which to fuck. ...Not that a lack of flat surfaces has ever stopped him before.

When the young man draws him into a kiss, the softness of it surprises him. But he goes along with it, carelessly dropping his coat on the floor behind him and reaching up with both hands to curl his fingers in the man's hair. He smells of sweat and engine oil and man, so do forgive him if his kisses become hungrier and his tongue goes deeper.

[runningred]

Jay moans softly as the kiss deepens, leaning into the man and wrapping his arms around the man's waist. He stokes the bare skin between the straps, running one strong hand up his spine to cup the base of his skull. "Yes." He whispers softly, making sure his consent is understood.

[i_am_your_host]

The man's hands are strong (like Eric's, but in a human way) and his touch is enough to turn him on.

As soon as he whispers, the Emcee nips at his lower lip and immediately resumes kissing him hard -- basically his way of saying no talking now.

Sliding his hands down the man's chest, he then slips them under that grease-stained shirt.

[runningred]

Ah, Eric's strength! Who can resist that!

He laughs softly at the bite, taking the hint for silence.

Jay rubs his thumb warmly over the back of the man's neck and steps back to shed his shirt. Beneath his skin scarred with the marks of a rough life but his chest is hard and his stomach is muscular. He stands for a moment, happy to show off his body.

[i_am_your_host]

The scars are surprising, but only mildly so, and his expression remains impassive for the most part, aside from the way his gaze is riveted on the man's body. Closing the gap between them, he bends his head to kiss the hollow of his throat, hands sweeping down his torso. Cool fingertips dip into the waistband of his jeans (already adept at manipulating modern clothing) to unbutton and unzip his fly.

[runningred]

The kiss to his throat makes Jay's breath catch. That really shouldn't have become the kink it is. But what can you do?

He returns the favour, his hands following the lines of the harness to unbuckle and unbutton the man's costume. He kisses the line of the man's shoulder as he pushes the straps down.

He steps back again, toeing off his boots and shaking off his jeans to leave nothing but his tight black shorts, hard and straining against the fabric.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee notes the hitch in his breath, and he can't help a small curl in his lips as he continues to kiss him up the side of his throat. Sex with a complete stranger is a thrilling adventure, as each kiss, each touch reveals just a bit more of what the other person enjoys.

As the man's warm lips travel along his pale skin, he slips off the latticework of suspender straps and they fall to his sides. He smiles to himself again, impressed at how easily he got them loose. (Helga was still the quickest.)

Modern undergarments are still a curiosity. Why are they so tight? Not that that's a complaint, in any case. Looking him in the eyes with a smirk on his painted lips, he reaches over and gives the elastic a tug, pushing it down over the man's hip and shoving his hand down the front and cupping him. He is already deliciously firm, but that doesn't mean a few well-placed strokes can't get him harder.

[runningred]

The kisses make Jay groan, cupping the back of the man's head, encouraging him to kiss harder or bite if he likes.

He surges into the man's hand at the touch, his skin burning hot with need. He pulls the man into a hard kiss, spilling his moan against the man's lips as he works at getting the man out of the rest of his clothes, if a little fumblingly now.

He runs strong hands over the curve of the man's ass, cupping and squeezing, holding him close as he backs them towards the bed.

[i_am_your_host]

His loosened trousers are easily shed -- they don't button up all the way for a very prominent reason -- which the man will feel as their bodies press against one another. Meeting his kisses with equal fervor, he purrs with arousal at his rough touch, and when they reach the bed, he urges him to sit down so he can straddle him.

[runningred]

Jay wraps his arms around the man's waist, supporting and lifting him as they sit on the edge of the bed. He kisses his way down the man's cheek and neck, mapping his collarbone with kisses and light sucks as he works his way down to teases the man's nipples, licking teasingly.

[i_am_your_host]

His physique is slender, boyish yet somehow ageless, soft but by no means delicate. There are fading bruises on his back and sides from previous eager partners. So Jay's firm, muscled arms wrapped around his narrow waist drives an exhilarated moan from his throat, and he tips his head back, arching at the touch of his lips and tongue. Slinging his arms around his neck, he starts to grind his hips against him, slowly and sensuously, his movements almost serpentine.

