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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 and returns the grind, kissing and stroking. He reaches to pull his own shirt off, finally naked and comfortable in his own scarred skin. He leans up to look Alfred in the eye. "Let me make love to you?"

[morethanprops]

The scars are interesting, Moist has a few, nips and bites from the dogs that he helped his grandfather train.

Jay's phrasing gets an eyebrow, "Love, don't need to worry about that, but otherwise, I like your ideas."

Urquhart talked of love and made it into a cage, Moist wants fun and sex.

[runningred]

Jay smiles, if a tiny bit sadly. He hates seeing other people who have been as burnt by love too. He runs his hands over Alfred's ass, squeezing his cheeks before teasing his fingers up the crease of his thighs and crack. "I mean this..." He presses a finger softly against his hole.

[morethanprops]

He groans and shifts against his finger, "Gods, yes."

[runningred]

Jay manages to multitasking well enough to kiss Alfred deeply, massage the tight ring of muscle and reach for the lube at the same time. He's amazingly gentle as he stretches Alfred, easing him into readiness.

[morethanprops]

Moist shifts to help, caressing Jay wherever he can reach him and moaning happily as his erection grows.

[runningred]

Jay slips a condom on and lines himself up, catching Alfred's eye before pressing in slowly. For a strong guy, he's eternally anxious about consent.

[morethanprops]

Moist tilts towards him, drawing him in with a nod and groan.

[runningred]

Jay takes him slowly, gently. He moans as he seats himself deeply, holding Alfred close. He moves smoothly, setting a steady place to build their pleasure slowly.

[morethanprops]

He moans, clutching at Jay's back and kissing what skin of Jay's he can reach.

[runningred]

Jay's gentle in his love making, returning the kisses warmly as he builds and builds, sliding a hand between them to stroke Alfred, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he can.

[morethanprops]

The gentleness is nice and Moist finds himself building slowly as he gets a hand into Jay's hair, kissing and tugging.

[runningred]

"Oh god, yes." Jay moans, feeling his own pleasure build. It feels so good to just... enjoy this. His rhythm deepens, quickening.

[morethanprops]

Moist groans and moves faster along with Jay feeling himself getting close.

[runningred]

Jay strokes him faster, wanting them to fall together but it's not long before he's moaning roughly as his rhythm falters. He groans deeply as he gives in to it, coming hard.

[morethanprops]

Not long after, he cries out too, tugging Jay close to him as he comes long and loud.

[runningred]

Jay sighs, holding Alfred close and kissing him closely. He strokes Alfred's back, whispering sweet nothings as they both come down slowly. "God, you're so beautiful."

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs with a sigh, "Mm, I try to be ordinary but thank you."

[runningred]

"Not like this. You couldn't be ordinary if you tried." He runs a gentle finger over the curve of Alfred's cheek, flushed with passion.

[morethanprops]

"Watch me at work sometime,"

He kisses Jay getting comfortable in the bed.

[runningred]

"Love to." Jay smiles, making himself comfortable as well. He's kinda huggy after sex and his hand lingers on Alfred's arm, tracing soft pattens over his skin.

[morethanprops]

Moist doesn't want to move anywhere as this is relaxing,

"Good, we'll have fun and go searching for opportunities."

[runningred]

Good, because Jay is very comfortable. "Sounds like a plan. Although I suspect we are in slightly different professions. I don't have the confidence man's gifts." Taking a guess that it's Alfred's trade but not judging at all.

"Besides," He smiles and tugs at his white streaked forelock. "This makes me too conspicuous.

[morethanprops]

"There are ways to disguise that or use it. What would you say that you do?"

Moist reaches up to stroke Jay's hair and though he pauses when Jay figures out what he does, there's barely a reaction. He had a feeling that Jay would understand.

[runningred]

"It won't dye out. I've tried. It's something I'm stuck with." Jay huffs a little but half closes his eyes as Alfred touches his hair. He's such a cat for having his hair played with. "And it always grows back."

"Like I said, I'm a freelancer." Jay shrugs, "For the last few years I've worked as a trouble shooter for a very large, very dangerous organisation. Making sure things happen the way they planned them." He can't quite bring himself to use the words assassin or contract killer because it wasn't always the solution he used, unless he couldn't avoid it. "But they fired me so I'm on my own. Mostly now I design and build gear and equipment - scavenging any tech I can learn the basics of."