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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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[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.

[runningred]

Jay leans up to steal a kiss, slow and sweet before letting go to roll onto his stomach, folding his hands under his head.

Many of his instincts and most of his training is screaming at him not to turn his back on a stranger but he overrides them, trusting the man and allowing himself to move into a vulnerable position.

[i_am_your_host]

The little kiss makes him breathe out a soft chuckle. Such an affectionate boy.

He bends his head to give his back the same attention, with heated kisses on his neck, shoulders, the slope of his spine, painting each scar with flicks of his tongue.

One hand slips down his side, over his ass, between his thighs, parting them.

[runningred]

Jay spreads himself obligingly, his breath catching warmly as the man's hands brush his inner thigh. It's a surrender to give himself over like this but a thrilling one. He shifts slightly, growing hard again to the man's attentions.

He cocks his head, watching the man out of the corner of his eye.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee's moods and desires are as fickle as the weather. But there will always be give and take, and the objective is always the same.

He would trust a stranger obviously much stronger than himself to pin him to the bed. He would trust a vampire to feed from him despite his fears. Perhaps self-preservation is not high on that list of objectives, but who cares when there's so much pleasure to be had?

And so with a kiss to the man's neck, he presses his body against his as he grasps his hip and firmly thrusts into him, growling through gritted teeth, breath hot on his skin.

[runningred]

Jay growls and spreads himself wider, letting the man take him. He bucks up into the thrust, breathing harshly as he pushes past the burn. He curses in another language, coming up onto his elbows to gain some leverage.

He shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't but... oh fuck it feels good.

[i_am_your_host]

He lets out an exultant shout, delighting in the movements of the man's powerful body beneath him. Together they find that rhythm again, pushing one another, straining with growing pleasure.

Bracing himself on one hand on the mattress, he reaches around the man's waist to grasp his cock and begins to jack him off at the same time.

The Emcee is a fantastically coordinated multi-tasker.

[runningred]

Jay growls hotly, twisting slightly to give the man more room to stroke him. He pushes back into the man's thrusts, rocking between the twin pleasures assaulting him.

He reaches back with one hand, holding the man firmly as he pushes them both back onto their knees without losing the rhythm, taking the weight of both of them on one fist. The change of angle makes him howl, wild and loud in his passion.