[runningred]

Jay touches the bruises lightly, careful not to aggravate them unless the man gives him a sign he wants it that rough. He finds the man's rhythm and moves with him, rolling his hips up to move the men's grind. He sucks lightly on the man's nipples, his hands moving slowly over his back, holding him close. He moves back up to kiss the man slowly, deeply.

[i_am_your_host]

Their lips meet again and the Emcee clutches a fistful of the man's hair, tugging his head back and thrusting his tongue deeper into his mouth with a challenging growl. He grinds more firmly against him, the friction between their hardened cocks intensifying.

[runningred]

Jay growls just as deeply at having his hair pulled, kissing the man with wild abandonment. He rolls them over, his hands on the man's waist holding him tight and wrapping the man's legs around him to keep their bodies aligned.

He ruts against the man, his hands strong and sure as they ride together.

[i_am_your_host]

Finding himself sprawled on his back and pinned there, he grins deviously up at him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in again for another rough kiss. His free hand reaches for his ass, fingertips digging into the firm flesh.

He utters a muffled groan into his mouth and meets him thrust for thrust, finding that hard, rocking rhythm that shakes the bed and works up the sweat between their bodies.

[runningred]

Jay swears in an almost extinct African language as he bucks against the man. He kisses his way across the man's throat, biting him softly as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

He catches the man's hands and presses them back to the pillow, tangling their fingers together and he gives himself over to their joined pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee writhes underneath him in ecstasy, baring his throat, halfheartedly pushing back against his hands even though he enjoys the solid weight of his body and being pinned to the mattress. But he can also feel the man's climax rapidly approaching -- it's all in the way he moves, how his muscles clench, how he breathes -- and if there's one thing he really enjoys, it's making someone else come first. He has always been good at that.

He tightens his legs around him, tilting his hips just so, gripping him like he would never let him go.

[runningred]

Jay falls with a rough cry, burying his face on the man's shoulder. He breathes heavily, letting go of the man's hands to roll them carefully onto their sides.

He feels the heat and hardness of the man against his stomach and kisses him slowly. He reaches down to take the man in his hand, stoking him, offering him whatever he needs or wants.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a purring sigh at the man's release, toes curling, a shudder riding up his spine. When they roll onto their sides, one leg is still thrown over his hip, and he rubs up against his hand. His kisses are more languid now, more indulgent, as his fingertips explore the man's body, following every swell of muscle and ridge of scar tissue.

[runningred]

Jay purrs, feeling the slow warmth of the come down. He brushes his fingers through the man's hair and stroking him slowly. He enjoys the touch, the gentle exploration makes him moan and shiver softly.

There are a couple of scars the man may recognise - fang scars on his wrist and thigh. Eric's marks.

[i_am_your_host]

When the man combs his fingers through his hair, he turns his head to nuzzle the underside of his wrist like a cat, pressing closer to his body. He flicks his tongue out to taste his skin, incidentally brushing over the fang marks. They look and feel familiar. Once more, he smiles to himself. He'd had the same marks on his own throat, but they'd faded away some time ago.

He presses both of his hands flat against the man's chest and urges him to roll onto his back.

[runningred]

Jay moans openly, the lick bringing out in him another kink, another vice. He closes his eyes for a long moment, letting the feeling of familiar lust add to the high of discovery.

He rolls as instructed, keeping on arm around the man's waist to keep him close. He looks up into the man's smokey eyes, not wary but aware, ready to respond to the man's needs or desires.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee's long hair sweeps over the man's brow when he leans in to kiss him, deeply and thoroughly, before his mouth moves down his throat and across his chest. He drags his tongue over any scars along the way, tracing the raised, jagged lines as if searching for residues of blood.

It doesn't matter to him how or when or where he got these scars. That he bears them like he does, as part of who he is, is enough.

[runningred]

Jay lets his head fall back, letting the kisses transport him. His scars are his history, written on his skin as indelibly as stone carvings. The deep stab wounds in his shoulder, chest and stomach are freshest, standing out against the patchwork of fading marks. Healed but still tender, he writhes as the man's tongue sweeps along their length. He buries a hand in the man's hair as he moans, stroking and touching.

[i_am_your_host]

His breath is hot and heavy on the damp patches of skin he leaves with every swipe of his tongue, faint groans rising up in his throat as the man continues to stroke him. Eventually, he raises himself up on his hands and knees, hovering above him.

"Turn over, darling," he murmurs, his voice husky, his accent adding a gravelly rasp.