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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.

"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."

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.}

...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. ;)]

"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.

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.

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.

He exhales a breathy grunt when Jay moves, holding onto him, instinctively clenching around him.

Everything about him is so solid -- and so warm. The humidity starts to build between their bodies, and Jay's hot breath on his skin is delicious.

Jay holds him close, his strong hand stroking up and down Emcee's back as he thrusts slowly. Each clench, each breath draws a moan from Jay, losing himself utterly in the feel of the human body in his arms. Touch, sensation is everything - the cool air at their backs, the first prickles of sweat forming where their bodies touch. This is what he needed - connection.

Turning his head, his parted lips brush Jay's temple, panting against his skin, into his hair. His hands sweep down over his shoulders, his biceps, relishing how alive he is.

After a while he then leans more solidly on his knees so that he can raise himself up and down in counterpoint to Jay's thrusts, slowly and rhythmically, riding him, and riding the waves of growing pleasure.

Jay swears softly in some lost language as Emcee moves against him, feeling need grown in him but fighting to keep it contained. He doesn't want this to end. Not so soon.

He cups the back of Emcee's neck, kissing him deep and hungry, reaching between them to stroke him slowly.

Fortunately, the Emcee is not yet spent.

He returns the kisses with just as much fervor, growling appreciatively into his mouth as Jay touches him. Now he moves against his hand as well, sensuously rolling his hips with every shift up and down.

So lithe, so beautiful. Jay can't help but groan as Emcee moves with him, against him. He twists his wrist with each stoke, the pad of his thumb finding that perfect spot at the base of his head.

It's getting harder and harder to hold back, his fingers clenching at Emcee's shoulder, his neck, cupping the back of his head in breathless passion. He strokes faster, faster, needing to feel his beautiful lover clench around him.

Ecstasy intensifying, he wrenches his lips away from Jay's to gasp for air, but he doesn't pull away from his grasp. He wraps his arms around his neck and leans his forehead against his, mouths still sharing the same breath, his hips still moving, still fucking, still being fucked. Faster and faster, closer and closer to the edge, bringing Jay with him.

"Please!" Jay pants, his face flushed. He strokes Emcee tighter and faster as he gives in to his need. His groan of joy and release echoes across the forest, his head thrown back.

His breathless cries of Ja...ja...ja...! grow louder and more urgent, as every limb strains against the building pressure until it's too much--

Jay comes -- a rush of heat fills the Emcee, and he goes rigid, arched hard against his body with a violent shudder and a delirious moan that follows the echo through the forest.

And then, he slumps forward, blissful and exhausted. Leaden arms still around Jay's neck, he presses his lips to his bared throat.

Jay gasps as Emcee falls with him, letting the heat and rush overtake him.

As Emcee falls against him, he hugs him close, keeping the warmth between them as their ragged breathing fills the air. He presses a slow, soft kiss to Emcee's forehead, stroking his back as they spiral down.

He lets out a long, deep sigh that reverberates like a half-purr, half-growl, in total satisfaction. His arms slip from Jay's neck, hands skimming over his shoulders, before making a seemingly Herculean effort to raise his head.

With his hair flopping over his brow and hanging in his eyes, he gazes at Jay with a grin and the blissed-out look of someone completely and utterly high.

"Mein Gott, darling. That was fucking incredible. ...Or perhaps it was incredible fucking. Either way, really."

He takes Jay's face in his hands and kisses him square on the mouth.

Jay chuckles softly as he returns the kiss. "Trust you to be clever after sex." He managed to lean over without dislodging Emcee from his lap and snag his coat, wrapping it around Emcee's shoulder to keep him from getting cold. "But thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Mm, darling, I'm always clever," he murmurs with playful immodesty.

Pulling his coat more snugly around his shoulders, he rests his palms against Jay's chest.

"And of course I enjoyed it. I never get to have sex under the stars back home in Berlin. Well, maybe once, in a public park, a very long time ago. I don't remember any stars, though, but the moon was out. And I kissed a girl behind some bushes, and all our clothes fell off, and suddenly there was a policeman, and- well."

He smirks and waves a dismissive hand.

Jay chuckles and nuzzles Emcee's neck with gentle affection. "It's amazing how clothes just fall off like that. I feel sorry for any policeman why who hasn't experienced it."