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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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From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

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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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

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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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

i_am_your_host

When he feels the man get up off the bed, he opens his heavy-lidded eyes a crack and watches him cross the room, following every line and movement of limb. He's a beautiful sort of creature, in a rough and savage way, though capable of soft touches that were a bit surprising. As he returns to the bed, the Emcee makes no effort to hide that he's observing him, the corner of his mouth turned upward. And he makes no effort to hide his own body either.

Pushing himself up a little to lay against the headboard, he takes the pack of cigarettes. "Danke, darling," he murmurs, plucking one out and sticking it between his lips. "Perhaps I ought to ask you what your name is at this point in the evening, hm?"

From:

runningred

Jay settles against the end of the bed, his legs stretched out so they face each other. "Bitte sehr"

He takes a sip of the gin before answering, "Only if you want to know it. It's not a requirement if you'd rather keep things as they are." There's no bitterness in his voice, just an awareness that everyone approaches this point in the conversation differently.

From:

i_am_your_host

He lights up and flicks a lock of stray hair from his eye as he takes a drag, a curl to his lip.

"What is your name, darling?"

From:

runningred

The lack of ambiguity makes him smile. "Jay." He confides softly.

He fiddles with the cigarettes for a moment and puts them down, deciding against having one. "And yours?"

From:

i_am_your_host

"Absolutely delighted to know you, Jay," he replies smoothly, looking him in the eyes even as he takes a sip of gin.

"I am the Master of Ceremonies, darling, but all my boys and girls call me Emcee."

From:

runningred

Jay smiles and lifts his glass in salute. "Nice to know you too, Emcee. I take you work at a club of some sort?"

From:

i_am_your_host

He dips his head in a nod. "The Kit Kat Klub in the heart of Berlin. It is the hottest nightclub in the city, with the most invigorating music, the most beautiful dancers -- but I could be biased." He wrinkles his nose in a pert smirk.

"And yourself? What do you do?"

From:

runningred

"I'm pretty sure I've been here. Although I'm guessing from your clothes, I was there much, much later than your era."

"At the moment, motorcycle mechanic." Jay answers, swirls the gin in his glass before sipping it again. It's truth, for now anyway. Even if the scars tell a very different story.

From:

i_am_your_host

"Indeed? How could you tell by my clothes when I was barely wearing any?" he says teasingly. "But you may be right. It is 1931 in my world."

The Emcee has secrets and truths just like anyone else, and he can sense when others are keeping theirs close, as close as he keeps his own. And after all, it isn't his job or his nature to draw out what was, only to appreciate what is.

"A mechanic? Mm, how manly. You do work very well with your hands."

From:

runningred

Jay shrugs. He's observant. It goes with his training. "I'm from 2008. The club's still popular in certain circles." Granted he was there to rescue a young lady from some of the less savoury circles.

Jay laughs and finishes off his drink. "Manly? Never really thought of it that way. It's just a job. Something I'm good at."