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{From here}

Jay takes Emcee's hand and leads him deeper into the forest. Sure-footed in the darkness, Jay leads him to the glade where he trains. It's private, comfortable and the grass is soft. He sheds his jacket and pulls Emcee close, kissing him slow and deep.

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[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee has never been into the forest, much less the forest at night, but he puts his trust in Jay to lead him safely through it. It's silent but for the crickets and the sound of his own footsteps, which are far louder than Jay's. When they reach a clearing, he can't help his amusement at how he thought beautiful hidden clearings in the woods just as this were only the things of fairy tales.

Jay kisses him. And he purrs against his lips, as he peels his leather coat off and lets it slip down his arms. He's wearing a simple white tuxedo shirt, already half-unbuttoned, which he's sure Jay can make short work of in the darkness.

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Jay makes slow work of undressing Emcee, slowly sliding his shirt open to kiss along the curves of his collarbone, running his hands gently but surely over Emcee's body.

Emcee tastes like smoke and gin and all the things that make up him and Jay relishes him.

[i_am_your_host]

He tips his head back with a short, rasping sigh, as he slides a hand up the side of Jay's neck and buries his fingers in his hair. Jay smells musky with sweat after his run, very primal and physical. It's an exquisite turn-on, being with a man so raw.

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Jay moan as he kisses his way down Emcee's chest, teasing his nipples with the tip of his tongue. He eases down to his knees, nuzzling his stomach as he slings his hands over the waistband of Emcee's trousers.

[i_am_your_host]

Running both hands over Jay's firm shoulders as he sinks to his knees, the Emcee exhales a quiet, breathy chuckle when Jay's lips brush over a ticklish spot on his belly. His breath is pleasantly humid on his skin, warmer than the night air.

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Jay continues to strip him slowly, nuzzles the hollow of his hips as he takes Emcee in hand. He presses his lips to the tip of Emcee's cock, teasing his slit as he strokes him to full hardness.

[i_am_your_host]

His trousers slip to the ground in a soft rustle of fabric, and closing his eyes, he anticipates the path that Jay's lips are taking. He gasps faintly at the touch of his hand, fingers pressing into his shoulders, before uttering another, louder gasp at the slickness of his mouth.

It doesn't take very long for him to get completely hard. Jay is more gentle and attentive than one might think of him, and that in and of itself is arousing.

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Jay wraps strong hands around Emcee's hips, holding and supporting him as Jay takes him into his month. He loves this, loves bring his partners pleasure and takes his time about it. He swirls his tongue, hollowing his cheek as he inches Emcee deeper into his throat. One hand drifts down to fondle his balls, cupping and massage them as he sucks Emcee slowly.

[i_am_your_host]

He tosses his head back with a groan, gasping breathlessly and leaning on Jay's shoulders for support as he moves his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts.

His eyelids flutter open. Just beyond the dark treetops the stars, brighter and more numerous than any city lights, shine down from an inky purple-blue sky. A half-laugh, half-moan escapes him when Jay hits a spot with his tongue, and it makes everything that much more beautiful.

[runningred]

That moaning laugh goes right to Jay's hind-brain and he has to drop a hand for a moment to cup himself though his sweats, hard as oak. When he lifts his hand again it's to fondle Emcee's balls, his fingers sliding deeper to caress and tease his hole. He wants this to be gentle and wonderful and just right.

[i_am_your_host]

He bites down on his lower lip and exhales a breathy grunt as Jay's fingers start to probe nd explore, finding all his sweet spots, making him gasp and sigh and shake. He clutches at Jay's shoulders and neck, his breath coming short and shallow.

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Jay eases back a moment, looking up at Emcee in the moonlight. "You don't have to hold back, beautiful. It's just you and me out here." He takes Emcee deep into his throat, sucking hard as he eases him open, seeking every spark of pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

He's not holding back because he's hesitant to let go; he just wants to draw this out for as long as possible. But such pleasure is meant to be fleeting, and the more fleeting, the more intense.

And Jay is really fucking good at this.

With every swallow he comes closer and closer to the edge, his gasps becoming sharper, his grunts and cries growing louder, seeming to bounce against the darkness surrounding them. He snaps his head back again, eyes squeezed shut. And he grasps the back of Jay's neck as his entire body goes rigid, a breathy cry shouted out toward the sky.

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Jay catches Emcee, holding him safely as he give in to his release. He drinks down ever drop, his nose buried in the dark curls. Slowly, gently, sure that he's milked every drop of pleasure from Emcee, he eases back. He smiles up at the beautiful man, his eyes reflecting the rising moon as he pulls Emcee down into his lap and a comforting embrace.

