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[runningred]

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Jay lead Alfred upstairs. His room is nothing special; a rather large bed, a workshop style bench covered in sketched designs and half finished gadgets. There's a laptop and a detached robotic hand in here somewhere. The wardrobe is locked but locks are hidden, except to someone who might be looking.

"Drink?" Jay offers, nodding to the fridge and wet-bar in one corner.

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[runningred]

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.

[morethanprops]

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.

[runningred]

"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.

[morethanprops]

"Habits, oh yes,"

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

[runningred]

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.

[morethanprops]

"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.

[runningred]

"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.

[morethanprops]

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.

[runningred]

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

[morethanprops]

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

[runningred]

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.

[morethanprops]

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.

[runningred]

Jay has no problem pushing his stuff off the desk, making room to press Alfred against the surface. He tugs gently at the hem of Alfred's shirt, looking him in the eye for consent to free him of it.

[morethanprops]

"Yes,"

Moist shifts his hips to help Jay get the shirt off and works to get a good angle to get Jay off.

[runningred]

Jay gently helps Alfred out of his shirt, rejoicing in the expanse of Alfred's skin to kiss and explore. He kisses a path down to Alfred's nipples, teasing the hardened tips with his tongue.

He pants as Alfred's touch brings him close and closer to the edge. "I... you've got me very close." He whispers, feeling that he should give fair warning.

[morethanprops]

"That was the idea,"

His stroking gets faster as he tries to push Jay over that edge.

[runningred]

It doesn't take much. Jay buries his face in Alfred's neck, moaning the man's name (Or at least the name he was given) as he gives himself over to Alfred's skilled touch.

He clings to Alfred, breathing roughly against his shoulder, leaning back to draw him into a slow kiss.

[morethanprops]

He returns the kiss, using his height to almost lean against the wall as he moves his hand to Jay's back.

[runningred]

"Tell me what I can give you in return?" Jay whispers, nuzzling Alfred's shoulder.

[morethanprops]

"Gods, everything,"

He trusts Jay to know what he's doing and wriggles happily against him.

[runningred]

Jay can't help but smile. "We may need all night for everything. Perhaps I should start here?" He slides very gracefully to his knees, resting a hand on Alfred's fly. Again, waiting for consent.

[morethanprops]

"I think we have and a very good place,"

The desk is odd but he doesn't want to move yet and thrusts towards Jay.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and opens Alfred's fly with care. He takes his time, stroking and touching, getting a feel for the shape and heft of Alfred's cock before kissing the tip, taking him slowly into his mouth. Jay is very good at this and takes his time, enjoying making Alfred moan.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans, writhing with pleasure and gripping the desk and Jay's hair, its always a pleasure to find someone so skilled.

[runningred]

Jay wraps his hands around Alfred's hips, groping his ass and encouraging him to move, to take, to enjoy. Jay enjoys it even more when his partner gives in to desire.