Jay chokes a slightly broken laugh against Emcee's skin. "You feel incredible." He reaches up to cup the back of Emcee's head, his hand shaking ever so slightly

He stays there for a long moment, just relishing the feeling of their joined bodies, feeling his heart race as Emcee's breath caresses his ear. He wants to move, wants to rock and grind but there's a pleasure in restraint too, drawing out the moment. When he does move it's minute, involuntary, a shift to find a better position becomes a slow thrust, building like the first distant rumbles of the storm.