He strokes Emcee's hair back from his face, relishing every shudder and moan.

[i_am_your_host]

Legs giving out, he sinks down against Jay's body, panting hard, feeling his strong arms wrap around him. He dazedly breathes a chuckle, pressing into his hand in his hair like a big cat, face close to his. And then he kisses him, thirsty, eager kisses, wanting to taste himself on Jay's tongue. He slides his arms around his neck, straddling him, lips and tongue locked with his.

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Jay moans into the kiss, holding Emcee close and sharing all he can. Driven to hardness by Emcee's passion and still dressed, he presses against the lithe body in his arms. "Damn, you're gorgeous." He pants between kisses.

[i_am_your_host]

"So are you, darling," he murmurs against Jay's lips before kissing him some more.

In a bid to catch his breath, he finally breaks the kiss and sits back after some time, but only to tug at Jay's shirt, aiming to pull it right off of him.

"You need to get rid of this."

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"Hardly." Jay chuckles, sucking at taking compliments.

He lifts his arms, letting the tee-shirt go gladly. His skin is so pale it almost seems to reflect the moonlight, the thicker scars casting strange shadows across his skin. He leans back a touch, letting Emcee look and touch as much as he wishes. He's comfortable in his skin and Emcee has already seen all of him so he has no concern of having to explain his scars.

"These too?" He asks, thumb tucked under the waistband of his sweats.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee smiles and tsks softly at him before resuming kissing him. Perhaps all Jay needs is some positive reinforcement.

The t-shirt gets tossed aside to join the Emcee's own clothes somewhere. Doesn't really matter, they'll worry about finding them later. Right now he is too busy being entranced by Jay's moonlit body -- the strength in his muscles, the vulnerability in his scars. Aroused and fascinated at the same time, he skims his cool fingertips down Jay's torso to the waistband of his sweatpants.

"These too," he repeats.

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Jay keens softly under the touch, aware of hard brokeness of his body. It means a lot to him that Emcee accepts him as he is without question. Part of him fears that his history would scare Emcee away.

He smiles and wraps a strong arm around Emcee's waist, lifting him up as Jay goes up to his knees to pull the sweats down. He pools them around his knees without loosing his grip on Emcee. He settles them again, his straining cock resting between the curves of Emcee's tight thighs, blood hot against his skin.

[i_am_your_host]

He settles back down on Jay's lap with a purring sigh, his arms still draped loosely around his neck, feeling his hardening flesh press against his inner thighs.

He knows how Jay can be affectionate, with a need for closeness. The Emcee is not affectionate, as such, and distance suits him better. But he can be quite giving of his attention when he's sure that the other person isn't going to misconstrue his intentions. He isn't certain if Jay gets this about him yet, but he trusts himself to not lead him on.

Still. He's a lovely boy. And hot. And willing. So, so willing.

He slowly grinds his hips against him, flesh-to-flesh, sipping kisses from the corners of his mouth.

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Jay groans and grinds against him, sharing the teasing little kisses. He wraps his hands around the curve of Emcee's hips, looking him in the eye. "May I?" He asks, wanting so much to feel the tight heat of him but needing always to be sure.

He could love Emcee, it would be easy to but he knows neither of them could take that. Not now. Emcee is too wild, too free and Jay's been burnt too often to trust his heart again. Even though it's already half lost to Eric. But this - this shared joy and mutual pleasure. That they can safely have.

{ooc: at some point these two really need to have a talk about their mutual Viking friend.}

[i_am_your_host]

...And so polite. It's rather endearing.

Jay's sure, strong hands on his hips drives a low groan from his throat, and he rasps against his mouth, "Take me however you want, darling."


[OOC: I'm sure they'll get around to it when they're not all over each other. ;)]

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"I don't think there's any way I don't want you." Jay purrs, lifting Emcee again and lining himself up. He keeps that strong grip as he eases Emcee down slowly, filling him inch by inch and give him plenty of time of enjoy the feeling. The heat of him, the tightness makes Jay moan, burying his face in Emcee's shoulder as he pulls Emcee against him.

[i_am_your_host]

He braces himself on Jay's shoulders as he slowly sinks down, taking him in, fingertips digging into the firm muscle as he throws his head back with a lusty moan. Breath shaky, he settles once again on his lap, this time completely filled by him. He buries his fingers in Jay's hair, as if keeping his face pressed to his shoulder, and for a moment he stays still -- as still as possible, but for the intense thrumming of every muscle and nerve in his body.

"Fuck, darling, you feel so good," he growls into his ear.