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.