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As he enters, Moist loosens his tie and looks over the sketches,

"Yes, please. Are these all machines?"

He pours them both a glass of the very good gin he has left from Emcee's last visit.

"Just some things I've been working on. Some of them still need a lot of work." He hands over a glass, flicking through the specs for the colour shifting paints. "Milliways is a gold mine for new technologies. But not all of them are easily reproduced." He pushes aside a chunky cuff-like bracelet. That one's been driving him nuts.

He sips the gin and smiles as he recognizes the taste,

"And new ideas, I'm always picking them up."

Along with a few new identities to use as well.

"Always something new to learn." Jay smiles, running a hand gently down Alfred's back. "Or someone new to learn with."

Moist leans back into the touch, his seersucker suit is thin enough that he can enjoy it, "Oh yes."

Then he switches into Uberwaldian, "Herr Emcee is full of clever ones."

The Uberwaldian means nothing to him but he catches the name amongst the words. "I take it you've made his rather lovely acquaintance too?" He presses a soft kiss on the side of Alfred's neck, just above the collar of his suit. "It seems we have similar taste in friends."

Uberwaldian sounds somewhat like German and Russian mixed but not quite and Moist takes another sip as he slips his jacket off. Its a smooth motion that barely shifts his stance,

"I have and visited his club."

"Lucky you." Jay hums warmly. More neck to molest with kisses as he wraps his arms gently around Alfred's waist. "I'll have to ask him to show me around some time."

"Oh yes,"

He moves his hands around to caress Jay's legs with light fingers to explore all he can reach.

The soft touch make Jay sigh, there's a far bit of muscle under those jeans. He pulls Alfred gently into a slow, deep kiss, holding him close.

The kiss is lovely and Moist squeezes Jay's butt as the other goes up his inner thigh.

It could be a sign of just how eager he is that Jay widens his stance to the touch, giving Alfred more access. Or just that he's a needy bastard. Either way...

He slides a hand up Alfred's hip, pulling at his the back of his shirt in search of skin. Once untucked he strokes the soft skin of Alfred's lower back, his hands strong and sure.

Moist groans and uses his clever fingers to undo Jay's fly to stroke him. Then he does a wriggle that loosens his shirt.

Jay moans hotly as Alfred gets inside his pants, fumbling a little gracelessly to toe off his boots. Multitasking is something he's usually very good at but long, clever fingers around his cock make it much harder to focus. Oh and ignore the throwing knife that slipped out of his boot as he kicked it away.

He looks up to see the boot and notes the knife,

"You are dangerous. No one's going to murder you here, are they?"

That can get messy.

"Ah." Jay looks sheepish. "Not at all. Just old habits that die hard. My world's not as safe as here." As attested by the scars that show in the brief flash of skin between tee-shirt hem and jeans as he bend to tuck the knife away.

"Habits, oh yes,"

Once the knife's away, he slips off his tie and pulls Jay close to him, his hands busy once more.

Jay laughs as Alfred's hand slides back though his fly. "I think we're both overdresed for this." He gets rid of his jeans with a quick flick, shaking them down to his ankles as he tugs gently and encouragingly at the buttons of Alfred's shirt.

"True but slow down. I know how to not be felt, but this isn't the time for it,"

He strokes Jay with one hand as the other goes up under his shirt, not rushing just light touches.

"My apologies." Jay whispers, slowing down. He presses gently into Alfred's hand, kissing his neck and throat, teasing his hand back up under Alfred's shirt.

Moist kisses him and speeds up his stroking but nothing else, he's good at doing multiple things at once and moans at Jay's hand.

Jay massages softly up Alfred spine, instinctively finding knots of tensions with firm fingertips. He kisses back deeper, moaning against his lips.

The massaging is nice and he arches into the touch, pulling Jay towards him as he leans against the desk.

Jay presses against him, moaning sweetly as he goes back to molesting Alfred's neck. He slips his other hand up under Alfred's shirt, shaking it loose so he can massage with both hands.

He doesn't have a hand free or else he'd help Jay with his shirt so instead he tugs Jay closer. The desk might end up messy but it means he can hold him tighter.