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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]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

This leaves the Emcee's other arm to wrap around him, and he clutches tightly while reveling in the exertion, the friction of sweat-soaked skin, the sound of animalistic grunts and groans filling the room.

He's coming closer to the edge. This man feels incredible, against him, around him, in his hand. It's a matter of moments before he anticipates a surge of ecstasy, every thrust bringing him closer and closer and--

He tosses his head back with a delirious cry, stars behind his eyelids, back arched and every limb going rigid.

[runningred]

Jay feels the man's body stiffen, feels the heat fill in. The grip on his cock is perfectly just past too tight, drawing out his own release in a moment of blinding joy.

He eases them both down, burying his sweat-damp face in the blankets for a moment before releasing his grip on the man, feeling a shiver go down his spine in an aftershock of pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

Lost in a haze of pure physical bliss, he lays still on top of his body, just catching his breath and enjoying the feel of the man's flushed skin against his cheek. Even when he lets go, he's reluctant to move, but eventually he does, slowly and carefully, and with an exhausted but completely satisfied sigh, he flops onto the bed beside him.

He tucks one arm behind his head, and idly licks the fingers of his other hand, as pleased as a cat with cream.

[runningred]

Jay gasps softly as the man withdraws, never the most pleasant of sensations.

He smiles when the man starts to lick the cum from his fingers, watching with hooded eyes. When the man stops, Jay reaches out to kiss him, slow and deep, wanting to taste himself on the man's lips and tongue.

[i_am_your_host]

He hums a purr into his mouth, tongues intertwining in a slick dance until neither of them can taste the tang anymore. Pulling back with a languid smile, he drags the backs of his fingers along the edge of his strong jaw.

"You are delicious, darling."

[runningred]

Jay laughs warmly as he turns to kiss the tips of the man's fingers. "You're not so bad yourself, beautiful."

He runs his fingers down the man's curve of the man's arm. Jay's a cuddler but he knows better than to inflict that on his partner if they're not.

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles deep in his throat, blinking at him lazily. What space there is between them is warm and humid and comfortably close, but he closes his eyes and turns his head, rolling his shoulders back and stretching like a cat.

"Mmm, I could use a cigarette. And a drink."

[runningred]

The spell of intimacy is broken and Jay sighs. "That, I can do." He gives the man's shoulder a gentle squeeze before getting up off the bed.

He pads across the room, nakedly comfortable in his skin through his expression is introspective and private. A moments searching in the pockets of his jacket turns up a well worn packet of smokes. He grabs the bottle of gin and some glasses, perching on the edge of the bed to pour.